
Lost Branch is
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A heavy rain began at noon and soon the clouds of fog hung heavily about
the hill tops and drifted up the valley. The autumn frosts had
turned the forests a somber hue, which, showing under the dull and
leaden sky, aroused a sense of melancholy. There had been heard
the hooting of owls from different points in the woods since the rain
began. While it was not unusual for the owls to call from hill to
hill on dark and rainy days, yet there was apprehension that this
hooting heard this day came from Indians signaling to one another.
Indians always used the sound of wild animals as such signals. The
Indians were expe4cted at any time in those days. The settlements
were scattered, only a few men were in each settlement, and the attacks
were usually made at night, therefore the little hamlet of Sparta felt
great fear at times.It was late in the day when Jacob Carlock and his
party returned from a neighborhood settlement where they had been to
assist at raising some log houses. Foggy darkness was settling
over the Eagle Creek valley when they found several neighbors collected
at the settlement at the mouth of Ten Mile. Distress and anxiety
overcrowded their faces. They discussed matters for some time
without arriving at a satisfactory conclusion. A boy who had gone
to drive home the cows had been gone twenty-four hours and there were
grave suspicions that he had been captured ad carried away by Indians.
A few weeks before, a man had been shot from ambush and scalped, i n
the Paint Lick settlement and that had caused quite a bit of alarm and
uneasiness. At last they decided to form scouting parties, and
search the wooded hills for miles around. Parties started out
headed by George Jackson , Wm. Swango, John and Jacob Carlock with about
twenty men armed with long range cap and ball rifles that would hit
where they were centered. They soon found signs of Indians.
They had camped in the neighborhood of the mouth of Craig's Creek and
taken the buffalo trail down the Ohio River. The trail was lost
somewhere between the present site of Warsaw and Ghent where they
crossed the river in canoes and sunk them on the Indiana shore. No
child was ever located. No one ever knew what was his fate,
whether he was lost in the forest and perished from hunger and cold, of
fell victim to an Indian who has been lost to oblivion.
A small stream that has cut a deep chasm thru the rock ribbed hills
forming a deep green gorge where wild flowers nod in the evening zephyr
and the water passes with a soft, dark babble and seems to still be
singing a requiem for the long lost soul, is a gentle reminder of the
historic tragedy, and has been named in honor of the lost boy and is
known as "Lost Branch."
John Carlock, who possessed an iron constitution and could endure
more fatigue and privation than any of his associates decided to descend
the Ohio thinking they might come down the Indiana side and cross over
and fall upon the weaker settlements along the river between Ghent and
Port William [Carrollton], or possibly they might be hiding themselves
and the canoes by day and floating down stream by night in order to make
a night attack. He was a dead shot with the long rifle, as were
his men, which numbered about 35. He was infatuated with the life
of the woodsman and the danger of the frontier. In woodcraft and
Indian warfare, it is doubtful if there was a superior among the
county's frontiersmen. However, the failed to overtake Indian's,
altho they were in hot pursuit of them at one time.
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