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Monday, December 26, 2022

A Little Unknown History of Hereford Texas


Who was Captain Harrison Trow said to have been born in 16 Oct 1843 Allegheny, Blair, Pennsylvania? Who was this wealthy man who strolled into Hereford Texas territory in 1900 as one of its first inhabitants and became a wealthy Rancher land owner? Who was the man who lived north of town on 25th street for 25 years blending in with the history of Hereford?

His parents is said to be Salmon Trow and Laura Jewett and said to have a daughter Ella Lee, yet on his Death certificate filed out by his daughter, it seams she did not know the names of her grand parents and there is no official record of them linking them to Harrison. The records that do exists list all of his so called siblings but his name seems to be missing where in it should be present as he was a child.



According to orthodox history, Harrison Trow was know for two primary things tied to the Civil War prior to coming to Hereford, one in that he is said to have rode with William Clark Quantrill’s Raiders. If you do not know who they were look them up, however be warned, the orthodox history paints a poor inaccurate picture, most of which is twisted or flat out untrue. 

The other thing Harrison was known for, “Captain Harrison Trow,” was he is said to have been commissioned by Governor Thomas Theodore Crittenden of Missouri, to identify the body of Jesse Woodson James on April 3rd 1882. But no one wants to talk about how Harrison was notified by Crittenden and just happened to be in the area where in he arrived on the scene even before the Sheriff and within 45 minutes of the shooting? Trow lived 140 miles away and Governor Crittenden about 90 miles from St. Joseph. 

There is no Birth or Christening record known of Harrison Trow, and no known record of his parents other than unconfirmed entries in the genealogic data bases.

The 1st Record of Harrison Trow is in an 1860 Census report and is listed as living at the George Hudspeth farm working as a farm hand at township Fort Osage Missouri. He is listed as being 19 years old however he was only 16. If in fact he was riding with Quantrill he had every motive to hide his true identity which we will come back to.

According to the family George Hudspeth returning home in his horse and wagon, saw the young Harrison Trow walking down the road, George stopped and asked him if he wanted a ride, in talking with him he asked him if he wanted some work and that he could use a farm hand, apparently Harrison accepted, but for how long I do not know. At this time Harrison already knew William Clark Quantrill of Quantrill’s raiders. Quantrill’s real name was Elbert DeWitt Travis Born 1847 and Died in 1894 contrary to what history says.



The 2nd known record of Harrison Trow is in 1866, with even more reason to hide his identity, presumed to be 22 years of age when he and Missouri Ann were married, by Judge John Shirley Missouri Ann’s Father but she had reason also to hide her identity as well. The following photo has been dubbed as Myra Belle Shirley and Jim Reed, but this marriage was of Harrison Trow and Missouri Ann Jessee, there was no “Jim Reed.”


Harrison Trow and Missouri Ann Jesse


3rd Record of Harrison is in June of 1900 just before leaving El Dorado Springs Missouri, after which there are many records of his existence and it is well know he lived in Herford Texas.


However there are many things the people of Hereford did not and do not know about the pillar of their early beginnings. To start with this wealthy Ranch owner and cattleman was not who he professed to be for the 25 years he lived there and his wife was not who she claimed to be, in addition many of those who gathered at the home of Epinetus Bushrod Black, were not whom many would think either. It is highly suspect that Epinetus B. Black was Harrison’s actual son. 

So who was Captain Harrison Trow Really? 

Before I answer that, let me share a little story told by a man named J. Frank Dalton in about 1948 and published in 1975 of an event that occurred April 3rd 1882. The following narrative is just moments after the supposed shooting of Jesse James, but it wasn’t Jesse who died that day…





From Page 21 of the book

Jesse James was one of his Names


Using photo overlay techniques, below is an overlay progression of ;

First row, Jesse Woodson James (Left) to charcoal drawing of younger Harrison Trow.

Second row Jesse Woodson James to older picture of Harrison Trow.

Third row, Older picture of Harrison Trow to J. Frank Dalton who in 1946 announced to the world that he is the true one and only Jesse Woodson James.


Everyone’s perspective is different, you tell me who Captain Harrison Trow really was. 

In February 24th 1925, Jesse killed off one of his most important alias’s, Captain Harrison Trow, and on March 2nd 1925 just 6 days later, killed off his most important alias and identity Senator William A. Clark the Copper King of Montana, and retiring Carl O’Haver Clark as his double. Carl Died May 31st 1967San Bernardino Ca.

Missouri Ann Jesse was none other than Myra Belle Shirley who IS NOT the same woman as Bell Starr.

In 1920 2 photos were taken at the home of E.B. Black, seemingly a birthday celebration for Chapley Ross Moreman whom I doubt is his real name. In this photo is Jesse Woodson James, his wife Myra Belle Shirley, thought to be four of their children, and Jesse’s parents Mollie Dalton and thought to have been killed in 1862, George Strother James,



More on the Family of Jesse James

Monday, December 19, 2022

The Family of Jesse Woodson James


And Others....

My intent here is not to create confusion, strife or even conversation, the information I am to give in the following is true and correct to the best of my knowledge. I am not beyond error but believe none is present. If you choose to, prove me, or disprove me, my objective is to find truth, if you disagree with any portion please explain and provide what proof you may have. This was created for use of genealogist, historians and researchers with real intent, and pure motive to correct the linage and history of Jesse Woodson James and those touched by his life. 

Finding a title for this article was not easy as most combinations have been used. This project began as a result of being asked to evaluate the contents of the book Jesse James was one of His Names, (The Black Book) The objective was to try to validate the many controversial statements made within, or disprove them, to date, I have not been able to disprove anything in the book although many things remain to be assessed, I have however validated many statements or claims made within. It has gone beyond a project, it has become an obsession, it pulls at me I just have to straighten out the mess created by would be researchers, historians and academics whom it seems never learned how to ask questions but instead they just follow the leader… It is my recommendation that the researcher take the book more serious than has been in the past by researchers and academics. And Incidentally, DNA is not the answer… in fact it has become part of the problem.

The real image of Jesse W James


After 7 years of what I thought would be a simple task, I have come to see first hand and realize just how misinformed or should we just say screwed up the history of the real Jesse James is. I don’t think we can lay all the blame on the many history writers and those who pretend by flexing their egos through such avenues as WIKI who are mostly guilty of nothing more than believing everything they read… one after another regurgitating what can only be classified as pure bullshit based upon many authors of even more bullshit all based on the narrative of those who created again, the bullshit history of the Civil war, pardon the backwoods slang. 

The intent herein is not to hash out the true history of the Civil war which I have already done in a very small way compared to what is still to tell. A majority of the so called researchers of history have succumbed to what can no longer be seen as research but simply filling their heads with regurgitated garbage of those looking to sell books. 

In this article I will not be presenting the many reasons for the conclusions I will make, however I will say that my findings are based upon real research, actually taking the time to piece things together, bits a pieces of evidence gathered in this quest which started with only an objective to prove or disprove the “Black Book.” It has gone far past a project; it has become an obsession due to the frustrations I have suffered and my meticulous nature in finding the plausible truth based on the many types of evidence there is, Physical evidence, Testimonial, Demonstrative, Documentary, photographic and something that seems to be a dying principle, Common sense, and lets not forget coincident of which I do not believe in. Yet as I read what the many book authors, so called scholars, researchers and historians have wrote with no more effort than regurgitation, the more frustrating it becomes. In short, all histories tables are full of vomit. 

My intent in this is to wake the many genealogist to the possible truths shake those historians that have what it takes to waken to the truth of the matter rather than the lazy way of just picking up a book based on other books based on more books based on the bullshit curriculum of the victors in war, designed to keep you ignorant.

A simple example of how easy it is if we just learn a simple principle, ASK! When reading the supposed history, question it, something as simple as pictures could open the eyes if the readers and researchers would just LOOK! 

Here is one of many examples I will insert before I get started… 

Researchers and historians, if you think these two woman are one and the same person, you need your head examined. And yet article after article web page after web page and books, can’t seem to decide which picture to use and often they are used side by side, do they think we are stupid? Doubtful, IT IS their own ignorance that blinds them.


They look nothing alike! Do I need more evidence or is it plain to see? Surprisingly enough, many cannot see the blatant difference. Perhaps the reason for this mix up is that Myra’s Confederate spy name for a time, was Bell Star.


Jesse Woodson James (Kentucky Born)

 Let’s start with Jesse who is the most misunderstood character of the Civil War, but lets start with the right Jesse, there were three… yes three.

(Kentucky Born) Jesse Woodson James, brother to Dr, Sylvester Franklin James (Frank James) and who were the Sons of Mollie Dalton and Captain George Strother James, the very man who fired the first cannon shot in 1861 at Fort Sumter. Jesse was NEVER married to Zerelda Mims. Nephew of Zerelda Cole James and Rev. Robert James. Cousin to Zeralda Mims. Died 1951


Progressive photos of Jesse Woodson James, these photos are among the only real photos of Jesse with the questionable top right photo most used for Jesse.



Missouri Born Jesse Robert (Dingus) James. First Cousin to Jesse Woodson James and Sylvester Franklin James and coconspirator. Son of Zerelda Cole James and Rev. Robert James.  Brother to Missouri Born, Alexander Franklin James, The other “Frank James.” Jesse Robert was also never married to Zerelda Mims. No photos are known at this time.


Sylvester Franklin James (Kentucky Born) BROTHER of Jesse W James and is usually the very “ Frank James.” in about half the stories. Frank is also the Son of Mollie Dalton and Captain George Strother James. Nephew of Zerelda Cole James and Rev. Robert James.


Sylvester Franklin James


Alexander Franklin James (Missouri Born) First Cousin to Jesse Woodson James and Sylvester Franklin James, THIS is the son of Zerelda Cole James and Rev. Robert James, and is usually the very “ Frank James.” in about half the OTHER stories.


Possible Photo of Alexander Franklin James

More Likely a possible Photo of Missouri 
born Alexander Franklin James
NOT to be confused with 
Sylvester Franklin James, brother of Jesse Woodson James


But the Second Photo is just as possible as being Alexander Franklin James and more likely than the previous 

Cousin Jesse Ballard James who was hung by the damned Yankees at Dora Missouri. 1862. No known Photo.


George Strother James (Jesse Woodson and Sylvester Franklin James’s Father) Brother to Rev. Robert James. Uncle to Jesse Robert and Alexander Franklin James. Husband of Mollie Dalton. History is correct in that he was the first to fire a cannon at Fort Sumter kicking off the Civil War, and he did not die in 1862, the center photo below was taken in 1920.


George Strother James

Jesse Woodson’s Father



Mollie Dalton, Georgia Born, (Molly) (Matilda?) (Jesse Woodson and Sylvester Franklin James’s Mother) A real lady by any standard. Sister to James Lewis Dalton who is the father of the Dalton Brothers. Parents possibly Benjamin Dalton and Nancy Rabourn.


Molly Dalton

Jesse Woodson James’s Mother


Myra MayBelle Shirley, Daughter of Judge John Shirley and Elizabeth Hatfield. Jesse Woodson James’s one and only true love, married under the names of Missouri Ann and Harrison Trow (See Photo often attributed to Jim Reed and Mayra Belle) Despite the many encounters Jesse had with other women, Jesse and Myra Belle stayed together until Missouri Ann’s supposed death in 1928. They had at least 4 children together but their real names are unknown. Although it is possible that Myra Belle married Jesse under the alias names of Jim Reed and /or Bruce Younger, she was never married to either, I have seen no record of it.

Myra Belle Shirley




Bell Starr, Murderous woman outlaw, I do not know where she came from, not sure anyone does. This is NOT Myra Belle Shirley.  

Bell Starr



Zerelda Mimms Bigelow, Jesse’s cousin, married to Charlie Bigelow. Charlie is the man who was killed and passed off as Jesse Woodson James. Her mother was Mary Elizabeth James who was the daughter of Rev. John Martin James, the brother of Rev. Robert Salle James, Jesse’s uncle.

Zerelda Mims


Jesse E. James and Mary James Barr (Which is not their real names) Thought to be Jesse W James’s offspring which is not true, they are the children of Zerelda Mims and Charlie Bigelow.

Jesse E. and Mary Susan Bigelow



Zerelda Cole Samuels James; Mother of Jesse Robert (Dingus) James and Alexander Franklin James, Jesse Woodson James Aunt. Sister-in-law to George Strother James who is Jesse Woodson’s Father.


Zerelda Cole James




Rev. Robert Salle James; Father of Jesse Robert (Dingus) James and Alexander Franklin James. Husband to Zerelda Cole James, Brother of George S. James who was Jesse Woodson James Father.


Rev. Robert Salle James




Carl O’Clark

posing as Jesse posing as William A Clark


Jesse had two other wives that is known, Margaret Wabasha and had a son Joe Jesse, also  He married Susan Palmer under the name of William Cole, they had a daughter in which Jesse likely never knew of... His wife and true love Myra Bell Shirly they married under the names of Harrison Trow and Missouri Ann, and he stayed with her until her passing around 1935.


Jesse W. James is 9th direct cousins with my Grandfather Ira Earl Thornton As well as Zerelda Mimms


Jesse’s Family:


Father George Strother James Son of John Stobo James B 1799

Mother Mollie Dalton Likely daughter of Benjamin Dalton


John James

Sylvester Franklin James

Jesse Woodson James

Matilda (Tilly) Jesse’s Twin (Married to James Obedia Howk)  Possibly named after her Mother.

Morgan James Changed his name and owned a ranch in Colorado

Peter James Lived in Colorado (lived and Died under real name)

Levi James owned property in Moab Utah and in Idaho. (lived and Died under real name)

Rebecca James Younger, Married to Cole Younger. Rebecca Raised Jean Hickok in Maryland and who was the daughter of Calamity Jane and supposed Bill Hickok.


Believed to be Jesse and Myra’s Children before moving to Texas in 1900

Picture likely taken about 1880-1890 

Same Kids about 30 years later in 1920 and in Texas


Top Left in 1920 she was going by the name 

Florence Redfield Broadwell,

Top right and right photo, in 1920 she was going by the name of 

Mollie Elizabeth Barnard Webb.

Bottom left he was  going by 

Epinetus Bushrod Black

Bottom Right he was going by the name of 

Rev. Marcus Milton Beavers

Sunday, December 11, 2022

Enormous Cave of the Aztecs Fact or Fiction


First thing first… I wish to thank a few very generous individuals for their donation, things are much lighter on my shoulders as a result… May God bless you and your families…



The following in part has been posted in the past, however many things have come to light I can’t help but share with much more added content… I am told by a friend If all goes well we could have all the equipment we seek such as Lidar, Magnetometer and Thermal imaging all on drones within just a few months…

On with the story


Enormous Cave of the Aztec, Fact or Fiction

Rumors and the writings of those who sell book have conjured stories for treasure books for a long time, one such version of a story which is to follow, seems to have an agenda of convincing the reader of a fallacy story of Moctezuma instructing his people to haul hordes of silver and gold back to their ancient homeland… and it just didn’t happen. However the truth of what happened to me is even more exciting and compelling than the embellishments… Was there a caravan in the time of Moctezuma II which brought hoards of silver and gold back to the home of their ancestors? No... Was there in the time of Moctezuma I in which a great wealth was brought to their ancient homeland intended as a gift to those whom they left behind? Yes. However in all probability it never made it to its intended destination. As it would seem according to the Aztec record many priests were entrusted with the shipment, when they returned with their made up story claiming to have delivered it, 9 of the priests did not return, when Moctezuma asked what happened to them they claimed that the God required their soul in exchange for turning them into animals in order to transport them more quickly to their ancient home. Moctezuma did not question it. What happened to them 9 priest and why wasn’t any of them talking? I think you can figure it out. 

Another incident took place at the time the Spaniards invaded Mexico, when the Aztec saw the Spanish priests burning their history and records of their linage, something that was most important to them, they gathered their remaining records and sent them north to their ancient depositories. There was one other item that may have been returned to their ancient home, it may have occurred in its own separate time, or possibly accompanied the previous mentioned incidents, this item was more important to them than any other substance they had, and is of ancient origin, the War Box, or their God, Huitzilopochitli. What was so important about this God of theirs that four men  with two poles carried it before themselves when ever they went to war and each time found themselves victorious.


The War Box

The following is the actual article about the adventures of Jake Johnsons which was publish in 1903, years before the embellished (Abridged) version written for a treasure magazine was published.


Jake Johnson with a well-earned reputation as an experienced prospector, but not so much of a miner as he preferred to roam the hills rather than work underground, in a way he was a pocket hunter and with his two burros with pick shovel gold pan and a few primitive mining tools a sack of flour and a couple of slabs of side bacon would start for the hills and would be gone for months to return eventually with a buckskin sack well filled with placer gold or with a few fine gold nuggets wherewith to purchase a new grubstake for a new start which generally occurred as soon as he had been on a spree for a few days which left him penniless before he took to the mountains again.

On one of these trips, while in the Grand Canyon of the Colorado, near the Utah-Arizona line, he had the misfortune to fall from a precipitous cliff into a box canyon, which in this region are numerous. The fall resulted in a broken leg, and for a day after the accident he was unable to stir. The next morning, with slow movement and painful exertion, he was able to crawl a hundred yards to the bank of a little stream which wound its way to its confluence with the main river. Here he was able to quench his feverish thirst, but, being without provision of any kind, he was almost on the verge of starvation when he was found by an old Indian, who, with his squaw, was wandering around in this mighty wilderness, subsisting on rabbits and other game, and upon fish from the river. His wickiup was near at hand, and with great difficulty Jake was helped by the Indian to his humble abode. Here he was carefully nursed by the Indian and his squaw, and, within a month was able to hobble around on improvised crutches, and was soon able to resume his prospecting; his burros, in the meanwhile having been found by the kindly Indian and brought, with considerable difficulty, to the little stretch of grass-grown land bordering on the stream, and the sky-towering cliff near which Rabbit Tail, for this was the Indians name, had his temporary lodge.

Rabbit Tail in his younger years

During his convalescence Jake won his way to the heart of Rabbit Tail and his squaw, and many were the weird tales told by the old redman of exciting adventure, of privations endured, of hunts, battles, victories and defeats, and once, when in a more communicative mood, he told of finding nuggets of gold, and hinted of the existence of an old mine, on the dump of which great trees grew, and in the ancient and abandoned workings of which there were still left standing great bodies of ore in which native gold sparkled in the glare of a pitch-pine torch. 

Jake, upon hearing this, was all excitement, and begged the Indian for more information concerning this old treasure vault, but without avail, as the wily savage became as mum as an oyster upon seeing the interest the white man had taken in his narrative.

It happened shortly after this, that Jake was able to rescue Rabbit Tails squaw from the attack of a mountain lion, which so softened the Indian that he told him that if he would meet him at that place within a year that he would show him the old mine, but that he could take no more of the gold than he could carry away with him and that he would be led blindfolded to and from the old bonanza, which, he said, was located in an almost inaccessible spot ,near the brink of a yawning precipice, and above which were towering cliffs which rose perpendicular until their summits were lost in the blue of the sky.

Jake then started on his way to civilization, but, before leaving the canyon, had the good fortune to find a rich placer deposit in one of its tributaries, from which he took about $1500 in the yellow metal. Marking well the spot, he pulled out for Dandy Crossing, and finally reached Marysvale, from which point, after putting his burros into pasture, he came to Salt Lake City on the train. Soon after he left for his old Missouri home, where he soon had his cousin, Mike Smith, in a fever heat over his placer find and the story told by the Indian of the existence of the old gold mine. After a week or so of rest, Jake could stand the monotony of civilization no longer, and started for the west again, but not before he had drawn a crude map of the Grand Canyon of the Colorado, and indicated the spot where Mike was to meet him within the next six months, when they would both work the placer, and meet with the old Indian, provided the redskin was true to his Word. 

This was what brought Mike Smith to Salt Lake City within the next three months, and this was why he informed all who questioned him that he was a prospector. Having been enjoined to silence and secrecy by Johnson, he avoided all intercourse, as much as possible, with everyone, and one day, with a modest outfit, he left for Marysvale, where he purchased two burros and started on his lonely and solitary trip for the Colorado River. It was then that his real troubles began. Unacquainted with the ways west and totally without experience, he was often without water, and many times he lost his way. At last, however, ragged and worn, haggard and thin, he reached the Colorado, and after many days, reached the little camp prepared by Johnson, where he was heartily welcomed by this grim old prospector, who enjoyed life in the wilds, alone with nature, more than he did in the busy haunts of men. 

For the first few days after the arrival of Mike, the two worked the placer, and with most satisfactory results. In the evenings, before rolling up in their blankets for the night, they would smoke their pipes and wonder if Rabbit Tail would keep his tryst and show them the gold-laden caverns which had evidently been discovered and worked soon after the subjugation of the Montezumas. While thus engaged, one evening, the Indian stood before them, coming as silently as the rising of the morning sun. He was welcomed, but was surprised that Johnson had brought a companion with him, and seemed disinclined to fulfill his engagements. After much discussion, however, and taking a liking to Mike, he expressed his willingness to make him one of the party, and warned the two white-men to be ready to start at early dawn. 

Almost before it was light enough to see their way, the three were up and afoot. The way was difficult. Sometimes thick brush hindered their progress. Occasionally a blank wall confronted them, and it was necessary to climb upon each other’s shoulders to overcome these obstacles; and creeping, climbing, clinging, to roots and bushes growing in the crevices of the rocks, they at last reached a point where they were blindfolded by the Indian. From here they traveled in single file, clinging to a rope held by their guide. For an hour or more they followed, skinning their shins against rocks and boulders, and sometimes falling to their knees because of inequalities in the ground. After what seemed an age, and when tired and exhausted almost beyond belief, the bandages were removed and they stood in almost midnight darkness. At a word from Rabbit Tail a light was struck and a torch lighted. Upon looking around, the two prospectors and fortune-seekers found that they were in an enormous cavern, the sides of which gave no trace of mineral. At their feet, however, were masses of rock, which, upon examination, were found to be rich in native gold, but their source was not apparent. Elated, and yet disappointed, Mike and Jake turned to the Indian, who motioned them to a small drift in the cavern that they had not noticed before.

Following the redskin, they got down on their hands and knees and crawled for a hundred feet or more through a small passage, coming at last to a narrow shelf of shale which bordered a chasm about five feet in width. This must have been very deep, for when rocks were dropped down it the sound coming from the bottom seemed but an echo. The Indian lightly leaped the gulf and Mike and Jake followed, but not without apprehension, and found themselves, breathing hard and trembling, on the other side, with but a narrow shelf for a foothold. Almost creeping along a torturous path, hardly able to keep their balance at times, they at length arrived at the entrance to a wide passage, which seemed to cut the chasm at almost right angles. Penetrating this for several yards and then climbing up an incline upraise for twenty or thirty feet, they were ushered into a great chamber. The sight that met their gaze in this chamber rendered the two prospectors speechless. Under the glare of the torches bottom, sides and top were resplendent with bright, glittering gold. 


In front was a great body of honey-combed quartz, in which were nuggets of the pure metal as large as walnuts. These were bound to the quartz by wire gold. The roof of the stope presented a perfect fretwork of wire and native gold, which seemed to be woven into festoons. On the sides the gold occurred in hard, white quartz such as beautiful jewelry is made from. On the floor great chunks of the gold-bearing ore were laying around and, among them were to be seen mining tools of ancient make, while, in one corner, could dimly be discerned the skeleton of a man, evidently that of a white miner. 

Recovering from their astonishment, Smith and Johnson fell into each other’s arms, but the Indian stood silent and stolid. A few minutes later he said, Come, we go out. Then it was that the white men came to their senses. They plead with Rabbit Tail for an hour, for half an hour in which to explore, to investigate this place of more than Monte Cristo wealth. But Rabbit Tail was obdurate and would not yield, and obeying his commands, they filled their pockets with the biggest nuggets, the finest specimens of wire gold, and the richest pieces of gold-filled quartz that they could find. Retracing their steps, but with greater difficulty than when they entered the treasure vault of the ancients, for they were heavily loaded with gold, they at last reached the cavern where their eyes had first been uncovered. Here the bandages were replaced by the Indian, and, led by him as before, they set out on their journey to their camp, which they reached just as the sun was setting in the west. 

Tired and worn, they devoured the food that had been left from their morning repast, and were soon in deep slumber. It was long after daylight before they awoke, and when their eyes were fairly opened they discovered that during the night their Indian friend had left as quietly and as suddenly as he had arrived. For two or three days Jake and Mike rested, gloating over their store of gold. Then they spent several days in an effort to rediscover the wonderful mine. Time after time they climbed to the spot where Rabbit Tail had put on the blindfolds, but from there on all was a blank, and no trace was left of their previous passage. At last they left for Utah’s metropolis, packing their gold on their burros. Arriving at Salt Lake, they sold their wealth of gold, and for several days the papers were full of accounts of the small lot of fabulously rich rock that had been put through the sampling works, but no one ever found from whence it came, although Smith and Johnson were shadowed day and night until they left for their Missouri home. 

Ever since then, year after year, two prospectors, with four burros, have been seen haunting the beautiful yet desolate regions of the Grand Canyon. Smith comes to the city once in a while, and to all inquiries he says, I am only a prospector. And yet he does not know the difference between lime and quartzite, slate and shale, nor is he posted on country rock; but, if he would tell the truth, he does know something about honey-combed and white quartz. Best of all, down on Shell Creek, in old Missouri, he has one of the finest arms in Caldwell County, which he purchased with a portion of the wealth gained by him in the old mine in the Grand Canyon of the Colorado which was found and lost under the guidance of Rabbit Tail the redskin.

(The Salt Lake Mining Review in 1903)


There is an abridged version on the internet but would be better described as the “Embellished Version” or exaggerated, it also has an inserted paragraph designed to sell stories… 

According to Indian tradition, an expedition of well-organized and warlike men had come from the south escorting a long line of slaves, dragging boxlike containers shrouded by skins. The party went directly to the Grand Canyon and descended down from the south rim. The treasure was placed in a cavern that evidently had been chosen earlier. The slaves were killed on the spot, while half of the men remained as a guard and the others returned to the south. It was probably planned by the Aztecs that they would recover the cargo once the Spaniards had been driven into the sea, however, months and years went by without word for the garrison at the cavern. Eventually, they intermarried with the local Paiutes and told them tales about a great Indian empire in the south with their emperor, who would return in the future with an army to bring prosperity to the Paiute tribe. Until then, the treasure must be guarded from discovery by anyone. It was a responsibility that meant annihilation for the Paiutes should they permit the hidden cache to be stolen.

To Date, I have not been able to verify the validity of the above paragraph added to the treasure book tales, it is likely an embellishment to attract sales. The following description is included in the embellished version as well.

The glare from the four torches suddenly magnified several times the magnitude of golden idols, shields, and other objects reflecting the light in the eerie flickering flashes. Neither of the men had time to inspect the cave at length, as the Paiutes continually urged them to take what they could carry and retrace their steps to the surface. It was clear that they were at the base of the Grand Canyon, since an opening could be seen in the distance that led onto a sand beach. However, the men were never sure whether they had come down through the cave from the rim of the canyon or whether they had been led at some point along the sheer walls when they had entered the cave. 

The part about an opening could be seen in the distance that led onto a sand beach was no doubt added to tie the story to the embellish James White story. The original publication of the James White story, made no mention of a cave with untold riches. Do your research people, it isn’t worth it chasing after fallacy. 

However… the following story which has never been published but in which I have written about in parts from time to time… has been verified in many ways and will be given again in a small part, but I assure you it is original information as received and experienced several years ago. 

The original document and story came from a Mexican man by the name of Reuben Morales who came from a small town on the inland side of the Gulf of California. It is believed he may still be alive and living in Texas and I am still trying to locate him however it is like trying to find a John Smith in the whole of America

Sometime in the 1970’s if I recall, Reuben came north in search of his ancestors mine, cave and cache with the document and verbal information handed down to him from his presumed possible grandfather Jose Pedro Salazar. Sylvetre Prado who was the author of the hand written document and which is the topic here in, may also be an ancestor to Rueben. It is believed Prado’s initials have been found in the suspect area.


It is believed that Jose Pedro Salazar was occupying the area in question in the early 1800’s to mid 1800’s, he was according to the document  “an Indian” and it is believed he catered to the Spanish while they mined in the area or he spied upon them when they were there. Reuben spent near 10 years searching for his ancestor’s cache. 

Not many years ago we had an encounter with one of the earliest original well-known name land owner in the area, and after he decided we were not worthy of being shot we talked for some time and the situation became friendly, we asked him how his family came by the property, and he told us that when they first entered the land (around 1850’s) with intent to homestead they encountered an old Mexican Indian who was the owner or possessor of the land, we can only surmise this was by a Spanish land grant, or that by right of being there for so long he simply considered it as his territory. He told us that they became friends and eventually he carved out a substantial piece of land and gave it to them. Was this Perdo Salazar? 

After Reuben had exhausted his efforts to find what his ancestor left behind, he contacted a known treasure hunter in the area and asked if he could help him, upon an agreement he shared a copy of the document and showed him a map and shared the verbal information needed to find the right location. This treasure hunter eventually in years to come became a friend of mine, and after sitting in his files for quite a number of years and having only made a few trips in an effort to find any evidence of truth, he decided to pass the information to me. At the time I was spending a lot of time in the general area documenting what I now call, the Aztec Navigation Glyphs, which by the way, have nothing to do with finding water as supposed by others.


One of near 200 known glyphs

You can read more about these at Aztec Navigation Glyphs


The document was in pretty bad shape when it was copied but the writing was discernable but very difficult to read due to its condition and old Spanish words not common today, great effort was taken to first transcribe the document of which I owe a great deal to my friend Adam, after which much effort was put into getting a correct translation which can be very difficult due to the old Spanish and there is still a few words we just cannot make out, someone experienced in not only Spanish but old Spanish may be about to recognize the words


A small piece of the old cloth document


The following is some of the excerpts of the more interesting things found within the document and will clearly show why I have spent near 18 years working on this project. Our first trip down to the area resulted in discovery of several things mentioned in the document and today, we feel we have found the location of the Indian Salazar’s cave, or mine, the entrance of which has been filled, yet the slide rock from it abounds in ½ inch chisel marks. 

….Enter said (Salazar’s smaller) cave and on the east side (floor) in the lower part of  which is two large flat stones marked (with a 1 and 2) and below them you will find some oak planks cultivated to the rafter with pins of the same wood and some cowhides.  These pieces are covering a chest which stores a large quantity of pieces of bars of silver.  Further to the bottom is a cross with wide edges.  Under it is the cover of the same material that contains gold & silver and a small black ebony box.

The one who finds said small box will be happy, because inside of it, are the directions/map to the treasures of the Indian Pedro Jose Salvador who for a long time was the owner of these mountains.

These papers are written in a language that I do not recognize.  They are written with mules blood.  Whomever it is that comes to have this cloth in his hands will come to find out that if he breaks said box that it contains jewels of gold and silver and paper made from a berry tree where it is explained where the place is found where the great treasure of said tribe exists an enormous cave that holds the highest amounts ever known to man…


Another piece of the old cloth document


The previous is directly from the source. I have been involved in this project has gone on for near 18 years. It would appear that Salazar and possibly Prado, knew the location of the enormous cave that the old Piute Indian, Rabbit Tale, the Redskin knew of. 


Many years ago, I and my wife took a trip to Southern Utah and Arizona with our friends Bonnie and Steve. I recall Steve telling me as we drove between Kanab and Fredonia, We had been talking about the map rock that was found by Jacob Hamblin in 1852, Steve pointed at one of the hills off the side of the road and said, a Navajo told me that on top of one of these hills is a flat stone and when you turn it over it has a map carved on it. This is very near where Jacob Hamblin in 1852 found a black slate stone with a map carved on it.


Sketch of the Jacob Hamblin Black Slate Map


But what does this have to do with the story at hand? I suspect the same Navajo which Steve had talked to was the same in which I met just a few years later and he told me that there was a map with many petroglyphs not far from Kanab, he told me he would take me there.  I doubt this map has anything to do with the Salazar document but maybe it hold clues, My friends Glen and JoDee spent about 4 hours with me documenting the site meticulously, the objective was to recreate the image in black and white. 11 years later I finally finished the project, some of you may see implications.



The area of the subject of this article is in the lower left of the largest rock, if you see it you will also see the 3 lakes site north of Kanab and even Johnson’s canyon not the mention the location of the famed underground BUDDHIST/HINDU city of the Grand Canyon [NOT EGYPTIAN] Why does this matter? 

Now for the shocker…. A friend of mine called me one day to get instruction on how to find a certain petroglyph panel, having given him instruction and sending him on his way, I went about my day… later he called me and was pretty excited and said you are not going to believe what I just found… well he sent me a picture of which first glance nearly removed me from my sitting position to the floor. He said while hiking the pertinent location, he noticed a large flat rock very much out of place, because it was not native to any rock formations in the area…

With permission to share the photo this is what he had found face down in sand and gravel.


Confused and excited at the same time, I thought, “What the hell? This is the same map as was found on the Jacob Hamblin slate stone found 170 years prior and in the same general area. My friend was in doubt because of the condition of the writing, I reminded him that it has been face down in sand and gravel for near 220 years, I had no problem with its condition. I do wish however we could find the corner piece broken off.

Reading the text provided another near encounter with the floor… Although I have not had it translated by someone other than me, not only does it provide us a clue in the subject story as to what it is and why it exists, It was written by Antonio Raul PRADO! And it is concerning Pedro Jose Salzar! How could this be I thought? The date on the stone is from 1804, 96 years prior to the cloth document and it was found about 50 miles away from the subject site! Why was it here? 

The stone map reads loosely as :

(His) Majesty Carlos Antonio Diego this ____missing____ Order Filming (?) Pedro Jose Salzar Guadalupe (of the) Zuni by the even leaders of the Yubicaris (tribe) hidden ___missing___ -llados (decreed?) by the king under death penalty November 14, 1804 sealed this day by Antonio Raul Prado


The original text on the stone map…. 

Majestad Carlos Antonio Diego este  <missing word[s]>  diezmo ordenido filmente llevado pedro jose Salazar Gudalupe de zuni por la hasta lidedas de las Yubicaris escondidos   <missing word[s]>    [dego?]-llados por el rey bajo pena de muerte 14 Noviembre 1804 este dia selado Antonio Raul Prado


I would really like someone who is very good with Spanish to look at the original text… perhaps through common sense and reasoning we can discover the words missing from the stone…

Perhaps a little bit of light was shed in doing a bit a research on Carlos Antonio Diego or better known as King Charles IV. 

It would seem not only was King Charles trying to undermine the power of the Church and the aristocracy, he was attempting to steal the land away from all the nobles who invested in the new world. 

From WIKI the Great

“As the situation with immediate revenue became more fraught, the crown in 1804 imposed measures in its overseas empire forcing the church to call in immediately the mortgages it had extended on a long-term by the Catholic Church. Although aimed at undermining the wealth and power of the church, for the wealthy landowning elites, they were faced with financial ruin, since they had no way to make full payment on their mortgaged properties. This ill-considered royal decree has been seen as a major factor in the independence movement in New Spain (Mexico). The decree was in abeyance once Charles and Ferdinand abdicated, but it undermined elite support while in force.”


This map rock was found along the old trail heading for the crossing of the Fathers. I wonder if Pedro Jose Salazar was able to make his payment?

I want so much to bring the many untold histories to public awareness but until we have subdued the foreign enemy who has come upon this land and currently makes the rules… my memory is fading… ;-)


It is a balmy 27 degrees today, but there is peace and serenity around the fire, I wish I had a friend or two here today to enjoy it with… Making the best of the situation… Merry Christmas to all.