Morgan Massacre LbNA #75413
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Add Location| Owner: | Baby Bear
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| Plant date: | Mar 5, 2021 |
| Location: | |
| City: | Rocky Hill |
| County: | Falls |
| State: | Texas |
| Boxes: | 1 |
| Found by: | hibiscuschick |
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| Last found: | Apr 12, 2026 |
| Status: | F |
| Last edited: | Mar 13, 2021 |
Box Name: Morgan Massacre
Date: 2/20/2021
City: Rocky Hill
Location: ____________________ Cemetery
County: Falls
Difficulty: Easy
Distance: About 30 yards
Seven miles northwest of Marlin, on what is known as the Rock Dam road, there stood for many years a cabin made of hewed logs. The early houses were built of logs and called double log cabins. Some had drift floors and others had puncheon floors. One large log split in the middle and turned upside down so that the smooth side made the floor is what was called a puncheon. The double log cabin which the James Marlin and George Morgan families occupied at this time had puncheon floors. They lived like this—two or more families in a cabin for protection from the Indians. The elder Morgans were quite old. George Morgan was about twenty-two or twenty-three. in the Marlin family were Mr. and Mrs. Marlin, a young son of ten years named Isaac, two daughters, Stacy Ann, a young woman who had recently married George Morgan, and Adeline, a pretty blond girl of sixteen years.
The men folk of the place had gone off for corn, a distance of some eighteen or twenty miles. This distance now would be made in a few hours with such roads or highways as we now have. But in those days there were only bridle paths or cow trails, and no bridges to span the swollen streams. And there were more than one to be crossed before they could reach where they going south of "Old Marlin." This place was named for John Marlin and he is buried there. The name was changed to Bucksnort later.
On this ill-fated night the women who made their home in the long house, knowing the men would not return that night, had finished the night chores, eaten supper, and were sitting around the fire talking and carding wool. Suddenly the shrill war whoop of the Indians chilled the blood in their veins. They were paralyzed with fear. In less time than it takes to tell it the Indians were in the house hacking and scalping with their tomahawks, their helpless victims. They killed Mr. and Mrs. Morgan, Mrs. Marlin and Adeline almost instantly. Isaac Marlin, the little boy, slipped out without notice as the Indians entered the house. He ran for a little way from the house and hid behind a fence. After the Indians had finished their brutal work of killing and stealing, they rode off as fast as their horses could carry them, with the negro slave girl belonging to Mrs. Marlin. Isaac counted the Indians as they passed. There were twenty-seven in all. The slave girl was never heard of again.
Isaac Marlin went back to the house after he saw the Indians leave. Imagine what a trying ordeal for a little boy of ten years! His mother and sister and Mr. and Mrs. Morgan he found brutally murdered. He could not find Stacy Ann but he did find Adeline. Her beheaded body lay in a pool of blood while her hairless head was spiked on a pole. Her beautiful hair had disappeared with the Indians.
Stacy Ann had been beaten almost into unconsciousness and left for dead. She feigned death when Isaac entered the house fearing that he was an Indian. She had fallen under the house where the puncheon floor had been pulled up by the Indians. She being weak from pain and loss of blood did not move as she had enough sense left to know that if she did move they would sever her head from her body to make sure that she was dead. When she felt that the Indians were gone and it was safe to move, she corralled her strength and crawled out of the house into the woods as far as her strength would allow. She stayed there all night. The wolves howled around her all night as they could sniff the blood from her wounds. They came so close she expected every minute to be torn to pieces but she had no thought of going back to the house for fear the Indians would come back and set fire to the place as they had a way of doing in those days.
Directions:
From Marlin, at Hwy 6 and Hwy 7 intersection, go west on Hwy 7 Craik st (Bus 6) and go right. Turn left on Ward St. Turn left on W. Anders St. Split right on Rock Dam Rd (CR 2117) and go quite a few miles until road swings right, but instead stay straight on CR103A. Cemetery is on the right, park along road on right.
To the Letterbox:
Walk rightish to last gated plot on right. Enter through opening then right to “Anelia
Horne” headstone. Go past to tree on left. Box at right side base.
Hike length: 0.1 miles
Date: 2/20/2021
City: Rocky Hill
Location: ____________________ Cemetery
County: Falls
Difficulty: Easy
Distance: About 30 yards
Seven miles northwest of Marlin, on what is known as the Rock Dam road, there stood for many years a cabin made of hewed logs. The early houses were built of logs and called double log cabins. Some had drift floors and others had puncheon floors. One large log split in the middle and turned upside down so that the smooth side made the floor is what was called a puncheon. The double log cabin which the James Marlin and George Morgan families occupied at this time had puncheon floors. They lived like this—two or more families in a cabin for protection from the Indians. The elder Morgans were quite old. George Morgan was about twenty-two or twenty-three. in the Marlin family were Mr. and Mrs. Marlin, a young son of ten years named Isaac, two daughters, Stacy Ann, a young woman who had recently married George Morgan, and Adeline, a pretty blond girl of sixteen years.
The men folk of the place had gone off for corn, a distance of some eighteen or twenty miles. This distance now would be made in a few hours with such roads or highways as we now have. But in those days there were only bridle paths or cow trails, and no bridges to span the swollen streams. And there were more than one to be crossed before they could reach where they going south of "Old Marlin." This place was named for John Marlin and he is buried there. The name was changed to Bucksnort later.
On this ill-fated night the women who made their home in the long house, knowing the men would not return that night, had finished the night chores, eaten supper, and were sitting around the fire talking and carding wool. Suddenly the shrill war whoop of the Indians chilled the blood in their veins. They were paralyzed with fear. In less time than it takes to tell it the Indians were in the house hacking and scalping with their tomahawks, their helpless victims. They killed Mr. and Mrs. Morgan, Mrs. Marlin and Adeline almost instantly. Isaac Marlin, the little boy, slipped out without notice as the Indians entered the house. He ran for a little way from the house and hid behind a fence. After the Indians had finished their brutal work of killing and stealing, they rode off as fast as their horses could carry them, with the negro slave girl belonging to Mrs. Marlin. Isaac counted the Indians as they passed. There were twenty-seven in all. The slave girl was never heard of again.
Isaac Marlin went back to the house after he saw the Indians leave. Imagine what a trying ordeal for a little boy of ten years! His mother and sister and Mr. and Mrs. Morgan he found brutally murdered. He could not find Stacy Ann but he did find Adeline. Her beheaded body lay in a pool of blood while her hairless head was spiked on a pole. Her beautiful hair had disappeared with the Indians.
Stacy Ann had been beaten almost into unconsciousness and left for dead. She feigned death when Isaac entered the house fearing that he was an Indian. She had fallen under the house where the puncheon floor had been pulled up by the Indians. She being weak from pain and loss of blood did not move as she had enough sense left to know that if she did move they would sever her head from her body to make sure that she was dead. When she felt that the Indians were gone and it was safe to move, she corralled her strength and crawled out of the house into the woods as far as her strength would allow. She stayed there all night. The wolves howled around her all night as they could sniff the blood from her wounds. They came so close she expected every minute to be torn to pieces but she had no thought of going back to the house for fear the Indians would come back and set fire to the place as they had a way of doing in those days.
Directions:
From Marlin, at Hwy 6 and Hwy 7 intersection, go west on Hwy 7 Craik st (Bus 6) and go right. Turn left on Ward St. Turn left on W. Anders St. Split right on Rock Dam Rd (CR 2117) and go quite a few miles until road swings right, but instead stay straight on CR103A. Cemetery is on the right, park along road on right.
To the Letterbox:
Walk rightish to last gated plot on right. Enter through opening then right to “Anelia
Horne” headstone. Go past to tree on left. Box at right side base.
Hike length: 0.1 miles