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Sunday, July 21, 2019

The Stripling Warrior Cave

I’m going to get a little more personal in this article than I would normally do. I hope it is taken well and not too much read into it, however this article will shed some light on why I do what I do, it is the core of what drives me and has compelled me to dig deep… to find what so many do not know to uncover, find it too difficult, or more often than not, just don’t care nor see the importance of it… they would rather hold onto their idol’s coat tail. In this article, if you are paying attention, you will find me tippy toeing into a side of me that many of you did not know, even many of my close friends, into a spiritual side of it all.

Sometime in about 1989, I was going through some of the worst times of my life, or so I thought, these were the days just following the days where in I was on top of the world and I knew exactly where I was going and what I was doing… Or so I thought… on this I will simply say by way of intended advice… be careful what you pray for.

One day I was out hiking searching the mountain which had become a favorite place in my pursuit of my sanity and what would become my new found love, the study of the Native American Petroglyphs. I had spent 3 years on this mountain alone searching every possibility I could devise. These were the humble times wherein I lost myself in the one thing that was not about me and my troubles, and it seemed to keep the gun out of my mouth.

To this day if you were to go to the Salt Lake BLM office, there are some very large books which contain USGS maps with notations and dots placed upon the maps of the many archaeological finds throughout the state, many in places you would not think. Upon a couple of certain maps are the very dots I placed upon those maps working with the BLM archaeologist of the day, Mel Brewster, a pleasant and large 6 foot 6 full blood Indian, half Paiute half Goshute.

Mel accompanied me from time to time to this mountain, to this day I believe I had found many panels, many which he had never heard of nor had anyone else mentioned before, I placed many dots upon those few maps, and I showed Mel many of the sites he had not seen. But there were just some sites I felt at the time, compelled to keep to myself for some unknown reason, and keep them obscure. These are the days where in I was learning to listen to that still small voice, which today I refer to as listening to my gut, or follow my gut, actually today I have no choice as my gut gets to anyplace I am going before I do.

One particular site I kept to myself, I had spent many weeks on, studying the glyphs trying to discern the intended meaning. It was a strange site, a site just like two others I had recently discovered, what I mean by “strange” is, there was the feeling of a presence. I knew the glyphs I was looking at was speaking of a cave, and somehow was giving instruction as to how to find this cave. After several months of trying to discover the answer I felt that it just wasn’t time, and I knew someday I would return to this site and hopefully by that time I would have better understanding. It would be 18 years later before I returned.

Sometime around 2007, I met with a friend and colleague, in talking about various projects he perked up and said, “Oh I have to tell you something”… He told me of a man who made a very strange discovery and had a very strange experience and he went to his Bishop and told him about it, and after hearing it the Bishop told him, “You need to get in touch with this guy, (Being My Friend) and tell him.

The man came to meet my friend in the mid 90’s as I recall and my friend asked him to tell his story… the story went something like this. He said he was over on the (Directions given) of a particular mountain hiking when I came across some petroglyphs. These are the very same petroglyphs I mentioned earlier, and I knew it and my ears perked up because I knew what was to follow, I knew the location, but my friend did not know this yet. The man told him after looking at the petroglyphs he hiked up further and found a small opening which was under a small white ledge, being curious and having his usual hiking items such as a flashlight he decided to investigate the small hole. He crawled in on his belly where it opened up and to his surprised he was met with some very amazing things. He said to my friend, I never knew we had anything on this continent like this… my friend ask what do you mean? He said, “There was all kinds of strange artifacts like Egyptian things, [BUT NOT Egyptian] there was weapons, armor and many other kinds of things! I just never knew” “ it freaked me out and so I hurry and started crawling out of the opening and just as I am coming out I notice these two large feet wearing sandals standing in front of me! I followed up his legs to see a large man wearing the same armor I had just seen! And he raised his hand pointing away, and told me “Go from this place and never return least ye die! You have been allowed here as a witness for others that will come!” then he says to my friend, by the way, what is a Stripling Warrior? My friend asks “why” He then says, “well he told me that he was a Stripling Warrior and that it was his commission, calling, or that he had been ordained as guardian over this contents of this cave."

After hearing this and forcing my mouth shut, I headed out after 18 years to see those glyphs again and to hike up again where I had been 18 years prior, looking for a cave. Not 5 years later I would hear the exact same story from another person who also met with the finder. I am told he has not nor will he ever talk about it again, 

Make no mistake people… And feel free to take this with a grain of salt… There is more of these things in this area than you would ever think.. The question is, why? Within 50 miles of this place has been reported, 7 cloth wrapped mummies in a cave, the largest being 7 foot 9 inches, another cave found around the 30’s said to contain “many Aztec’s" sitting in a circle, and they had their horses with them!” Several wrapped mummies in a cave near Fish Springs resting on shelves, and other things I ought not tell. Extending out 100 miles even more incredible things and 250 miles to 300 even more…

As it turns out, and I never knew it would come to this, but there are certain glyphs to look for, and in certain places… but as it would seem… has it all been for nothing, a way for me to function and keep my sanity? or for some unknown purpose not yet realized? I don’t know but I admit, I grow week in all respects… regardless, I am grateful for the experiences.

This is just another of the many types projects on my list...

Saturday, July 20, 2019

Piles of Gold Bricks and the Trappers

Early Utah Trappers
And the Gold of the Red Ledges

The following is just one of the many research projects that I have accumulated as a result of 30 plus years of gathering information of unsolved mysteries pertaining the mysteries of this land, strange stories of discoveries, Mummy Caves, Caves with Unusual artifacts, implications of what can only be underground cities, Gold, Silver, and Platinum Caches left by men of the past, be it Romans, Spanish, the Confederate Underground, or some other. To this very day I am still looking for one individual or even a team to pursue that which is becoming more and more difficult for me. I have a few whom I trust explicitly, however they can hardly handle even one as a result of being roped to a job… For the most part, the majority of these projects have progressed as far as I can take them, barring new information, however the majority is at that point where in technology is seemingly the last and only resort, something I can no longer afford. The provenance of some is as good as you could hope for and some are very poor but with very compelling evidence. However the details is what will or will not convince you… Often times in these years of research I have often thought that certain projects can go no further, when out of the blue someone sends you new information. I have decided to share one of the many that some of you have heard before.

The following story has been told prior in another publication found in my good friend, Dale Bascom’s Book, Following the Legends, of which I highly recommend. The descendant of the prime story teller in Bascom’s book is my good friend David Bullock. David is the Grandson of Ben Bullock, however the story I intend to tell deals only with the core of the story, rather than the perspectives told in Dale’s book.

The basis of the story you may see at the end of this article.

My past Article with early research, PRIOR TO, “New Information”

It was about mid 2007 when my phone rang with one of my colleagues calling, asking if I had read the story of the trappers, Yes, I replied but it had been sometime. He wanted me to reevaluate the story as if it were a new and fresh story without all the perspectives of those who told the story for publication.

The first thing for me to do was to determine the possibility of the story ever happening. I would have no doubt that someone showed up in the area of Springville at the time of Ben Bullock and Bishop Koyle’s mining days, but I would seriously doubt the man’s name was actually Johnnie Rasmussen. Although it is possible to have a name of Danish or Norwegian decent and having come from Mexico, in all likely hood he was using a fake name. Having come from old Mexico as the story goes, provides but a small clue…

Having studied the contents of the journals of Ogden, Kittson, Provost, Ashley and other fur trappers, it is highly likely the event occurred as it coincides with a couple of trapping parties at the very time mentioned in the story told by Ben Bullock, keep in mind the story told I am sure was quite accurate, but only as accurate as Ben remembered It being told to him. The point being, this story is told 3rd hand… With this said and as a result, I will say, normally, I wouldn’t have given this story any consideration other than a friend asked me to investigate it. Having made the determination that it could very well have occurred, what would have been the motive for any of those passing the story along to tell a tall tale such as this? Although there are many with some very wild imaginations, and I am sure could come up with some answer to this question, I just don’t see it.

There was an event told in one of the histories recorded in the journals that “could be” a reference to the very event described by the man who came up from Mexico to search for his G Grandfathers gold discovery. If it is the same even, it would appear some embellishing was involved in the official report given by Provost.

“Etienne Provost, a Frenchman operating out of Santa Fe under Mexican license, entered Utah in 1824 by way of the Green River country. He made his way tothe Wasatch Front and very possibly may have entered the Salt Lake Valley. 
If this is so, he would have seen the lake before Jim Bridger. Provost's party was attacked by a band of Snake Indians in the fall of 1824 and most of the men were killed. Provost and the other survivors escaped and made their way to the Green River in eastern Utah, where they spent the winter at the mouth of the White River. The actual location of this attack remains unknown but is thought by most historians to have been on the Provo, Jordan, or Weber rivers.”

It would seem another location is just as fitting for this attack but this will be withheld until I find someone who has what it takes to investigate. Later in the same document it is said:

The discovery of Warren A. Ferris's Map of the Northwest Fur Country (drawn
in 1836) has shed new light on the topic and adds considerable, although not
conclusive, support to the argument that the Indian attack occurred on the
Jordan River.

Contrary to this statement, I see absolutely nothing in the Ferris Map that validates this statement, Continuing on….

Ferris's narrative states that Provost was attacked on "a stream
flowing into the Big Lake that now bears his name." This would be the "Provo"
River. The Ferris map clearly indicates that the river known to the mountain
men as the "Proveau" is the modern-day Jordan River. The fact that the attack
occurred on the Jordan River, combined with Provost's apparent familiarity
with the route through Weber Canyon to the Great Salt Lake, points strongly to
the probability that he was at the Great Salt Lake in the fall of 1824, well
before Jim Bridger tasted its salty waters.

Again I see nothing that implies that the attack took place at the Jordan River, and it certainly is not a “Fact.”

Whether the attack incident is or is not the following account of an attack is neither here nor there as my only motive in evaluating the expeditions of fur trading did in “fact” occur in the time frame given in the following story.

Without inserting the contents of the story first made public, I will give the synopsis without all of the perspectives given of those who added to the story which in and of itself is at least 3rd hand information. It is the fact that if you listen to the details given whether true or not, and you are able to find the existing places, features etc which give the story credibility, then there is a probability that the story in general is plausible.

As the story goes….
About 1913, a stranger emerges in the town of Springville going by the name Johnny Rasmussen, he begins asking questions about details regarding an old leather map he had which is presumed to have been made by his Great Grandfather and containing the clues to follow. Johnny eventually meets John Koyle of the Dream Mine and eventually Ben Bullock of the Golden Relief mine. Both entertained Johnny sharing their beliefs as to why Johnny’s map fit their area and mine, Johnny struggled with their details but being a little more convinced of Ben Bullocks location.

What Johnny, John Koyle and Ben Bullock didn’t know is that Johnny’s grandfather’s treasure cave was nowhere near their locations. All they had to do was read… carefully and pay attention to the core details… As the story went, Johnny eventually just disappeared. As far as I know, no one is actively looking for this treasure cave and I have to wonder why, It is possible to find, whether it be boots on the ground or technology, but before that happens, the correct location must be found, and even more important, the searcher has to be satisfied that it is the correct location.

The root of the story and details given in the original publication are as follows…

“The description of the treasure location was:
1. Two and one half day's ride from the south end of the salt sea and follow a river which ran northward from a large fresh water lake located in a beautiful valley southerly from the salt sea.
2. One half day ride southerly from the east shore of the fresh water lake to sugar loaf peak.
3. Sugar loaf peak south easterly above springs that make a valley at foot of mountains and supply Indian camp with water.
4. Gold tunnel about three quarters mile southerly from sugar loaf peak and high on foothills.
5. Sugar loaf gold tunnel below rusty red ledges.
6. You look to the southwest along mountain and the valley closes.

“This was all brought about in about 1825 when Johnny's great grandfather was with a trapping party in the Rocky Mountain area. It was getting along to early fall. Fur bearing animals were becoming more scarce so the trapping party held a powwow in a meadow southerly from the south end of the salt sea. (We think the Grantsville area.) This search was for future trapping streams. It was decided to separate the party into groups of three and spend about ten days to two weeks fanning out in all directions to thoroughly explore the areas for next springs trapping. Rasmussen and two companions were sent in a southerly direction following a large stream. For two and one half days they explored branching streams but kept to the course of the starting point stream as a guide line. When they entered a mountain narrow southerly from their starting point they beheld a beautiful valley with a large fresh water lake south of them. In this valley a number of streams flowed from the mountains to the east which they explored but found no evidence of beaver dams. To the south the valley closed so they engaged in following streams as far south as the canyons fed. One little stream had a beaver dam in it so they followed its course southerly toward the mountain. A sugar loaf stood out at the base of the mountain for which they were heading. They made their way through cedar trees in the valley and saw the Wickiup of an Indian camp westerly from sugar loaf. Not knowing weather the Indians were friendly or not they skirted to the north of the camp and headed for the hills. The stream they had been following was fed by many springs between the Indian camp and the mountain.

When southerly from the camp and ascending the foothills they heard and saw a party of Indians coming from the south. They forced their horses higher up the hills and through the cedar trees. One of the Indians sent an arrow which lodged in the back of one of the trappers. He hung doggedly to his saddle until they saw a badger come out of a large hole on the side of the mountain. One rider jumped from his horse and found the hole large enough for them to crawl down into a larger opening. They abandoned their horses by swatting them on their rumps. The trappers hurried down into the badger hole, pulling the wounded man down into the hole with them. It was now evening time and getting very cool. A pile of sticks and brush had been dragged into the hole by animals and from these eventually a fire was started to warm the wounded man. One knotted cedar branch made a good torch and was taken from the fire to light the cavern to its depths. Not far along the way the trappers found piles of bricks which proved to be gold ingots.

He hurried back to his friends with the news of his find and the two men ran back to look at the gold. They were very excited with the great treasure. After some discussion it was decided that the gold bars were too heavy for one man to carry without horses and the gold could not be continually hidden. When found out they had had it. Their lives would be in danger until they told where their wealth came from.

They came to the decision that the best thing would be to keep in mind the guide posts that would lead to their find until paper and pen could be had to draw a map and write a thorough description which would lead them back to sugar loaf gold. This decided they hurried back to their wounded friend to tell of their good luck but found he had died from his wound. They pulled his body back to the piles of gold bricks and completely covered his body with bricks of gold to keep wild animals from ravaging him. From fear of being discovered by the Indians the trappers waited for days before they dared venture outdoors. The hour was late, they crawled out of their treasure tunnel, and walked the long distance back to home camp on the shores of the salten sea.

It is not known how long Johnie's great grandfather stayed with the trapping party  but he kept his golden tunnel treasure of sugar loaf secret, and firmly in his mind  until he had paper and pen to make a permanent record of it.”

If the information has been handed down correctly, the fact that he mentioned "Bricks" and "Gold Ingots" rather than "bars" or other tells me this is likely NOT a Spanish Cache, it is left by some former culture and by vague information, but by common sense and reasoning, has an estimated value of 500 Million plus.

You now have all the information I had to start with, can you find the right location? I may be right, and I might not be... but I can tell you the profound evidences without a stretch of the imagination are all there...

Wednesday, July 17, 2019

Platinum of the Uintas

It was early 1940’s when two boys about 12 years of age, Richard and Lee, while staying at the old Ranch House near the mouth of the canyon, decided one day to take a ride on the old horses up the canyon. It was just like any other day the boys explored the canyons, following the river sometimes fishing and other times just hiking around exploring.

This day the boys followed the old river on the east side up the canyon to where a tributary entered it from the east. The boys crossed the tributary and found a nice flat spot where it appeared many had stopped years before to fish or camp.

The boys tied the horses here at the flat and headed for the timbers. Hiking around the boys came to a small clearing, and on the far side of the clearing they entered the brush and trees again and at one particular place under a bluff like ledge, Richard spotted a hole back in some rose like sticker bushes. The boys dug through the bushes to gain access to the hole and was able to clean it out enough to just access the entrance and peak into the hole that had captured their attention.

Looking into the hole, the boys could see several leather bags filled with some strange dark colored rock. Reaching in as best they could, Richard tried to pull one of the leather bags closer to him but the leather just crumbled in his grasp. Pushing in a little harder he managed to grab several handfuls of the dark ore filling both their pockets.
Satisfied with their efforts the boys returned to their horses and began the long ride back to the Ranch House, all along the way throwing the rocks at birds, and into the river just like boys do… Getting back to the ranch house, the boys still having a few of the rocks left, threw them into an old tin bucket and forgot about it.

A couple of months later one of the boy’s father who owned the ranch house went to get the bucket for some chore and in it were these dark heavy rocks. Juggling one of the rocks back and forth in his hand, he thought, these are some heavy stones and wondering why. Not saying anything to the boys, he decided to take a couple of the stones to Salt Lake with him on his next trip and visit the assayer.

The father visited the assayer as planned and having left to take care of other business and having returned to the assayer office before heading back home to the Basin, the assayer told him the rocks were near pure platinum. Anxious to get back home the father hurried on his way. When the father returned home he called for his boy and asked him where he got the rocks, the boy said we got them up by the river a couple months ago, and the boy told him about the leather bags and the hole they found them in. The father asked if he could find it again and the boy certain he could, said yes.

Well, the father and the two boys returned to the same area and spent days searching but to no avail, since this time one of the boys returned in later years to search and again could not find the same spot. Both boys had a good memory of the original event and in their later years both told the same story with the same details and one of the boys in later years even made a map.

After hearing this story several years ago, I didn’t think too much about it simply because it was just another story without original source material or details. Not to many weeks ago, a friend was going through his father’s journal and came across the story I just gave you. Having heard the story from me some time ago, he recognized the story and quickly called me. He had no idea that this original story was in his own possession and documented by his late father many years prior. Two other old references to platinum in the Uinta Mountains exists, strangely enough, all three are in this same small area of the vast Uinta Mountain area.

In these times we have access to things those of the past did not, and it becomes clear as to why sometimes what you were certain you could find something again, often does not work out that way due to “changes”.

This is just another of the many projects I hope to get to. Due to the details given in the story and the copy of the original map, this one will likely be moved to the top of the list of projects.

Tuesday, July 9, 2019

Jesse James and “The Black Book”

A short assessment of “The Black Book”

It has been near two years since a friend sent me a digital copy of “The Black Book” AKA, Jesse James Was One of His Names by Del Schrader, published in 1975.

My friend told me that the reason he sent me the book is in that he has noticed that I seem to have an ability to think outside the box and that I look at things from perspectives many seem to not think of… I suppose that’s true. He also said he knows that I have studied the deeper sides of Law where in the Civil war is concerned… that may also be true… regardless… I am not one to pat myself on the back…

His motive was for me to assess the book for authenticity, although I heavily lean at this point to authentic, I will not say that everything in the book is true, but this is due to the authors apparent confusions of events and the interjecting at will, his own preconceived ideas.

I will say that I did in fact take deep interest into the events of the Civil war some time beginning in the mid to late 1980’s. I do not recall what fomented this interest but I do recall that the topic of Jesse James and his involvement as not being a part of what at the time interested me. I am not saying Jesse was was not a part of the Civil War, it just wasn’t part of my focus. My focus was, what the war was really about because it certainly WAS NOT about FREEING the Slaves. This is not something I wish to go into at this time, however I will say, the academics of history would have me believe that 364,000 men of the Union army gave their lives for the sole purpose of freeing the slaves in the South and... yes, the North? I’m sorry but if you think about that for just a minute… you might come up with the same response as I did… a very humble but unavoidable, BULLSHIT!

Now, I have no doubt that many of those in the Union Army believed at least a part of this, but they were no doubt lied to, just as we today are being lied to.
These same academics would have me believe that 260,000 Confederate soldiers died, watched their plantations burn to the ground, their sacred churches with their women and children boarded up inside by Union Soldiers, who burned them alive, all because they would not let their slaves go? My conclusion is the same humble response as above. The South knew exactly what they were fighting for, the North obviously did not or they would have switched sides.

Regardless of what the Union thought they were fighting for or what they believed, the Confederacy knew beyond a shadow of a doubt as to what they were fighting for, here it comes people, pay attention!... They knew they were fighting for the very same reasons that this nation fought for in 1776 AND the war of 1812! The difference is, in 1776 they won their Independence from the oppressor! In 1812 they fought against the same oppressor to keep that independence and won! And in the Civil war, fomented by the same 3rd party oppressor which few even know was a part... they lost their Independence. In short, the South was in fact, the Heroes of the Civil war, but then, the looser never writes the history do they… And therefore, the South is made to look like a past enemy, by writers who do nothing more than regurgitate indoctrination, a historian is not someone who remembers the distributed propaganda read… today, the media (tool of that oppressor) today has everyone fired up against the Confederacy of the past, a subject and topic that has for the most part been left alone for near 140 years, why now have they chosen to foment this tactic of division once again among the people? Just wait and you will see. Divide and Conquer. WHEREVER you find a civil war in the world, look closely and you will find this same oppressor formulating that ancient old tactic of Divide and Conquer, follow the money… or those who are trying to control it…


The reason for clarifying the above, is that in order for the reader to better understand Jesse James and his duty in that war, the Confederacy, and what they were up against and all the things concerning the civil war that just don’t make sense, which suddenly becomes clear if you do understand. My specific motive in the study of this book was to prove or disprove the primary claim in the book and answer the question, Was J. Frank Dalton the actual Jesse WOODSEN James? the same Jesse James who was supposedly shot by Bob Ford in Saint Joseph Missouri, NOT Jesse Robert James and any other Jesse, but THEE Jesse W. James. I had no idea just how badly the public has been misinformed.

One of the things in which the academics have tried to smooth over is, the Northern Slave owners, The Black Southern slave owners and why so many of the slaves in the south fought for the Confederacy. The given reasons by the academics “almost” make sense…

The questions I have are many but just a few sums it up for me, one is, why is it that John Trammell, an escaped slave after which, join up with Jesse James who was one of the most important individuals in the Confederacy, the civil war and its cause, possibly even more so than the only man he had to answer to, Albert Pike. Why didn’t John if indeed escaped knowing the possibility of what could happen to him if caught, flee to the side of the North? This does not make sense. There were many others as well. It is a well-known fact that Jesse was particularly fond of the Black people, Indians and Mexican people, they have had nothing but good to say about him in the form of MANY sworn affidavits in the 1940’s. The words spoken by them in the form of an affidavit, is NOT the statement of suppressed and poorly treated slaves! They loved him and at no time did they speak out against the confederacy.

I am not saying that there were not very cruel acts against the slaves, this occurred frequently by slave owners including Black Slave owners, aside from affiliation in the North as well as the South. John Trammell, W. Lucky Johnson, Gene Robertson and many others had many opportunities to cry out against the Confederacy if in fact what was being taught today was in fact true, Why didn’t they? I think you know the answer which was given above, in a very humble manner…

Instead, John Trammell has gone down in history, even the twisted history being taught regarding the Civil war, as one of Jesse’s most trusted friend’s companions and body guard. All one has to do is take a look at the following Image and ask… why?

This is a photo of J. Frank Dalton in 1948, with John Trammell, Lucky Johnson and Eugene Robertson, WHY?.. Why would these three men, knowing well and good the claims being made by J. Frank Dalton AT THAT VERY MOMENT and for the last two years, claiming to be Jesse Woodson James supposedly killed in 1882, and a Confederate no less! Why would they be standing in this photo in support of Dalton’s claim, if he were NOT Jesse Woodson James? The affidavits of that event are defiantly in support of the appearance of the photo. I AM OPEN to contrary views.

The following is another strange finding that for me again confirms the likely authenticity with the exception of certain liberties taken by the Book Author.

The more I read through the book, taking each claim and researching along the way, trying to find ample evidence to give credibility to the many claims in the book, one in particular that just gnawed at me day in and day out, In the black book it is said that Jesse, after staging his own death of which a few of his cohorts didn’t think was going to work, was that Jesse returned to the scene within a half hour disguised as the “Elegant Captain Harrison Trow.”

NO ONE in the academic world has ever elected to elaborate on how it is, that Captain Harrison Trow just happen to be in the neighborhood and sent by Governor Crittenden no less. If any attempt were made to explain, it is made to sound as if he came much later if not days later.

The more I thought about this event not knowing what to believe for lack of evidence the thought crossed my mind… “What if I could find a picture of Harrison Trow, either younger years, same time frame of later years would suffice. Little did I know that all three were circulating but certainly not easy to find. What if… I knew if I could find one it would confirm my suspicions, but we’ll come back to that.

First, In order to experience the full impact of the photos one needs to know what photos on the internet are Jesse, what I have found is that the academics don’t know, nor do the many pretend historians that claim to know something about him, not to mention all the tintype people who find an old photo and of course it has to be Jesse. There is really only one man I have found who was written about more than Jesse his name was similar, Jesus.

Before I show these photos I would like to point out that the majority of the photos regarding Jesse and those surrounding him are incorrect as well as the names of some. And by the way, please do NOT send me your tintype that you are already convinced is Jesse, especially if you are already convinced and can’t handle the truth, I’ll pass thank you.

Let’s start with Jesse’s Mother, whether the book is factual or not, Jesse’s Mother was NOT Zerelda Samuels, His mother was Molly Dalton, and she looks almost nothing like Zerelda, this false notion is in consequence of the story told in the Black book.

Jesse’s wife was NOT Zerelda Mimms, again, whether the story told in the Black Book is true or not, Jesse’s true love was Myra, Maybell or Myra Belle Shirley, and she would remain with him for the remainder of her life despite his many other marriages or flings as the life of Americas most important historic spies required. The two show up together several times in photos, but because so many can’t get Jesse’s picture right, no one seems to see it. 

This poor quality but lightly edited photo in order to bring out Jesse's facial attributes is a photo of "Jim Reed" and Myra Bell. Jim Reed is one of Jesse's many aliases, yes... I am saying it is Jesse.

Myra Bell is NOT Bell Star as many have tagged her out of pure ignorance. Many of the various so called historians have even put the two’s photos in the same articles as if they were one and the same, and I just have to say, one would either have to be absolutely blind or plain flat out stupid to believe they are the same. If some take offense to my comments remember, it is that someone who took it, offense is not given and is not my intent.

Of all the photos there is today with many claiming their photos are of Jesse, these are among the only real photos, verified or not, although I have my reservation on the right photo.

This is Frank James NOT Jesse

The two images on the left are Myra Belle Shirley, the two on the right are Bell Starr, they are NOT the same person! and I am at a loss as to why so many can't get this right. Jesse's true love whom he married and stuck with through his life was Myra Belle Shirley. JESSE WAS NEVER MARRIED TO BELL STARR!

This is Zerelda Mimms Bigalow, Jesse's cousin, NOT Jesse's wife.

Zerelda Samuels, Jesse's Aunt, NOT Jesse's Mother!

Molly Dalton, THIS IS Jesse's mother!

Now in all fairness just remember, just because I say it’s so, doesn’t make it so, so you decide….

Back to the Harrison Trow Photos…

The idea of finding a photo of Harrison Trow fascinated me and occupied nearly all my time for at least a day or two when I found the following Charcoal drawing taken from a photo… Drawn by Anna Lee Dillenbeck known for her artistic skills especially of the many images she recreated of Quantrill's Raiders. When I saw it, my jaw dropped as it was near exact to what I would have suspected from the time frame.

Jesse James on the left and Harrison Trow on the right

What are the astronomical chances that the very man who went down in history as the man who identified the body of Jesse James, looks exactly like him? Especially with an apposing possible history that Jesse faked his death and returned to the scene posing as Harrison Trow?

Later I found this photo below, Harrison Trow on the Left and J, Frank Dalton on the right. These two photos were among several photos shown to the little old lady who use to sit on Jesse's lap, among others she picked these two out, she told me the one on the right is him but about 10 years older, and the one on the left is about 10 year younger. 

Still a little more searching and I found this photo of supposedly of Young Harrison Trow on the right, at this point I was convinced of the authenticity of J. Frank Dalton's claim.

Younger Harrison Trow on the right and Jesse on the left

At some time during this spell of searching for Trow Images, one individual told me that they had seen a picture of Harrison Trow AND his wife in a museum in Herford Texas, wow I thought, I knew if I was right, his wife said to be in the picture would no doubt be none other than Myra Bell, could it be? Well I was in for a surprise because there was a whole lot more in that photo which turned out to be two photos at the same event.

Now I do not claim to be an expert on photo comparisons, in fact I don’t know that there is such a thing other than one can compare basic measurements of eyes, chin to nose etc… In fact if anyone does claim to be an expert by site only I’d have to question the claim. I do however “feel” that I have a very good sense of recognition of features based on overall appearance, this doesn’t say much and so let’s just let the reader draw their own conclusions.

There is one individual who is still alive, last I checked, who I interview twice at months apart, the story did not change one iota. A little old lady who as a child when she was visited from time to time by a man whom her father later told her was in fact Jesse. She had some very interesting things she volunteered about him that could only come from someone who had truly seen and knew him. From a group of photos she picked out key photos not only those of J. Frank Dalton taken 10 years after she knew him, but also photos of Harrison Trow taken 20 years prior to her knowing him including the following image.

Captian Harrison Trow 1920

When I recieved the Hereford photos, The first person I looked at was of course Harrison Trow, I personally have no doubt as to who it actually is, but when I saw his wife in the photos I immediately see that it is indeed Myra Bell, but this is my perspective.

The two older age images of Myra Belle Shirley AKA Missouri Ann Trow, are from the Hereford Texas images

did not expect to find other familiar faces but I did, and as I said I could be wrong. This individual in the following clip is according to my belief none other than Jesse’s Mother, but who is this man she is with? 

Molly Dalton in 1920 at the approximate age of 90 in the two right photos

It took me some time to formulate an opinion of the identity of Jesse’s father but once the evidence weighed in favor, I found a few photos and compared and as far as I am concerned, this is Jesse’s biological father.

Captain George S. James, the man who wasn't afraid to fire the first shot and apparently did not die in 1862 as history has said.

Like Father Like Son
It's just my opinion but these boys look an awful lot like their dad...

In the Hereford photo there is also other suspect individuals, but time will only tell, or will it, also suspect in Jesse and Myra's Son, his granddaughter and great grandchildren of which I have yet to validate in any fashion.

At this time, I have also come to the conclusion that the man Brushy Bill Roberts who claimed to be Billy the kid, and whom like J. Frank Dalton tried at nearly the same time, to tell the world he was Billy the kid, is not Billy the kid OR the photo which has gone down in history as Billy the kid, is not Billy the kid, the chin just doesn't match...

If the photo on the left is Billy the Kid, then on the right, Brushy Bill's 
 chin is just too broad and the overall features do not match, my opinion is, one of the two in the above images is an impostor.