The Adventures of TwoAlabama Boys
H. J. and W. B. Crumpton
Contents:
The Adventures of Two Alabama Boys
Dedication
Foreword.
Part One (By H. J. Crumpton)
Part One
Recollections Of The Family Life.
Arrival In Alabama.
Moved To Town.
Change Of Vocation.
Becomes A Printer.
Mexican War
Starts On His Wanderings.
The Gold Excitement.
Starts For The Far West.
New Acquaintances.
Another Start West.
Strikes Out All Alone.
A Plunge In The Overflow.
Fell In With The Military.
Strikes Hands With Old Friends.
Food Scarce.
Alone Confronted By Indians.
Alone Again.
Reaches California.
Lost His Oxen.
In God's Country At Last.
Got A Job.
To Take Sail.
Hears Sad Tidings.
No Pay For Services.
At Oro City.
In The Mines.
At Rough-And-Ready.
Starts Back Home.
In A Wreck.
On To Panama.
In New Orleans.
Finds His Brother.
Detained In Mobile.
Immediate Attention In California,
Back To The Mines Again.
Returned To Alabama,
His Opinion About Slavery.
Part Two (By W. B. Crumpton)
How I Began To Lecture.
Chapter I
Chapter Two
The Adventures of Two Alabama Boys, W. B. Crumpton, H. J. Crumpton
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The Adventures of Two Alabama Boys
Dedication
We dedicate the little booklet to our children. Maybe others will be interested also. We are certain there are important lessons here for young people, who are in earnest. For the frivolous and thoughtless there is nothing.
"The Boys."
Foreword.
THE ADVENTURES OF TWO ALABAMA BOYS was prepared some years ago with the view of putting it in book form; but "The Boys" have been so very busy the publication has been delayed.
SECTION ONE contains the adventures of Dr. H. J. Crumpton, a native of Wilcox county, but since '49 a citizen of California, now residing on a beautiful spot in Piedmont, a suburb of the city of Oakland.
These incidents which he relates, his baby brother, the writer of these lines, heard when he was a scrap of a boy. They made a profound impression on his youthful mind, and he has ever cherished the hope that some day he might see them in print. They were prepared at my earnest solicitation. I feel sure it was no easy task to dig up from memory almost forgotten incidents and put them in shape for the reader. At this writing, though he is advanced in years, past eighty-four, the good wife writes: "He is smart and active as ever - walks fifteen miles and it doesn't feaze him."
One of the most noted buildings in San Francisco is that of the Society of California Pioneers, of which Society he is an honored member and a Vice-President. His opinion of politics one can discover by a letter to the writer. He says: "I am forced to the conclusion, after serving in the Legislature of my adopted State several terms and in a local municipality, that politics is a filthy pool." An opinion shared by a good many others. Some are said to be born politicians; but I am sure none were born in the Crumpton family. Every one of the name I have ever known, felt great interest in all public questions and had opinions about them, but office seeking has not been to their liking.
A family trait is, an undying love for the old haunts. This caused the old Forty Niner, when he possessed the means to do so, to purchase the old farm of his father, fulfilling in part, no doubt, a dream of his youthful days.
Though in the land of the enemy he was loyal to the South during the war between the States, proving his faith by his works when he invested much of his means in Confederate Bonds. The Confederacy failing, of course this was a clear loss to him. Just at the breaking out of the Civil War, he returned to California to look after his interests there and to see what had become of me. If the reader will turn to my letters which follow, he will get the connection.
He failed to tell a most interesting event in his history: When a miner, he often took on his knee a wee-bit of a girl, Mattie by name, the daughter of William Jack, a sturdy old Scotch-Irishman, from Beloit, Wis. She called him "sweetheart," and he often took her pledge to be his wife some day. Sure enough, the old bachelor waited, and little Mattie has been for many years the mistress of his home. In one of the most cozy cottages of Sausalito, nestling against the mountain, with the Bay and the City of San Francisco at its front, it was my pleasure to visit the little family some years ago. It had been forty years since I had seen my brother. In her father's home in 1862, near Beloit, I had spent two months delightfully, while stealthily preparing to make my way through the lines to the Confederacy. I know it was in his heart to tell of his wife and his charming daughter, Clara, the light and joy of the home; but the burden of writing was too much, and abruptly he gave up the job.
I am glad indeed the Adventures begin with something of the family history. He is the only member of the family remaining who knows anything about it (there are only two of us now). I am mortified that I failed to find out some of the facts from my father, who was so long with me in his old age.
My brother, after his adventurous life in the mines, served his adopted State in the Legislature and later settled down, after graduation, to the practice of medicine, a profession he seemed to have a liking for from his boyhood. At this writing he is a citizen of Piedmont, California. He is hale and hearty and says that in 1915, when the Panama Canal is opened, he is going to visit the States again and bring his wife. Every foot of the route across the Isthmus will be familiar, as he crossed it several times, one time partly on foot, before the railroad was completed.
W. B. CRUMPTON.
Montgomery, Ala.
