The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1874-11-27
Lost in a WISCONSIN Pinery.

j. T.. Robinson, train-boy on the
Wisconsin Central railroad, conceived
the novel idea of hunting partridges
with revolver, and in order to give
shape to his thought, left the upward
bound train at Mill Greek Station, if
teen miles northwest of Stevens Point,
Wis, on Friday, Oct. 8. It was his in
tention TO return on the first incoming
car, which was due one hour from the
pinery. Alas for human purpose and
expectation A few rods from the sta
ton and he was as thoroughly bewl-
dered as though hundred miles inter
vened between him and civilization.
His hunt for game proved fruitless, as
well as his effort to retrace his steps.
The young man wandered about in the
woods for four days, and when found
was half famished. Scores of people
turned out to hunt for the wanderer,
and the excitement attending the search
is described as intense. When Robin
son first realized that he was lost he
wrote and attached to twig the follow
ing note
st am lest in the woods and can't find my
way out. J. L. ROBINSON.
'sOct g."
After sleeping on the ground during
Friday night he moved on and dropped
the following in his path:
:" I am lost in the woods; if anybody will
show me out l will give them $5. am news
agent on the Wisconsin Central road. Keep
calling me; if hear will come.
u. l.. ROBINSON.
''Oct. 10, Saturday.
At this time if he had taken a south
erly course it would have brought him
to the railroad track. Instead, how
ever, he went north, reaching the east
side of Bear creek, where he left an
other communication as follows:
81 am lost. and can't find my way out.
Look for me and you shall have 800 reward.
81. L.. ROBINSON"
A little farther on he dropped his
handkerchief, which, together with the
former memorandums, aided largely In
the success of the search.
On Sunday he reached an old haying
camp, where he found several bushels
of potatoes and some salt. Here he
remained until Monday afternoon,
when he left the following, written on
an old tea-chest cover:
Friends, am lost. For Gods sake look
for me. am starving to death can't find
| anything to eat. Five hundred dollars to the
| one that finds me and leads me ont of these
woods. live in Menasha, Wis. My name
| is Joseph L. Robinson. Garry the news to my
| poor wife.
CT am going to leave here in the morning.
go right straight through the woods. Please
your trouble. May GOD have mercy on my
| soul. Tell my wife my last words were about
her. Directions-Mrs. NJ. V. Robinson, Me-
nasha, Wis. leave Tuesday about o'clock.
Give hundred dollars to any man that
| finds me and leads me out of these woods, and
! takes me home to my family. o God I am
| starving to death by inches. Follow me,
| won't you. for Gods sake? It is hard to give
up life. haven't had anything to eat since
| last Friday.
| IF am dead when you find me, take me
| home.
! JOSEPH L. ROBINSON, Menasha, Wis"
| On Tuesday he was observed near
this shanty, and on perceiving his
rescuers, he shouted, +" I am lost, am
lost, am lost ~ and then lying on the
ground and kicking with all his might,
he cried, ST am found, I am found, ]
am found 7" Robinson is now at home
with his friends, with a wholesome
horror of pistols and partridges.