The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-05-01
AN OLD MANS STORY.
His Adventures With Indians in the
Early DAYS

From the st. Louis Republic
An old man sat in a far corner of the
Midway at the Union station last night,
his clothes ragged and his hair unkempt,
mis- face wrinkled with the toll and suffer-
ing that he had passed through. Every
thing about him showed that his life had
not been success. even though he had
been the hero of many an adventure and
had passed through experiences varied and
thrilling
In that far-off corner, whittier he had
gone to escape the curious ne looked tired
and worn. But even there he was not
cut of the range of the rays from the cleo
trio lights, and did not escape notice A
crowd soon gathered about him, and he
told them the story of an eventful life a
life passed in wanderings, the last act of
which WIS one of the most remarkable.
Il have walked all the way from Ashe-
vile, Buncombe county, n. c." said the
old man. His listeners pushed closer about
him and he began to tell of the long walk.
We'll" said he, as he bit off a large
chew of tobacco. civilian Bogg is my
name. am native Missourian, born near
Fulton, about 70 years ago 1t is a long
time, Is 1t not, and yet, ash look back over
the past, 1t seems very Short-very short.
l went to the Mexican war in 46 in Col.
hot old battles, too. was in Barnes train
when the MeXicanS surprised uS-that was
in AZ. 1 fought in several battles after
that but l will be ID if can remem-
Der the names.
Il came back to Missouri after the war
and stayed here until when l went west to
see If could not make a lucky strike. l
started with my wife in a covered wagon
drawn by pair of pretty slow oxen. We
were Joined by wagon after wagon, and by
the time we got into Western Kansas there
J n WE on Ms in flTT tr1in
dianS did not bother us till we reached
Colorado, but all through that state we
were peStered all the time, and | believe
there was about 40 of us killed or carried
away O. ,..,n-
there in the latter part of the year, Pros
poets were not good there for mining, so
we started south for California. While on
the way to California a little incident hap
pened, which may prove interesting 10 YOU
We had just passed the Oregon border
and had spread our tents for the night,
when the incident took place. There was
in our party pretty girl, Martha Spoon.
She was the pet of the party, and well she
deserved the name. just before supper she
went away to a spring which stood near
back we went to look for her, but she was
gone and around the spring was foot
prints of several Indian ponies. A search
was started Immediately. 1 thought the
Indian had gone north, while the rest or
the parties wre positive that they haq
gone south. But was so positive that [
do iASHti lildl L SldTteu out DS lily o~AA'
After going about three miles I came to q
kind of ledge, and seeing a small spiral
OF smoke rising directly below me was
positive that | had found her So
crawled down the ledge on my hands ana
knees and crept through the grass like
rattlesnake. When l got within a rev
feet of the fire l saw her figure strapped
to a tree. and not more than five YARDS
away were two Indians asleep in the grass.
l crawled back few, PAGES and cut poll
from q tree, fastened my knife to the END
and crawled back again. / reached the
pole towards her and cut the chords from
her right arm She then took my knlIs
from the end of the pole and cut hersell
loose crawled through the grass to my
side, the Indians still sleeping like logs.
Well to make long story short, we goT
back to CAMP and for once in my LIE
was hero.
You want to know how l walked from
North Carolina here. Well, that ala nor
amount to anything at all. ] started last
May and have taken my time. [ did oda
jobs on the way to make a living. From
here I am going to California, Mo-, to
see some of the old boys, and then am
going to Oregon TO join my old friends OF
the SOS, where / expect to die.
Last night the old man slept in the
union station.