The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1885-03-03
BAD ON BOSSI.
The Sad Experience of a Wan
derer From the Sunny
Shore.
He Comes to America and Be
comes Lost in a Wild
erneSS.
After Months Of Weary Wan
dering, Suffering and
Hardship,
He at Last Finds his Brother and
Welcome Rest.

in land of civilization, thrift and culture
that ever befell a human, is that of youn,
Peter Bossi who was met In this city il
company with his brother, Joseph BOssi
yesterday by a BAZoo scribe. Joseph anC
Peter Bossi, as their names indicate, an
Italians, but they are not OF that peculiar
stamp of inhabitants from the land of sun.
shine most familiar 10 the average Ameri.
can citizen. In other words they were no
born with a hand organ in one hand and
q monkey attscht d 10 a string in the other
but belong to the more hardy and rugged
part of the nation who, raised among the
mountains find their wealth by hard labor
IN the mines.
SOME YEARS AGO
Joseph Bossi came TO America, and after
various ups and downs among the mines
and railroads of the east, he struck Mis-
souri, and drifted to Rich Hill. Here he
found employment in the rich mines of
that vicinity, and being of frugal, temper
ate and industrious habits, be soon won
not only the confidence and respect of his
employers, but also good start In worldly
wealth. But an alien in an alien land
without the association of any of his fell
low countrymen. ii was not to be wondered
At, If In leisure moments, the memories OF
beautiful Italy and the sweet musical
sounds of his native tongue should cause a
tear of regret and sigh of eDnui to move
his heart to a faster throb. 1t is not to he
wondered at that the memory of
HIS BROTHER PETER
should prompt him to write glowing letters
of the bright new found land With its Old.
pOrtunities and advantages and urge him
to join him in the new home. And Peter,
away of there thinking of his
brother Joseph away off here and
reading his fond and glowing letters, is il
to be wondered at that he should desire to
come? Not at all, and when Peter wrote
TO Joseph and told him be longed to Join
him, but alas he could not, because he had
no money, was it more than natural that
joseph should take from his own wealth
and send to Peter enough for his journey?
by no means; at all events
ONE BRIGHT DAY
last July the heart of Peter was made glad
by remittance and letter containing all
necessary instructions as TO how TO get to
America and to Rich Hill, Missouri, and
about the first of August Joseph received
etter from Peter telling him all was re ady
and he was starting on his long Journey
across the deep blue sea and the American
continent, and would e'er the ides of Sep
TENDER be with him. As the days past and
Peters journey grew shorter, Josephs'
heart grew lighter, his song more merry,
and he counted the days and hours until
he should clasp his dear brother in his
arms. At last the time came but Peter
came not. Joseph grew uneasy ard went
TO Rich Hill, but could gain no
tidings time sped slowly on but still Peter |
came not. Joseph wrote home again. The |
answer came back that Peter started on |
such date; he had with him such and |
such things; he wore such and such clothes. |
Again Joseph went to Rich Hill, inquiries
nothing. Then he advertised in |
Ihe papers, still no tidings, and poor Joseph
went back to his lonesome toll, sad, weary
and detected. He could not work, be must
search out his brothers. fate. He went to
Kansas City, to Sedalia, to st. Louis, to
he east. His brother had been there but
vas gone, no tidings, no trace could be
ound, and Joseph came back and sat down
o the old toll, the old, weary drudgery. He
Fould win enough to take him home and
he would 60 back and live and die with
he old people in the far off land. But
WHERE WAS PETER
Ill this time? Peter had kept his word.
He landed safely and succeeded in making
his way to Rich Hill. He arrived close TO
he appointed time, but somehow missed ,
lis brother. He had with him a little !,
lip OF paper, upon which was written the
lame and address of his brother !,
nd the number of the mine where .
e worked, but the hieroglyphics ,
Tere as unmeaning and uninteili-
ible to him as they would have been TO an
versge Jefferson City mummy. They
'ere American, he was Italian. He looked
nto many stranger faces, and many strang- t
r faces stared into his, bat like the written $
mp, no intelligence was possible they, too, @
ERE American, he was Italian. He would
how them his papers and they would read
nd point him TO the northeast. He went
the northeast and kept going. He got
,to the woods and got lost. Three times '
e returned to Rich Hill; three times he 1
as directed out by pointing fingers and a
uzzled counienances, and the fourth time Q
E continued his journey, and he became Q
thoroughly
LOST IN THE WOODS,
I'D there he wandered and wandered.
'metimes for days without food, ALWAYS
istaken Tor a simple minded tramp.
ieeks after he reached Caliiornis, No., and G.
? some means learned his direction
ward Rich Hill. He tried to retrace his
cps. Without money without friends, with
II power 10 communicate 10 strangers
hom he met. Who can imagine his
ials, his sufferings, his distress of mind c.
ct he lived and remained sane b
the one purpose of his life. b
'eeks sped on and still he I
andered, winter came and still he was a Il
anderer. New Yeas came snd about 81
at time poor Peter had drifted to <
HENRY COUNTY. o.
ere he was found unable to travel, his
Ipers and even his directions lost. No Z
re knew him. No one could talk to him.
is feet were frozen. He was almost dead