The
following is borrowed from the Black book and rather than tell you the story, I
am going to include the entire article so that you have a clear picture of a
seemingly unrelated story that follows so that you can make the clear
connection, partly because I could not relay the story as good as the author
has written it… but mostly because it is just plain interesting. It's long but well worth it.
Historians
like to wrap up their efforts into neat little packages, expecting their
product to last until the end of time. For instance, history books report the
Civil War or War Between the States began with the bombardment of Fort Sumter, S.C.,
Friday, April 12, 1861, and concluded with Confederate Gen. Robert E. Lee's
surrender to Union Gen. U.S.
Grant at Appomattox Court
House, Virginia,
on Sunday, April 9, 1865.
Quoting statistics, the history books report the Civil War cost the Confederate
States of America
$2 billion and the Union $3.5 billion, but with "soldier pensions and other
considerations" the total cost of the Civil War approached $10 billion. Washington is still
paying pensions to dependents, although the last Confederate veteran died in
1959.
The statisticians were busy when it came to casualty figures. The Union forces
had 2,666,999 men under arms and lost 359,258 in killed and wounded. Meanwhile,
the Confederates had only 500,000 men under arms during the fouryear
"official war" and 95,000 were killed and wounded, but "fatal
diseases and accidents" put the Rebel casualty figures closer to 200,000.
Col. Jesse W. James, who lived a long time - from April 17, 1844, to August 15,
1951- knew the Civil War "inside and out." He told his grandchildren,
"Historical dates and statistics don't always tell the true story - far
from it.
"The war
actually began in border areas like Missouri
and Kansas long before Fort Sumter.
When did it end? Well, I think it ended about in 1916 when we began disbanding
The Knights of the Golden Circle,
the top Confederate underground organization. And don't forget that Nashville, Tenn., was the
Confederate underground capital for 19 years after General Lee surrendered at Appomattox.
"And how can historians get on an adding machine and total up the real
cost of the Civil War? Why, the economy of the South was completely shattered
by 1865 and the thieving Carpetbaggers were still to come! What about the gold
and silver which was hijacked from the Union
by Confederate guerrillas? What about the destruction of commerce and industry
and normal losses of business in both the North and the South? The cost figure
of $10 billion is only somebody's wild guess - the real economic losses ran
into the hundreds of billions!"
History gives a few lines or none at all to the Battle
of Anahuac which occurred almost two years after Appomattox
in the upper reaches of Galveston Bay,
Texas. Colonel James was in this
battle in which vastly outnumbered Confederate army and naval forces badly
mauled their Union counterparts. There were other widely scattered and unnamed
skirmishes and the bitter Union and
Confederate rivalry shifted to the vast West. How many gunfights were the
direct result of Civil War sympathies? How much gold and silver was stolen from
the Union and buried in Confederate
depositories?
While busy with the Civil War, President Abraham Lincoln was worried about the
presence of Napoleon III's French troops in Mexico under Emperor Maximilian.
And he had a right to be. Confederate agents had gotten Maximilian's ear with
the plea, "We need each other - you help us and we'll help you!"
To set the stage for the recovery of Emperor Maximilian's treasure, one must peek behind the scenes into a labyrinth of
Confederate secrets, including a look at Col. Elbert DeWitt Travis. Col. Elbert
DeWitt Travis was better known and feared as William Clarke Quantrill, a roving
Confederate colonel of the Missouri
Confederate Irregulars under General Marmaduke or Gen. J. O. Shelby. In 1865
the Confederates had spread rumors bound to reach Yankee ears that Quantrill
was dying in a Union prison hospital in Kentucky.
When the man died, the Union and historians
wrote finis to the bloody guerrilla leader. Another successful hoax for the
Rebels.
But, as we shall see, the wily old fighter was not dead. Old Jesse not many
years before he died said, "It is unbelievable the number of Confederate
lies the Yankees believed. The most dangerous, hard-hitting plans we concocted
were done in utter secrecy. Secrecy is the most effective weapon you can use if you can just learn to keep your damn big
mouth shut!"
As the "official" Civil War drew to a close, Gen. J. 0. Shelby and
2,000 Missouri cavalrymen, plus a full regiment of Confederate-led Red Bone
Indians from East Texas, had slipped below the Rio Grande River
to prop up Emperor Maximilian's tottering Mexican regime. President Lincoln was
dead, but Washington was bringing pressure to
get the French soldiers and Emperor Maximilian out of Mexico, considering their presence a serious
violation of the Monroe
Doctrine. General Shelby's men in Mexico
were spread out from Vera Cruz on the Gulf of Mexico almost 300 miles straight
west to Mexico City.
The Red Bone Indian regiment enjoyed good health, but Shelby's troopers were riddled with smallpox,
dysentery and malnutrition, to say nothing of homesickness. The Missourians
were being sniped at by Benito Juarez' Mexican patriots who were seeking to
overthrow
Emperor Maximilian. In addition, Maximilian's French troops took occasional
potshots at the American invaders.
By 1867 the 35-year-old Mexican Emperor's position had deteriorated and
Napoleon III began withdrawing French troops. Empress Charlotta had gone to France and then to Rome to plead her husband's case in July,
1866.
Word reached Colonels Quantrill and Jesse James that the Missourians and Red
Bone Indians must be rescued or face sure death. The Knights of the Golden Circle held
an emergency secret meeting in Oak
Grove, Louisiana, to
design a rescue.
Colonel Quantrill gave quite a speech. "I first want men who do not fear
death. Second, I want men who have skills to bring out Shelby's troops. I want seasoned rear-guard
fighters who will turn the rivers of Mexico into blood if need be. There
is no assurance any of us will ever get back across the Rio Grande alive. Some of you may be tortured
by Benito Juarez' fanatics. All of us may and probably will suffer the tortures
of the damned. I want the best one hundred men the South can muster for this
mission."
Jesse, who
had made one raid with Quantrill - the one on Lawrence, Kansas - as a young
lad, was chosen as joint commander with the guerrilla chief by The Knights of
the Golden Circle.
Jesse could speak Spanish, French and German:" and his four years fighting
the Civil War had been marked by daring and bravery. He helped Quantrill handpick
the volunteers. Four doctors who could shoot and were in top physical condition
were chosen and 88 of what Quantrill called "the bravest men ever
assembled" were selected.
The secret
meeting broke up, but James and Quantrill spent a few days briefing their 92
charges along a secret bayou. Southern gunsmiths delivered a thousand Colt,
Remington and Smith & Wesson cap-and-ball pistols which had been converted
into cartridge-type .45s and .44s. Each man would carry two Henry rifles.
Colonel James brought in leather makers to devise harnesses so that each member
of the rescue team could carry ten pistols in the U-shaped harness which hung
down from neck and shoulders. The best available maps were checked and a route
was laid out. Bolstered by Golden
Circle money, the best horses and pack animals in
that part of the South were obtained. Loaded down with guns and ammunition,
Quantrill contemplated living off the land south of the border.
To avoid
attracting Yankee attention, the soldiers traveled in smaller groups through Texas and at night
sometimes to avoid Union patrols or garrisons. The route took them through
Nacogdoches, Crockett, Fort Austonio, Guy's Store, right down El Camino Real to
San Antonio, past the Alamo into Mexico at Laredo.
Once on Mexican
soil the men formed two parties of 46 each with Quantrill and James as
commanders. The two parties of experienced guerrillas kept in sight of each
other, and tried and tested Confederate signs, passwords, and contact
techniques were employed. Although terrorists were busy raiding villages and
shooting up the countryside, they were no match for the American guerrillas,
who easily avoided contact with them. They made amazingly fast time.
In a small
village about half way between Mexico
City and Vera Cruz, James, Quantrill and Shelby got
together for a strategy meeting. Jesse was to meet with the Emperor. When the
two did meet, Maximilian and the 23year-old James became immediate friends, and
Jesse was given a full colonel's commission in the European's army. From the
start, it was apparent to the Kentuckian that the Emperor's position was
untenable. "Abdicate before you're shot, Your Highness, and we'll take you
back to Texas
with General Shelby's forces," he urged.
Although he'd
been in Mexico
but four years, Maximilian had acquired a small but loyal following. If he
left, he argued, members of his court would be butchered by Benito Juarez'
patriots .
"And then there's the matter of treasure,
Herr James," he said.
Colonel James
perked up his ears. Treasure? He was
convinced that the Second Civil War was certain and the South would need money
to finance it.
The Emperor
elaborated. He was entrusted with valuable
House of Hapsburg jewels and heirlooms, there was his own great wealth, but
more important, Aztec Indians knew where
a large Aztec treasure cache was located.
Some of the
gold and jewels had been hidden by Montezuma's loyal servants to keep it out of
the greedy Conquistador’s hands, while the rest of it had been stolen by Aztec porters lugging it from Mexico
City to Vera Cruz where it would be put on ships bound for Spain. Maximilian
could not estimate its value because he had never seen it, but he said, "It is vast, Herr James."
"The treasure, Your Highness, must not be
allowed to fall into the hands of Juarez'
bloody peons," Jesse said.
"In
three or four years, Herr James, I have not been able to help your Confederate
cause too much. Your war was almost decided when I was placed on the throne of Mexico. I was
able to give some funds to your cause and also sanctuary in some cases. But I'd much rather you Confederates had
all the treasure than to have Benito Juarez seize it," Maximilian replied.
While the
Southern doctors treated General Shelby's sick troopers and Quantrill was
stalling for time so the soldiers could recover their strength for the long
trek back to Texas, Jesse took fifty emaciated
Missouri
cavalrymen to Vera Cruz and managed to retrieve the treasure. Then he returned to the village where Jesse talked one
last time with Emperor Maximilian. "We have dug up the Montezuma treasure and Quantrill is buying
Mexican mules, not nearly as big or sturdy as those back in Missouri. I'm happy Her Royal Highness took
her own jewels with her back to Europe - they'd be only more tote to Texas. We have moved the
last of your personal treasure into
our mountain hideout. All is in readiness for our departure. I beg of you,
Maximilian, put your pride aside and flee with us."
The Emperor
sadly shook his head. "I know the situation is hopeless, but I must stay
with my court and faithful Indian servants." After a quick handshake,
Colonel James put on his sombrero and serape, climbed on his horse, whistled
for John Trammell, who appeared from behind a tree, and the pair rode off from Queretaro. The date was
June 19, 1867.
A half day's
ride from where Jesse bade goodbye to Maximilian the news caught up with him.
Benito Juarez' patriots had used a ruse to capture the Emperor, and he and his
entire staff were stood up against a wall and shot by patriots using old
muzzle-loading rifles. One of the first to fall was Emperor Maximilian.
With the
Emperor dead, Jesse and Trammell avoided towns where demoralized French
garrisons were being slaughtered. The Americans spurred their horses and
"rode hell for leather" to the hideout. Quantrill had already heard
the news of Maximilian's death.
"We got
to get out of this ungodly place in a hurry!" he told the joint commander.
"I suggest we break camp at once and head north."
With the
addition of General Shelby's troops, Quantrill and James now had to worry about
3,000 men. In addition, the party had appropriated several dozen wagons to
accommodate sick troopers too weak to walk or ride horses. And, of course,
there was the vast quantity of treasure.
Many of General Shelby's troopers had regained their strength, which was
fortunate because they needed every gun that could be mustered.
For his
rear-guard, Jesse chose only 14 men, each armed with a harness containing 10
pistols and carrying two rifles. An hour before the quick tropical twilight the
colonel had a chance to test its effectiveness. A French captain and six
cavalrymen were observed hot in pursuit of the procession. "Listen
carefully," Jesse commanded. "We'll set an ambush. You men kill the
cavalrymen, but the captain belongs to me."
When the
Frenchmen reached the ambush, Confederate pistols barked and six riders tumbled
lifeless from their mounts. The French captain, armed only with a pistol and
sword, drew his blade and bravely charged Jesse who had stepped from the
shadows. One bullet at such short distance killed the captain's horse and the
officer tumbled into the dusty road. As he got up, Jesse shot him in both arms.
Then he walked warily up to the Frenchman.
He asked in
French, "Why do you attack us, Mon Capitaine? We are friends of your
Emperor Maximilian."
"You are
thieves and brigands. Maximilian is dead and you are stealing the Hapsburg
jewels!"
"Mon
Capitaine, you die a liar!" Quickly, the young colonel raised his pistol
and fired, hitting the officer above the right eye.
That night
around a campfire, Jesse discussed the French attack with his two first
cousins, Alexander Franklin James and his kid brother, Jesse R. (Dingus) James,
and Quantrill.
The guerrilla
chief said gruffly, "We'll have enough trouble with the Mexicans - I
didn't anticipate trouble from the French, too."
Jesse lit a
cigar. "That's why I shot him, Quantrill, I didn't want him carrying
tales."
The third day
of their journey 10 Frenchmen led by a fuzzy-cheeked lieutenant tried a rear
assault. "Kill every one of the bastards!" Jesse shouted, and his
order was carried out. The horses were uninjured and the rearguard men chose
fresh mounts.
The party
encountered no more Frenchmen but Mexican harassment increased. Although they
occasionally attacked the head of the column where Quantrill rode or at the
sides, generally the enemy chose to sneak up on the supposedly unguarded rear.
Always Jesse and his men, now reduced from 14 to 11, set an ambush. Once they successfully
fought off a band of about 200 marauders, leaving the road littered with broken
bodies.
Near Monterey, after a
conference with Quantrill, Jesse buried two wagonloads of loot, vowing they'd
come back to retrieve it later. The two wagons were broken down and would take
too long to repair or replace.
At Monterey, Jesse ordered his Missouri
cousins, Jesse and Alexander, to pick a detail and herd two wagon loads of
Hapsburg jewels northwest toward the Texas Big Bend Country. Then they would head north to where
Crane, Texas, now stands, spreading rumors that they had to bury Maximilian's treasure near Horsehead or Bullhead
Crossing and other places. The two Missouri
Jameses, Alexander and Jesse R., never stopped until they buried the Hapsburg
jewels near Three Rivers in Live Oak
County, Texas.
Meanwhile,
Colonels James and Quantrill split the remaining party into two sections. All
crossed the Rio Grande
on horses, carts or wagons and headed north. One segment of the treasure was buried in the Free State of Van Zandt, east of where Dallas
now stands, and another portion was placed in the ground along the Nueces River
below the town of Victoria.
After resting for a few days, Gen. J. 0. Shelby
resumed command of his rescued cavalrymen and they straggled safely back to Missouri.
Jesse James
and John Trammell set forth for a visit to Nashville, the Confederate
underground capital. When the men arrived there after a leisurely journey,
Quantrill had sent a coded message which was waiting for Jesse. When decoded it
read, "Urgent. Bring doctor and come at once to Livingston, Texas.
You will be expected. Repeat. Urgent. Come at once." Jesse looked up his
older brother, Dr. Frank James, the Confederate surgeon, and pressed him into
service. The two brothers added John Trammell and two other faithful Negro
servants, Bill Garrett and Big Charley to the party. Two Indian friends from
the Sioux tribe, Chief Hollow Tree and Big Rock, also joined.
Jesse, who
had ridden once with Quantrill in the Missouri- Kansas feud, wondered if
Quantrill himself was sick. Because of the urgency of the message, they used
the Hoot Owl Trails System, part of the Confederate underground system which
provided fresh horses every 30 or 40 miles and food and shelter when needed.
When they arrived in Livingston, the Jameses
were met by an old Indian friend, who uttered one word, "Come!" They
were guided into the Big Thicket Country of East Texas,
the domain of the Alabama-Cushattatta Indians. There, amazingly, they met
Emperor Maximilian, emaciated and so crippled he had to walk sidewise - but
alive! Tomorrow, Dr. Frank would check over His Highness, but this night they
would talk.
Over dinner
Maximilian told the story of his miraculous escape from death at the hands of
the Mexican patriots' firing squad and his equally fantastic escape from the
chaotic nation south of the border. The Emperor had heard the crack of the
muzzle-loading rifle and then everything went black. Carts were standing by to
haul the bodies to a hastily-dug mass grave. At graveside, a priest stood by to
give the last rites. At this moment a small party of Red Bone Indians slipped
up to the yawning grave, all eyes on their dead Emperor.
As the
Mexicans were about to toss His Highness into the grave, one of the Red Bones
spotted a movement of Maximilian's right arm...then he started to gasp for
breath. Quickly, the Indians talked the Mexicans into allowing them to bury the
Emperor in his own grave. The Mexicans shrugged. A dead man was a dead man. Y
por que no?
Now the Red
Bone Indians had their Emperor, but what would they do with him? The kindly
priest pointed to a blanket and His Highness was wrapped up in it and spirited
away. Other Red Bone Indians arrived on the scene, safe from the suspicious
Mexicans. A captain considered sending word to the two colonels James and
Quantrill, but thought better of it. The Red Bones would take the barely living
European to East Texas, a remote section where
he could recuperate and be safe. Nobody would come looking for a fallen emperor
in such a wild place.
Most of the
Red Bone regiment had already headed back to Texas, but a couple of dozen of
them, two Negroes and a dozen peons riding burros, put Maximilian in a cart and
headed north for the Rio Grande.
The Catholic
priest who had been at Maximilian's graveside, dressed him in priestly old
robes and a hood which hid his face. For several days Maximilian was more dead
than alive, but a Red Bone medicineman and the priest nursed him through the
crisis as he was jostled through Mexico toward safety. The cart was
drawn by a pair of scrawny Mexican mules and travel was slow and painful --
every rock and every jolt was sheer agony for Maximilian.
The memory
brought tears to the Emperor's eyes as he continued, "I know now how badly
Jesus must have suffered. The terrible road, I was scorned, sneered at, dying
over and over with every breath I took. I worried about my dear wife, the
Empress, wondering what our enemies in Europe
might be doing to her.
"And
you, dear Jesse, I worried about you and your brave men. Every night we slept
in a Catholic Church and the priest would tell us that the Rothschilds had put
a price of $50,000 on your head and a price of $25,000 on the heads of the men
with you who ambushed and slew perhaps a thousand men as you fought your way
north toward Texas.
The Mexicans are already calling your trail 'The Road of Death.' "
Maximilian,
overcome by emotion, broke into long sobs. Dr. Frank clapped him on the
shoulder and said in German, "Regen sie sich nicht suf, Mein Herr,
beruhigen sie sich." (Calm down, don't get upset, settle down.)
Dr. Frank
reached into his satchel, brought forth a bottle of brandy, and poured
Maximilian two fingers in a glass. After he drank it, Maximilian resumed
talking.
"In the
past year I have been a harsh man. I have wielded stern penalties against those
who disobeyed my orders. I ordered men shot for desertion, when as a matter of
human milk, they wanted only to take a day off to see their mother, or sister
or children. Never again will I ever order a man beaten, chastised, hung or
shot for any infringement of military or civil laws. I owe my new salvation to
this tremendous lesson which God brought about. But, if I can only in some
miraculous manner learn of the fate of Charlotta and my loved ones."
Dr. Frank
James again mentioned the examination he would perform tomorrow and what he
hoped to do. But Maximilian changed the subject.
"I want
to send a letter to my dear Empress and if necessary give myself up to the
enemy so that she can live in safety here in Texas." Now it was Jesse's turn to
talk. "Your Highness, the first thing you have to do is to get an American
name. From now on, you'll be known as John Maxi. This talk of giving yourself
up is just crazy talk, John Maxi. You're legally dead and you're going to stay
that way! We'll get your Charlotta back for you. We'll also get your gold dug
up and moved here where it'll be safe. In fact, tomorrow while Dr. Frank
decides whether or not to operate, I'm going to get together work parties.
There'll be John Trammell, Bill Garrett, Big Charley, my two Sioux friends and
about 20 of your loyal Red Bones."
Dr. James the
next day began a series of operations. He opened up old wounds, treated them
and then sewed them up. It was an early-day therapy, but Frank had a brook
dammed and ordered John Maxi to go swimming twice a day in its pool. He no
longer walked side-ways, but he suffered pain the remainder of his life.
Meanwhile,
Jesse, the Negroes and Indians were busy hauling in dug-up buried treasure from the far parts of Texas. It was buried in
a spacious cellar the Red Bones had built under Jesse's direction.
In addition
to tending to John Maxi's recovery, Dr. Frank was busy writing letters to U.S. Diplomats in Europe
in an attempt to learn the whereabouts of the Empress. He was disturbed by
reports the poor woman was insane, but he didn't report this to John Maxi.
When the last
of the treasure was stored, Jesse
approached Maxi one morning. "John, I'm going to line my pockets with some
of your gold and then John Trammell and I are going to Europe
posing as wealthy American businessmen. I aim to bring you Charlotta right back
here to East Texas."
Maxi grabbed
his hand. "Jesse, bring back my wife and I'11 give you all my gold!"
Jesse and
Trammell headed for Washington and then New York where they sailed for Europe
under false names. Jesse, with a $50,000 price on his head and Trammell, whose
head was worth $25,000, were heading right into the lion's den. Moreover Jesse
James was still a declared outlaw.
In
mid-Atlantic, John and he stood at the rail and Jesse mused, "John
Trammell, you seem to have all the answers. I wonder whose gold we're spending
on this trip."
"Trammell
grinned broadly, "Yeah, ah wondeh."
"Could
be," Jesse said, flipping his soggy stogie into the ocean, "it's
Rothschild's gold. Let's see now. Rothschild lent it to Napoleon III, probably
with the Pope as a cosigner. Napoleon lent it to Emperor Maximilian and now we
borrowed it from John Maxi. I find high finance rather interesting."
Once in Europe, Jesse found a woman who looked like Charlotta -
he had a small tintype of her in his pocket. A price was arrived at, two
officials were bribed. She replaced Charlotta and Charlotta was spirited out of
confinement and out of Europe as a rich
businessman's chambermaid. Charlotta's "double" lived until January,
1927.
Jesse
recalled years later, "Watching John Maxi and Charlotta embrace after all
they'd been through was one of the greatest satisfactions of my life. I'm not
one given to tears;, but my eyes were sure kind of misty."
Next day,
John Maxi sat down for a quiet talk with his friend, Jesse James. "While
you retrieved my treasure and went
to Europe for my wife I've been doing some
serious thinking. I'm going to become a businessman. Money is no good unless
it's working for you."
For an hour
he told of his plans. First, he wanted to build a sawmill and put his Indian
friends to work. He wanted to get into mining, horse and cattle breeding and a
dozen other projects. "But for you, Jesse, I want to make a personal gift
of $5 million. You can always get more if you need it. You say there will be
another Civil War and I believe you, if you say so. I want to make a
contribution of $12.5 million to your Knights of the Golden Circle, spread out over a couple
of years."
The men stood
up and Jesse thanked John Maxi, who then presented him with a special cowhide
with a contract written in India ink for $12.5 million. Jesse paused and read
it, then handed it back to Maxi. "I move pretty fast around the country,
John, so I won't be needing a contract. Your word is good enough for me - it
should be after what we've been through."
His
saddlebags bulging with gold bars, Jesse took his leave of Maxi and Charlotta
next morning, and headed north with his three Negro helpers, who also had
saddlebags filled with gold. On the long road leading to Nashville, Tennessee,
they stopped at strategic places to bury Jesse's private treasure.
At a meeting
of The Knights of the Golden Circle,
Jesse gave a full report on the rescue of Gen. J. O. Shelby's Missouri cavalrymen. Rebel yells filled the
room when he related the $12.5 million gift to the Confederate underground from
Emperor Maximilian, alias John Maxi. For his feat, Jesse Woodson James was
elected Comptroller General over all Confederate funds. And the day was coming
when he would become the ruling head of The Knights of the Golden Circle, the supreme Confederate
underground organization.
As long as
John Maxi lived, he and Jesse were close friends, but they saw each other
infrequently. When the oil boom hit Texas,
both Maxi and Jesse were in on the ground floor and their wealth grew. There
are hints that John Maxi eventually moved out of the Big Thicket Country and
changed his name. Jesse James III admits, "I've talked to Maximilian's
grandchildren, but that's all I will say. I'm sure this is the way my
grandfather would have wanted it.
"Maximilian's
treasure set Grandpa up in business,
making him a millionaire five times over at age 23. I don't say that Grandpa
never robbed a bank nor a train, but he didn't do it for chickenfeed, and he
didn't do it for personal gain. He was a very rich man. When he robbed or
hijacked he was trying to fill a long list of Confederate depositories,
preparing for the Second Civil War, which never came."
But who lies
buried in Emperor Maximilian's grave in Vienna?
After six weeks of bargaining, Juarez finally delivered the "mortal
remains of Maximilian" to Admiral Tegetthoff aboard the Novara in Vera Cruz harbor. The royalty of Europe sighed with relief.
The body
accorded an imperial funeral by Emperor Franz Josef was badly decomposed and
unidentifiable. Golden Circle agents claimed it was the corpse of a seaman of
German ancestry who had been killed in a drunken gunfight behind a bar in Vera
Cruz. Switching bodies is a subterfuge as old as mankind, and the Golden Circle
certainly had no monopoly on this practice.
Now if you were paying attention, Maximillion
miraculously survived a firing squad in Mexico and
was brought up from Mexico to Texas and
recovered, His name was changed temporarily to John Maxi. The
organization arranged to have his beloved Carlota brought back from Spain having
been replaced by a double; they changed their names again and lived out their
lives in the States. In exchange for all the help Maximillion received from the
Confederacy an Aztec treasure was revealed and received by the Confederacy, and
Jesse was given much gold from Maximillion’s personal hoard. Many years after in
about 1936 Milton Ernest or better known as Doc Noss claimed to have found a
treasure at Victoria Peak in New Mexico, Un be knowing to many, a list of
items found was made but was not divulged until about 1976, after the Black
book was written. Of those things revealed as to what he saw in the cavern, one
of them was a Wells Fargo chest with writing that said Carlota’s things, in
side was her crown among other things. As it would seam, Doc Noss was likely
telling the truth and what he found was a KGC depository, containing an Aztec
Treasure along with Emperor Maximillion’s personal Treasure including the House
of Hapsburg jewels and likely other things previously stashed…

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