[the abbreviations and CAPS are mine] It was while the Indians still roamed this country through, and the white man only trod the grass-carpeted prairie and stealthily tread the timber in pursuit of game, that the following terrible accident happened to an intrepid hunter among these wilds. This hunter's name was WALTER CREASON, and he came from the lower part of Ray Co (the Fishing River Bottom) in company with his little son, a boy of only 10 yrs of age & was in search of honey. The account says: 'He was camped in the forks of Dog Creek near the NE corner of what is now COLFAX township. He and his son had just finished their breakfast when he discovered a deer coming down the ridge in the direction of the camp. He stepped for his gun which was lying with the muzzle toward him. He took hold of the muzzle, and pulling it toward him, the hammer caught in the bed clothing and the gun went off, the ball passing through his thigh bone close to the body and shattering it to pieces. He was now full 50 mi from home and 40 mi to the nearest settlement and no one to go for relief but his little son. The boy mounted a horse and started for the settlement. He found the way and procured assistance, but on his return, there being no roads and all points of timber looking alike to him, he lost the way and over 2 weeks were spent in search before the father was found, who was yet alive but nearly famished for food. His provisions had lasted but a day or 2 after the boy left, and after starving near a week, he killed his little dog that had remained with him as his only companion, and tried to eat him, but his stomach refused the proffered nourishment. The thoughts of it being his dog was too much even for his famished stomach, and he too added to the already christened name of the creek by naming it in honor of his dog. He was conveyed to his home, in Ray C. where he recovered from the wound but always remained a cripple.'