It looks as if Laura was bounced off the list. I forward this as a courtesy; and ask Laura to resub. Bill List Admin -- -------- Original Message -------- Subject: {not a subscriber} Wiseman family incident Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2001 10:41:42 -0600 From: Laura Anderson <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Since the Wiseman family was just mentioned, I thought I would add this piece written by Aimee WARREN CONGER. Her grandfather referred to here is Capt. David HANEY, riverboat pilot and captain. Aimee couldn't remember the year of the incident when she wrote this... The spelling is Aimee's, I have not corrected any of it. Laura +++++++ In 18--, on the return trip down the river, between Yankton and Sioux City, a man on the Nebr side, flagged the boat near _____. Grandpa sent a yawl (small boat) to shore to pick him up. He was going down to civilazation to join the army. His wife and boys staid at home to establish a home, by the time he would return. During the summer her flour etc ran low, and she had to drive 50 miles to Yankton crossing on the ferry and back again. She expected to be back in a week, and, she had to leave her boys at home. They were ______ years old, and, when she returned, she found them all scalped. Of course, it was plain the Indians had killed them. A year later the same man, Mr Wiseman flagged Grandpa's boat at Sioux City [can't read one or two words] landed on the Nebr side, on the trip upstream, and, when Grandpa came back down in the fall, they stopped to cut wood where they had landed him, and, he came to the boat, and, told Grandpa the gruesome story. The strange thing about this story, is an event out of my own life. In 1929 I served the Rebekahs of Nebraska as President and, visited all the lodges in North east Nebr, and, at Wynot the Rebekah who entertained me lived across the street from the daughter of Mr and Mrs Wiseman, born years after this event, and, she took me out to the place where it had happened. The old log cabin and five graves are fenced in, and, has been kept up by the Womens Club of that community. These ladies have assumed the responsibility of preserving this historic project. They gathered natural stones, and, had a monument erected and cemented an iron box, which held a record of the tragic story in the top of it, where visitors could drop coins to help in the upkeep, and, sign a register. The cabin was used as a museum. We had reached this spot by car, driving several miles down a very steep rocky hill, called "Old Abram", to the river level, and, between the river channel and high bluffs then, back into the woods and hills. It was a beautiful place.