|Transcribed by Norma Knotts Shaffer from microfilm of the Calhoun
Chronicle dated 5/5/1896.
5/5/1896 - Last Sunday about 1 o'clock p.m., Ben Stump came to town
in an extremely excited state of mind and related the following
Some men were working the road on Yellow creek last Saturday; among
them was Albert Stallman, who told Archie Burrows that some time about
the last days of February he (Stallman) had started to go from Yellow
to his home on the mountain adjacent and that he had gone through the
a near way.
Some distance up the mountain side, at least four hundred yards
the public road, he found a dead horse with a bullet hole in its head
its throat cut, and a few feet above the horse was what had the
of a grave dug due north and south six feet by three, which had
been filled up and the dirt had settled to a level or a little more.
Deeming this tidings of sufficient importance a CHRONICLE
and Attorney W.L. Stevenson procured horse and hurried to the scene.
our journey we secured the services of Archie Burrows, who acted as a
and no time was lost in finding the spot where Stallman Claimed to
made the tragic discovery.
There we found the carcass of a badly decomposed horse, and a
search was immediately made for the grave which we could not
Inquiring of people living in the immediate neighborhood brought no
as to whose horse it was. Mrs. Cox and her little boy had seen
men going up the point toward where the carcass was found with two
and later heard two gun or pistol shots in that direction, but paid no
attention to the matter, thinking it was only some men looking at the
of land with a view to making a purchase, the men having kept on up
mountain instead of returning to the road.
Thus baffled and puzzled we wended our way homeward, and a short
from town overtook Alonzo Smith, who lives in Ritchie county, and
traveling for some distance with him, during which time not a word was
said about the mystery, when, by accident, he spoke of having to kill
good horse that got one of its legs broken on Yellow creek last
- describing our mysterious spot so minutely that, Stevenson and I