Nick Carter Stories No. 143, June 5, 1915: The sultan's pearls; or, Nick Carter's Porto Rico trailCarter, Nicholas (House name)
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Nick Carter Stories No. 143, June 5, 1915: The sultan's pearls; or, Nick Carter's Porto Rico trail
Carter, Nicholas (House name)
Detective and mystery stories, American -- Periodicals; Popular literature -- Periodicals
This incident in Starr’s bandit career was told by a long-time resident
of the Cherokee country. He has known Starr for a number of years, has
played poker with him frequently, and he insists that Starr is really
one of the kindliest of men. After the Kansas robbery the Starr gang
rode into northern Oklahoma and hid for some time, and it was at this
time that the mortgages and notes were destroyed. The total value of
the papers was perhaps never known, but a man who saw them declares the
bundle was a foot thick.
It was following this same robbery, too, that Starr made one of his
most spectacular get-aways. He and two men rode into an isolated
community during the night and concealed themselves in a big stone
barn, which was on the edge of a small valley with hills not far
distant and almost surrounding it. Starr and his men slept until late
in the day and then played pitch and shot craps for the small change
they had obtained at the bank. They would shoot for a handful of the
small silver, dimes and quarters, without any attempt being made to
ascertain the amount.
The whereabouts of Starr and his two companions became known to the
county sheriff, who, with a posse of twenty or thirty men, went to the
barn with the intention of capturing the trio. The members of the posse
were stationed on the hills surrounding the barn, and they thought it
would be impossible for the outlaws to escape. When Starr was notified
of the presence of the officers, he went into the barnyard and motioned
to the sheriff, whom he knew, to confer with him. When the sheriff rode
into the yard, Starr shook hands with him as though he was glad to meet
an old friend, and then said:
“I am going to leave here at five o’clock; there are three of us. If
you do not want your men hurt, you had better get them out of the way,
for when we start we are going through your lines. Tell your men that
for me.”
The sheriff returned to his men, called them together, and told them
what Starr had said; within five minutes there was not a man other than
the sheriff left within rifle distance of Henry Starr. That evening at
five, as he had announced, Starr and his men rode quietly, and without
being molested, away from the barn and toward the Osage Hills.
That Starr’s wife was the original of a photograph, “The Cherokee
Milkmaid,” which was published worldwide several years ago, is the
statement of Representative Walter R. Eaton, of Muskogee and Oilton.
Eaton was engaged at that time in promoting the town site of Porum,
and was going through the country in that vicinity with a photographer
getting pictures to advertise that section.
Late one evening Eaton and the photographer drove by the home of Mrs.
Starr, Henry’s mother, at a time when a very pretty young woman was
milking a cow in the barnyard. The entire scene was one that would make
a beautiful picture, and the two men finally persuaded the young woman
to pose for several pictures.
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