Anyone have any information on John Murrell in Louisiana such as where he lived and died and ect. ? Thanks Bildon
John Murrell
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Just wanted to see if anyone knew much about him .About 30 years ago my dad showed me a plantation owned by him it has a cemetary in the back now was this maybe the same John Murrell that was a outlaw?I think this may be a place to look for a large cache if you have a good deep seeking detector. yep i am getting old now and just might tell you where it is if you are serious about treasure hunting.It was a large plantation a few miles west of town it dated back in the early 1800 no sign of a plantation now all woods a little ways south of the Arkansas line in Louisiana about 30 or 40 minutes from Shreveport La. These are a few clues. for more info get on this site and be active. Good Luck bildon
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Murrell family pioneered in Claiborne Parish
By Murphy J. Barr
Journal Historian
John Murrell was living in Carthage, Tennessee, with his wife and six children when he decided to seek a new area of the country in which to live and farm. He placed his household goods and tools on a flatboat and floated down the Tennessee River to Nashville.
In Nashville he met other families, including Wallace, Clark, Manning, Dyer, Hudson, Robinson, Duty, Peterson, and Murrell. These families placed their goods on two large keel boat barges and floated on down the Tennessee River to the Ohio River, and on to the Mississippi. When they reached the mouth of the Red River, they traveled upriver, making their way through the great raft of floating logs which almost blocked the river below the area that is now Shreveport.
The Murrell and Wallace families landed at Long Prairie, Arkansas, and made their camp on the bank of the river. They opened a small patch among the canes that grew on the land and planted vegetables and corn.
John Murrell had $100 and wished to buy cattle, and made his way to Natchitoches for that purpose. On his way he found only two cabins, one built by Isaac Walden, the other by a Mr. Bosel, who had moved on to Texas. Alden asked Murrell to take the cabin. In Natchitoches he bought ten cows and calves, and when he returned to Long Prairie he found his family were sick. He moved his family away from the river bank and came back to Claiborne Parish, Louisiana on August 6, 1818, and lived in the empty cabin, 12 miles from Campti on the Red River. Mrs. John let him have meat, bread, and corn to feed his family.
At this time in North Central Louisiana there were no roads, only Indian trails. The land was covered with trees, thick brush and cane brakes. Only a few hunters and trappers had gone into the area. Soon after Murrell moved into the area a great fire swept the area. After a time the area became beautiful with clear running streams and wild flowers. Wild game was plentiful. Murrell brought his axe, gun, and hunting dogs.
Most of Murrell's neighbors were Indians. However, east of his area families from South Carolina were settling. In time other families moved nearer to the Murrell farm, namely, James Allen, Obadiah Driskell, Nedham Reynolds, Mr. Brazeal, Mr. McCardy, Dr. Hugh Walker, and Joseph Edwards.
On March 29, 1819, Murrell's seventh child was born. They named him Isaac, and he is considered to have been the first white child born in Claiborne Parish.
Murrell located in the Flat Lick Bayou area a few miles west of Homer, Louisiana. He built a two-story house there on 280 acres of land. In two years time several other families settled in the Flat Lick community. William Gryder was the first blacksmith.
Murrell's two-story house, known as the Flat Lick Plantation, had 18 rooms with two chimneys made of native stone on each side of the house with fireplaces on both floors. This house served as the first church. Baptist ministers were James Driskill and Newt Drew, who held monthly services, assisted by Arthur Ashburner Conly. In 1822 his salary was $15 per month.
In 1822 the Murrell home served as the post office, named Allen settlement, in honor of Martin Allen, the first Justice of the Peace. Murrell was the first postmaster. In 1822 the first store was opened near Murrell's home. It was closed within a year, then reopened by Robert Lee Kilgore in 1825.
J. McCarty raised the first significant cotton crop in 1826, and about this time the first slaves appeared in the area. People in the community got their salt from the Drake Salt Works in Winn Parish.
In 1828, law and government was dispensed from Murrell's home, serving as the court house until the Police Jury of the newly created Claiborne Parish chose Russellville to be the first parish seat of government.
The road in Northwest Louisiana known as the Military Road in 1928 passed directly by Murrell's home.
In time, the Civil War came about, and a story has been passed down about Murrell's youngest son, Isaac, who had a young slave named Edmond Merritt, described as "a faithful one, he was." Merritt went with nephews Perry and John Murrell to fight in the Civil War. On the morning of September 17, 1862, one son told Merritt to take John Jr.'s gold watch home, that he would not be back. That night after the battle of Sharpsburg, Merritt went into the battlefield, turning over hundreds of dead to see the faces of John and Perry, and could not find them. After returning home with the gold watch, Merritt found John had been killed. Perry and friend R.A. White had been wounded.
After the Civil War, John Jr., gave each of his former slaves forty acres of land and a cabin, and the right to be buried in the family cemetery. They took the name of White, and one of the markers in the cemetery reads, "Enoch White was born during the years of slavery, reached a ripe old age." Another marker read "Let not the dead be forgotten, lest men forget that they just die. Allen White, Jr., Pvt. 1N, Jan. 16, 1895 - Mar. 19, 1933." At the entrance of the Murrell cemetery is a grave marker which reads "Fredrick Miller, born in Germany 1765-1822, father of Emmaline Miller Botzong Longheld and Long John Miller, first white man buried in Claiborne parish." This is an indication that German families were in Claiborne parish in that early time.
John Murrell was buried in the Murrell cemetery on his home place, Flat Lick Plantation. He was a talented, enterprising person and became known as the first to introduce civilization to northeast Louisiana. His epitaph reads, "Dear to the memory of John Murrell, Sr., who died Jan. 25, 1847, age 63 years 5 days. His creed was Faith, Hope, and Charity."
One early settler, possibly John Murrell, Jr., wrote, "We were all plain people then, with few wants and much love for fellow man."
Murrell family pioneered in Claiborne Parish
By Murphy J. Barr
Journal Historian
John Murrell was living in Carthage, Tennessee, with his wife and six children when he decided to seek a new area of the country in which to live and farm. He placed his household goods and tools on a flatboat and floated down the Tennessee River to Nashville.
In Nashville he met other families, including Wallace, Clark, Manning, Dyer, Hudson, Robinson, Duty, Peterson, and Murrell. These families placed their goods on two large keel boat barges and floated on down the Tennessee River to the Ohio River, and on to the Mississippi. When they reached the mouth of the Red River, they traveled upriver, making their way through the great raft of floating logs which almost blocked the river below the area that is now Shreveport.
The Murrell and Wallace families landed at Long Prairie, Arkansas, and made their camp on the bank of the river. They opened a small patch among the canes that grew on the land and planted vegetables and corn.
John Murrell had $100 and wished to buy cattle, and made his way to Natchitoches for that purpose. On his way he found only two cabins, one built by Isaac Walden, the other by a Mr. Bosel, who had moved on to Texas. Alden asked Murrell to take the cabin. In Natchitoches he bought ten cows and calves, and when he returned to Long Prairie he found his family were sick. He moved his family away from the river bank and came back to Claiborne Parish, Louisiana on August 6, 1818, and lived in the empty cabin, 12 miles from Campti on the Red River. Mrs. John let him have meat, bread, and corn to feed his family.
At this time in North Central Louisiana there were no roads, only Indian trails. The land was covered with trees, thick brush and cane brakes. Only a few hunters and trappers had gone into the area. Soon after Murrell moved into the area a great fire swept the area. After a time the area became beautiful with clear running streams and wild flowers. Wild game was plentiful. Murrell brought his axe, gun, and hunting dogs.
Most of Murrell's neighbors were Indians. However, east of his area families from South Carolina were settling. In time other families moved nearer to the Murrell farm, namely, James Allen, Obadiah Driskell, Nedham Reynolds, Mr. Brazeal, Mr. McCardy, Dr. Hugh Walker, and Joseph Edwards.
On March 29, 1819, Murrell's seventh child was born. They named him Isaac, and he is considered to have been the first white child born in Claiborne Parish.
Murrell located in the Flat Lick Bayou area a few miles west of Homer, Louisiana. He built a two-story house there on 280 acres of land. In two years time several other families settled in the Flat Lick community. William Gryder was the first blacksmith.
Murrell's two-story house, known as the Flat Lick Plantation, had 18 rooms with two chimneys made of native stone on each side of the house with fireplaces on both floors. This house served as the first church. Baptist ministers were James Driskill and Newt Drew, who held monthly services, assisted by Arthur Ashburner Conly. In 1822 his salary was $15 per month.
In 1822 the Murrell home served as the post office, named Allen settlement, in honor of Martin Allen, the first Justice of the Peace. Murrell was the first postmaster. In 1822 the first store was opened near Murrell's home. It was closed within a year, then reopened by Robert Lee Kilgore in 1825.
J. McCarty raised the first significant cotton crop in 1826, and about this time the first slaves appeared in the area. People in the community got their salt from the Drake Salt Works in Winn Parish.
In 1828, law and government was dispensed from Murrell's home, serving as the court house until the Police Jury of the newly created Claiborne Parish chose Russellville to be the first parish seat of government.
The road in Northwest Louisiana known as the Military Road in 1928 passed directly by Murrell's home.
In time, the Civil War came about, and a story has been passed down about Murrell's youngest son, Isaac, who had a young slave named Edmond Merritt, described as "a faithful one, he was." Merritt went with nephews Perry and John Murrell to fight in the Civil War. On the morning of September 17, 1862, one son told Merritt to take John Jr.'s gold watch home, that he would not be back. That night after the battle of Sharpsburg, Merritt went into the battlefield, turning over hundreds of dead to see the faces of John and Perry, and could not find them. After returning home with the gold watch, Merritt found John had been killed. Perry and friend R.A. White had been wounded.
After the Civil War, John Jr., gave each of his former slaves forty acres of land and a cabin, and the right to be buried in the family cemetery. They took the name of White, and one of the markers in the cemetery reads, "Enoch White was born during the years of slavery, reached a ripe old age." Another marker read "Let not the dead be forgotten, lest men forget that they just die. Allen White, Jr., Pvt. 1N, Jan. 16, 1895 - Mar. 19, 1933." At the entrance of the Murrell cemetery is a grave marker which reads "Fredrick Miller, born in Germany 1765-1822, father of Emmaline Miller Botzong Longheld and Long John Miller, first white man buried in Claiborne parish." This is an indication that German families were in Claiborne parish in that early time.
John Murrell was buried in the Murrell cemetery on his home place, Flat Lick Plantation. He was a talented, enterprising person and became known as the first to introduce civilization to northeast Louisiana. His epitaph reads, "Dear to the memory of John Murrell, Sr., who died Jan. 25, 1847, age 63 years 5 days. His creed was Faith, Hope, and Charity."
One early settler, possibly John Murrell, Jr., wrote, "We were all plain people then, with few wants and much love for fellow man."
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John Andrews Murrell, "The Reverend Devil"
John A. Murrel was born close to Jackson, Tennessee in the late 1700’s and early 1800’s. His dad was a Methodist preacher, and he was gone a lot. Legend has it that Murrel once said of his father that his father was an honest man, but John thought none the less of him for that. His mother taught him and the rest of her children to steal. His mother ran an inn, when he was a teen. He said that his mother was one of the true grit; she taught all her children to steal as soon as they could walk...and what ever they stole she would hide it for them and dared their father to touch them for stealing.
One time in Tennessee, when Murrel was a teen he got caught stealing horses. Back then in Tennessee it was serious to steal someone’s horse. So he was tried for it and was branded with an "H.T." on his hand for horse thief. Murrel would wear gloves so no one would see the brand.
John liked to gamble and drink in Natchez and New Orleans. He claimed to be a preacher, but he really wasn’t.
We are not sure exactly when, but it was still when John was pretty young; he started up a group of outlaws which he called the "clan." While he was pretending to be preaching, and the people were in church, he would send his clan out to rob the neighborhoods.
He and the clan members would shoot anyone who had money. Once, this young boy claimed to have lots of money, so they shot him. It turned out that he only had a dollar fifty. After that they would only shoot people if they knew that they had money.
John had been planning a slave up-rising for years. He soon thought to plan it on a holiday. A plantation owners wife overheard two little slave girls that were watching her baby say, "What ashame it is to kill this baby." The wife checked it out. She found out that Murrel was involved, from then on he was a marked man. People began to become suspicious.
John Murrel would always kill the people that he robbed. You know the saying "Dead men can’t tell tales." Mr. Luther told us that one day Murrel and his clan stopped a man on his horse and they robbed him. They were about to kill him, and John told them to stop. They let the man ride away. Well, the man started wondering why they had done this. The man rode back to them and asked, "Why spare my life?" Murrel replied, "Ask your wife." The man returned home and asked his wife. She told him that John had once been shot, and she had nursed him back to health. Murrel saw a picture of her husband, and he recognized him that day. This was John’s way of thanking the lady.
Years later, Murrel got into trouble again. He was sentenced to ten years in prison. When he got out, everyone had left him, his family, the clan, and all of his friends. They had either moved away or died. After that John was never seen again.
Still today, people look for Murrel’s treasures. One of his favorite places to hide his stash was in a cave about seven miles from what is now Kisatchie. People say that a lot of satanic practices go on in those caves now. Sometimes you may get lucky and find a piece of gold or something that John had stolen, but no one really knows what happened to him or his treasures.
Thanks to Mr. Thomas Swafford of Tennessee, we have new information about John Murrell's last days. Murrell spent his last days in Pikeville, TN., about 50 miles from Chattanooga, TN. It seems that after Murrell's release from prison, he came to Pikeville to "drop out of sight". He had learned to be a blacksmith in prison, but due to tuberculosis, could not do this. Rumor has it that Murrell joined a church and lived a straight forward life after his move and even became a singer in the local church. Murrell died in Pikeville on November 3, 1844. After his death, grave robbers, supposedly two doctors, dug up the body and decapitated it. It seems that there was a reward for Murrell's skull. The presumably headless body still rests at the Smryna graveyard. A large rock slab used to cover the grave, but today a tombstone reading "John Murrell" marks the grave.
Information gathered by:
Brandi, Holley, Katie and Billy
We would like to thank Mr. L. Sandel and Mr. Rodney Jordan for their information concerning the legends and stories about John A. Murrel. A special thanks goes to Mr. Swafford for his interest in our project.
John Murrell or Murrel was probably the most ruthless outlaw to ever roam the South. He never stole from a person and let them live. He only spared one man’s life. Murrell didn’t kill the man because the man’s wife nursed Murrell back to health when he was shot.
Murrell was born in Jackson, Tennessee in the late 1700’s. He started stealing horses when he was not much older than a boy. Back then, stealing horses was a serious crime. The judge called for him to have a "T" branded on his thumb for "thief". People said that he showed no emotion while the hot branding iron burned his skin.
John Murrell came to Louisiana because of the Neutral Strip, a strip of land in Louisiana owned by no one. It was between the Sabine River on the west and the Arroyo Hondo and the Calcasieu River on the east. There was no law enforcement in the Neutral Strip. Murrell could hide out there and not get caught. Sometimes he hung around saloons and bars in Natchez, Mississippi and New Orleans, Louisiana. He would also ride around old roads and rob settlers on their way to Texas. Once, Murrell was talking to a man he thought was rich. Murrell killed him so he could rob him. It turned out that the man had only $1.50.
Sometimes John Murrell preached. While he was preaching, some of his friends would rob the people who were listening to him while they where at church. This probably earned him the nickname "Reverend Devil."
After Murrell had been robbing people a while, he formed a clan of outlaws. They would meet in certain places and initiate new members. They had hand signs and hideouts. One hideout was a cave in the hills of Kisatchie. It was said to have three levels connected by tunnels. It used to be a Spanish gold mine. Some people still look for gold in it.
The way clan members could tell another member’s house was they would have a black locust tree and a yucca plant in a certain location in their yards. The clan members would then stop at the house and rest or eat a meal. If a house had only one of the two plants, then it meant that the people in the house weren’t clan members, but they were friendly.
One man who used to live close to Mount Carmel Church had a grandfather in Murrell’s clan. He wanted to get out, and he did. He got sick and was in bed. All of a sudden, a stranger burst through the door and shot him. Legend has it that you didn’t get out of the clan and live to tell about it.
Murrell and his clan tried to start a slave revolt. They planned for slaves to turn on their masters and kill them. Two slave girls were holding their master’s baby and one of them said, "It sure will be a shame to kill this baby." The master’s wife heard them say it. She couldn’t get the girls to tell her anything more, so she called her son to come in and whip them until they talked. They accused someone else. He was hanged. A bunch of accusations followed and many people were hanged. Murrell’s plan had not worked.
Finally, after years of robbing and killing, authorities caught up to Murrell. He served time in Tennessee State Prison at Nashville, then was released. From then on, no one knew what happened to him. Some say he went to Texas. It will probably always be a mystery.
Information gathered by:
Jim, Freddie, Jill and Daphna
We would like to thank Mr. L. Sandel, Mrs. G. Holden, Mrs. B. Lawman and Mr. Rodney Jordan for their sharing the stories and legends of the Reverend Devil, John A. Murrell
John Andrews Murrell, "The Reverend Devil"
John A. Murrel was born close to Jackson, Tennessee in the late 1700’s and early 1800’s. His dad was a Methodist preacher, and he was gone a lot. Legend has it that Murrel once said of his father that his father was an honest man, but John thought none the less of him for that. His mother taught him and the rest of her children to steal. His mother ran an inn, when he was a teen. He said that his mother was one of the true grit; she taught all her children to steal as soon as they could walk...and what ever they stole she would hide it for them and dared their father to touch them for stealing.
One time in Tennessee, when Murrel was a teen he got caught stealing horses. Back then in Tennessee it was serious to steal someone’s horse. So he was tried for it and was branded with an "H.T." on his hand for horse thief. Murrel would wear gloves so no one would see the brand.
John liked to gamble and drink in Natchez and New Orleans. He claimed to be a preacher, but he really wasn’t.
We are not sure exactly when, but it was still when John was pretty young; he started up a group of outlaws which he called the "clan." While he was pretending to be preaching, and the people were in church, he would send his clan out to rob the neighborhoods.
He and the clan members would shoot anyone who had money. Once, this young boy claimed to have lots of money, so they shot him. It turned out that he only had a dollar fifty. After that they would only shoot people if they knew that they had money.
John had been planning a slave up-rising for years. He soon thought to plan it on a holiday. A plantation owners wife overheard two little slave girls that were watching her baby say, "What ashame it is to kill this baby." The wife checked it out. She found out that Murrel was involved, from then on he was a marked man. People began to become suspicious.
John Murrel would always kill the people that he robbed. You know the saying "Dead men can’t tell tales." Mr. Luther told us that one day Murrel and his clan stopped a man on his horse and they robbed him. They were about to kill him, and John told them to stop. They let the man ride away. Well, the man started wondering why they had done this. The man rode back to them and asked, "Why spare my life?" Murrel replied, "Ask your wife." The man returned home and asked his wife. She told him that John had once been shot, and she had nursed him back to health. Murrel saw a picture of her husband, and he recognized him that day. This was John’s way of thanking the lady.
Years later, Murrel got into trouble again. He was sentenced to ten years in prison. When he got out, everyone had left him, his family, the clan, and all of his friends. They had either moved away or died. After that John was never seen again.
Still today, people look for Murrel’s treasures. One of his favorite places to hide his stash was in a cave about seven miles from what is now Kisatchie. People say that a lot of satanic practices go on in those caves now. Sometimes you may get lucky and find a piece of gold or something that John had stolen, but no one really knows what happened to him or his treasures.
Thanks to Mr. Thomas Swafford of Tennessee, we have new information about John Murrell's last days. Murrell spent his last days in Pikeville, TN., about 50 miles from Chattanooga, TN. It seems that after Murrell's release from prison, he came to Pikeville to "drop out of sight". He had learned to be a blacksmith in prison, but due to tuberculosis, could not do this. Rumor has it that Murrell joined a church and lived a straight forward life after his move and even became a singer in the local church. Murrell died in Pikeville on November 3, 1844. After his death, grave robbers, supposedly two doctors, dug up the body and decapitated it. It seems that there was a reward for Murrell's skull. The presumably headless body still rests at the Smryna graveyard. A large rock slab used to cover the grave, but today a tombstone reading "John Murrell" marks the grave.
Information gathered by:
Brandi, Holley, Katie and Billy
We would like to thank Mr. L. Sandel and Mr. Rodney Jordan for their information concerning the legends and stories about John A. Murrel. A special thanks goes to Mr. Swafford for his interest in our project.
John Murrell or Murrel was probably the most ruthless outlaw to ever roam the South. He never stole from a person and let them live. He only spared one man’s life. Murrell didn’t kill the man because the man’s wife nursed Murrell back to health when he was shot.
Murrell was born in Jackson, Tennessee in the late 1700’s. He started stealing horses when he was not much older than a boy. Back then, stealing horses was a serious crime. The judge called for him to have a "T" branded on his thumb for "thief". People said that he showed no emotion while the hot branding iron burned his skin.
John Murrell came to Louisiana because of the Neutral Strip, a strip of land in Louisiana owned by no one. It was between the Sabine River on the west and the Arroyo Hondo and the Calcasieu River on the east. There was no law enforcement in the Neutral Strip. Murrell could hide out there and not get caught. Sometimes he hung around saloons and bars in Natchez, Mississippi and New Orleans, Louisiana. He would also ride around old roads and rob settlers on their way to Texas. Once, Murrell was talking to a man he thought was rich. Murrell killed him so he could rob him. It turned out that the man had only $1.50.
Sometimes John Murrell preached. While he was preaching, some of his friends would rob the people who were listening to him while they where at church. This probably earned him the nickname "Reverend Devil."
After Murrell had been robbing people a while, he formed a clan of outlaws. They would meet in certain places and initiate new members. They had hand signs and hideouts. One hideout was a cave in the hills of Kisatchie. It was said to have three levels connected by tunnels. It used to be a Spanish gold mine. Some people still look for gold in it.
The way clan members could tell another member’s house was they would have a black locust tree and a yucca plant in a certain location in their yards. The clan members would then stop at the house and rest or eat a meal. If a house had only one of the two plants, then it meant that the people in the house weren’t clan members, but they were friendly.
One man who used to live close to Mount Carmel Church had a grandfather in Murrell’s clan. He wanted to get out, and he did. He got sick and was in bed. All of a sudden, a stranger burst through the door and shot him. Legend has it that you didn’t get out of the clan and live to tell about it.
Murrell and his clan tried to start a slave revolt. They planned for slaves to turn on their masters and kill them. Two slave girls were holding their master’s baby and one of them said, "It sure will be a shame to kill this baby." The master’s wife heard them say it. She couldn’t get the girls to tell her anything more, so she called her son to come in and whip them until they talked. They accused someone else. He was hanged. A bunch of accusations followed and many people were hanged. Murrell’s plan had not worked.
Finally, after years of robbing and killing, authorities caught up to Murrell. He served time in Tennessee State Prison at Nashville, then was released. From then on, no one knew what happened to him. Some say he went to Texas. It will probably always be a mystery.
Information gathered by:
Jim, Freddie, Jill and Daphna
We would like to thank Mr. L. Sandel, Mrs. G. Holden, Mrs. B. Lawman and Mr. Rodney Jordan for their sharing the stories and legends of the Reverend Devil, John A. Murrell
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Found this also, interesting! http://forum.treasurenet.com/index.php?topic=58339.0
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my dad used to own shawnee village for about 50 years i looked many years for anything i could find on him. the village has some great history there. here is a post i found online about the village.
"A most atrocious and diabolical wholesale murder and robbery had been committed on the Arkansas side. The crew of a flatboat had been murdered in cold blood, disemboweled, and thrown in the river, and the boat-stores appropriated among the perpetrators of the foul deed. The Murrell Clan was charged with the inhuman and devilish act. Public meetings were called in different parts of the country to devise means to rid the country and clear the woods of the Clan, and to bring to immediate; punishment the murderers of the flatboat men. In Covington a campaign was formed to that end, under the command of Maj. Hockley and Grandville D. Searcey, and one, also formed in Randolph, under the command of Colonel Orville Shelby A flatboat, suited to the purpose, was procured, and the expedition consisting of some eighty or an hundred men, well armed, with several day's rations, floated out from Randolph, and down to the landing where wholesale murder had been committed. Their place of destination was Shawnee Village, some six or more miles from the Mississippi. Where the sheriff of the county resided. They were first to require of the sheriff to put the offenders under arrest and turn them over to be dealt with according to law. To the Shawnee Village the expedition moved in single file, along a
tortuous trail through the thick cane and jungle, until within a few miles of the village, when a shrill whistle at the head of the column startled the whole line. Answered by the sharp click! click! click! of the cocking of the rifles in the hands of Clansmen. In ambush, to the right flank of the moving file, and within less than a dozen yards.
"A most atrocious and diabolical wholesale murder and robbery had been committed on the Arkansas side. The crew of a flatboat had been murdered in cold blood, disemboweled, and thrown in the river, and the boat-stores appropriated among the perpetrators of the foul deed. The Murrell Clan was charged with the inhuman and devilish act. Public meetings were called in different parts of the country to devise means to rid the country and clear the woods of the Clan, and to bring to immediate; punishment the murderers of the flatboat men. In Covington a campaign was formed to that end, under the command of Maj. Hockley and Grandville D. Searcey, and one, also formed in Randolph, under the command of Colonel Orville Shelby A flatboat, suited to the purpose, was procured, and the expedition consisting of some eighty or an hundred men, well armed, with several day's rations, floated out from Randolph, and down to the landing where wholesale murder had been committed. Their place of destination was Shawnee Village, some six or more miles from the Mississippi. Where the sheriff of the county resided. They were first to require of the sheriff to put the offenders under arrest and turn them over to be dealt with according to law. To the Shawnee Village the expedition moved in single file, along a
tortuous trail through the thick cane and jungle, until within a few miles of the village, when a shrill whistle at the head of the column startled the whole line. Answered by the sharp click! click! click! of the cocking of the rifles in the hands of Clansmen. In ambush, to the right flank of the moving file, and within less than a dozen yards.
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Hey all,
I'm a producer at a production company and I'm currently looking for people who are actively searching for John Murrel's treasure, or have searched for it in the past. If so, let me know, I'd love to talk to you more about the subject for a project I'm working on.
I'm a producer at a production company and I'm currently looking for people who are actively searching for John Murrel's treasure, or have searched for it in the past. If so, let me know, I'd love to talk to you more about the subject for a project I'm working on.
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