I have had this story, written by my grandmother, since I was very young but unfortunately didn't take

as good a care of it as I should have. I put it in an envelope many years ago and forgot it. Recently I
decided I should get rid of a lot of stuff I have been carrying around through the years and came upon
this story I had stashed away with my genealogy things. Needless to say I was thrilled now that I can
appreciate an article or anything of this nature.
Except the 2 changes made below and doing a spell check the document is not changed.
Change # 1: page thirty six (36) the sentence says she dashes down the steep but does not complete
the thought so I added path (at top page thirty seven (37) although any similar word
would have been fine.
Change # :2 page thirty seven (37) I felt should say away from the one who threatens her with
more than loss of life as the sentence on page thirty six (36) said she was running away.
Any similar words would have also been fine here too.
Grandmother may or may not have used these words but it appeared to me they completed the thought
left hanging. It didn't change anything. It only explained what I felt was needed to complete the
thought. As I explained any similar word(s) would have been fine in both cases.
Each page of grandmother's story in the transcription will have(end page 1) at the end of its page
listing the appropriate page for that page ie (end page 2), (end page 3) and so forth through page 41.
I did it this way so that if anyone wanted to check the transcription themselves it would be easier
showing exactly what was on each page as you go along as the Originals will be included with the
transcribed ones at the end of the transcription starting on page 10 and ends on page 51 with page 52
being blank.
For those interested in Lucy's Pedigree it appears on page two (2)
Index:
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True Story Written in 1893 by Lucy Bill Hickman Kellogg

in Florissant, Teller, Colorado, United States
The Mystery of Eagles Nest
Page 1 of 41
When Cripple Creek, that great gold camp, in Colorado was in her infancy many thrilling adventures
were met with by the early settlers and many tragedies were recorded.
The story related below, we feel is too interesting to remain unpublished.
Louise Langtry the daughter of an old prospector living in the outskirts of the camp was missing. She
had called upon friends in the evening and bidding them goodnight had started for home. Nothing more
could be learned. She had mysteriously disappeared. Her father frantic in his anxiety gave the alarm
and dozens of big-hearted miners volunteered their services in the search. But days lengthened into
weeks and still no trace of the missing girl was to be obtained. (end page 1)
A few miles away from the bustle and boom of Cripple Creek in a spot surrounded by tall pines there is
a cavern which has been converted into a dwelling place. It has an adjustable stone door which opens
for him alone who possesses the combination, the secret of it's workings. Its one window consists of an
opening in the East wall just large enough that an inmate of the cavern may look out and down into a
deep ravine, where a rippling stream flows over it's rocky bed.
As we gaze into this retreating imagination only, for human eye would be unable to penetrate the
tangled mass of mountain wild wood, just as we gaze a young and beautiful girl arises from her chair
and paces the hard rock floor. How came she in these dismal quarters? And (end page 2) what
influences have been brought to bear to cause such wild and haunted looks and such expressions of fear
and horror?
Her face is fair, ay pale almost as the dead and her eyes large and gray. Look yearningly out as if
desirous of penetrating these impenetrable walls. Now she turns her face heavenward and her lips move
in prayer. O GOD save me from my persecutor. Help me to overcome the power which holds me
here. Help me ere it be too late.
Hark! A creaking sound, the stone door rolls back. A man steps into the room. The door slides back to
place.
A change comes over the girls countenance. No longer that devout and pleading expression but the pale
face grows whiter, if possible and a look of hatred, almost of violence (end page 3) shines out upon the
person who steps within, advancing to her side.
This man is Victor Page. He is of medium height, black hair and beard well trimmed and eyes small
and light blue. Altogether not a disagreeable face to look at but one not to be trusted under all
circumstances.
Anticipating his words, Louise Langtry turns upon him her gray eyes flashing their indignation and
speaks excitedly Spare, spare me. I am in no mood to hear again that which I have been forced to
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listen to repeatedly
But returns Victor Page I love you Louise, you have taught me what true love means and I mean to
teach you to return my affection. You must. You shall become my bride
With a scornful look, Louise replies Love! You know not (end page 4) the meaning of the word. Is
love a hideous tyrant to bind and chain its victim? Victor Page, you are a coward. Either you are insane
or the most cruel heartless man I ever met. Once for all. Hear me! I will never become your wife. I defy
you. Your threats of the past. Your professed love of today alike fail to affect me.
Louise how can you be so cruel? Never before have you spoken to me in this manner.
No, Victor Page, I have here to fore been prudent in my speech because I wished to preserve my life
that I might once more feel the warm embrace of a mother's arms. Receive the blessing of a father. But
hope has died within me and death in any form (end page 5) is preferable to such a life as this
'Louise I am millionaire. And yet I welcome the time when I can leave the inviting club room and the
brilliant ball room and return once more to you. No one would dream that I, a millionaire, would
abduct an innocent girl, or touch a penny of the reward offered for her return.
Reward, then there was a reward offered, Louise becoming excited continues Why, oh why do you
delay? Take me to my home and receive the reward. Come, say you will release me.
Victor Page answered in a manner she little expected. Girl, never mention reward to me again. I have
joined many a party in search for you, but your hiding place will never be discovered. (end page 6)
Louise, you are not the one I thought you were when I brought you here. She was homely as a hedge
fence, but her father was old Jake Sexton and he had the money. At the time of my caprice, he and his
daughter, with a select party, were taking in the sights of the camp. Just at that time I was sorely in need
of money and desperate enough for anything. I had been laying my plans and I discovered that the lady
in question had an appointment with her lover. When darkness fell she started down the path to meet
him. I did not know how far she would venture. I just concealed myself behind that large rock and
waited. I knew where the lover was and felt sure he would be late keeping his appointment. (end page
7) She Miss Sextin, must have had one of these strange presentments of evil and returned to her
doting parent, while you, all unconsciously, stumbled into the trap she avoided. When I brought you to
the light of day, imagine my astonishment, my disappointment, when I discovered my terrible mistake.
I have said that I was desperate. And had it not been for your beauty of face, and the womanly
characteristics and innocence stamped upon it, I should just at that time have been tempted to destroy
you and thus end a bad job. But from the first your lovely eyes have appealed to me and I have loved
you constantly. And as for the reward I would not accept at such a price. The price of parting with you
any amount of money. (end page 8) More than this I am not now in need of funds for fortune has
smiled upon me in various ways. In my rambles about these grounds I have discovered the richest
placer mine in Colorado only waiting to clear up this difficulty concerning you. To work my claim
properly. With my own hands. I have washed out nuggets of gold as large as an acorn. Do you wonder
that I am impatient? That I reluctantly allow you more and more time to consider a question you should
answer without hesitation. A proposal you should accept with haste? Do you understand Louise that
you will share my fortune? My life would pay the penalty, should I now return (end page 9) you to
your home, but when you are my wife, I can prove that I rescued you from some terrible fate. After our
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marriage, you shall have your mother but hearken to me you shall never set eyes upon her before that
time!
If Louise had entertained a hope for the future those last words uttered with decision destroyed the very
last spark. She turns upon him with despair written on her pale face and asks Would you wed a raving
maniac? Even now I feel my brain is turning and what wonder? O GOD let me die rather than that such
an affliction be mine
He interrupts her Think how much you have to be thankful for. Think of the considerate and respectful
manner in (end page 10) which I have treated you.
She answers boldly I presume then if you were tortured with brands of fire you would smile upon your
adversary and thank him for resisting the temptation of casting you into a burning pit?
Let me hear no more of your unreasonable remarks Here the man would console her with words of
endearment but recoiling from him and forbidding him approach her, she asks How dare you? Have
you no respect for me even now upon the brink of eternity. I tell you I will not live to reach that mental
condition which threatens me and which must eventually overtake one persecuted as I have been. I
scorn your love, if such (end page 11) a base and cowardly sentiment deserves the name but I will not
waste my time in idle words which fall upon a heart of stone. Time for you may roll on for years but
thoughts of the misery and sin you have caused may haunt you sometimes and steal away the
enjoyments of life. Now leave me. If you refuse to release me at least leave me to my own thoughts and
as a criminal is allowed a few last words. This privilege I claim also. Even though my words, my
message never comes to light it will be a relief to record my wrongs. You will not refuse to bring pen
and paper to your prisoner?
Opening a large chest in the room Victor Page takes from it (end page 12) these articles for which she
has asked. Saying as he hands them to her You can amuse yourself with these in my absence. I will
leave you, but I will soon return.
He is gone. Once more Louise is alone with her misery. She sinks into a chair and her head droops hard
upon he bosom. At times the thought of self destruction has imposed itself upon her. Standing by the
little opening to the stream she has turned. It has listened to her woe and sometimes comforted her with
its rippling musical songs but when again she has looked to it for rest and oblivion it has mocked her
with its unobtainable depths.
Suddenly leaping to her feet Louise paces the floor as frantically as a maniac. (end page 13) Her
thoughts run thus Must I end my existence in this miserable place? Will no fond hand administer to
my last requirements? NO, No I must not, I will not dwell upon the thought. The strain has been long
and great but it will not it shall not master me. O, Lord, forgive my weakness. I am stronger now
and a voice seems to whisper again sweet words of hope. List, what means the sound? Surely,surely it
has not come so soon. My resolutions are not too late. No, No my brain is clear as ever, yet to my ear
comes a sound I never heard before. Can my eyes be failing me? How dark it grows and yet I know tis
scarcely noon.
Tis not imagination Tis not within herself this change. The (end page 14) elements of the air are at
war! She looks through the opening in the cruel wall and sees the black clouds rolling one upon the
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other. The wind comes with rush and roar. A cyclone sweeps the country! Trees are uprooted, whirled
about and carried from her sight. The loose stones come rolling down the mountainside and splash in
the waters of the stream below.
She laughs Ha Ha Did ever human being welcome thee before. Oh winds of destruction. To me thou
shall prove a friend indispensable. Even though these walls shall stand in opposition to thy strength and
power and I'm still a prisoner. Yet will I press thee into service, that eventually I may be free. (end
page 15) Louise all radiant once again with hope seizes the pen meant only for her amusement and
hastily writes scratch, scratch goes the pen and louder and fiercer grows the storm. It is done. She
folds and seals the epistle. Steps to the window and shoves it out into the storm. Instantly it is whirled
from her grasp and carried from her sight. With limbs trembling from excitement, she kneels on the
hard rock floor and offers up a prayer. O, God, I pray thee, while the storm with uncertain movement
rages about me Speed, speed my message. May thy wrathful servant with untiring energy, carry it
beyond these lofty mountain peaks and deliver it only in that spot where friendly eyes may (end page
16) chance to see . Where a human soul may not resist a Christian's appeal for help. But stay perhaps
her time of deliverance is already at hand. The outer wall shakes and trembles as if in pain. Bravely
Louise awaits her fate, freedom in life or freedom in death, in either case a deliverance from a more
terrible doom. A fiercer gust of wind sweeps by. The wall trembles, crumbles and falls with a crash!
Louise, divided between joy and fear, crouches in a little nook, expecting at any moment the
overhanging rocks to fall and crush out the life which is now most precious to her, for she is free. Free
from human fetters, free in the hands of GOD alone. If only the wind would cease. If only she dare rush
out of this (end page 17) nook and fly away but she realizes that to do so means immediate death.
Composing herself as best she can, she nestles down and waits. How many hours she cannot tell but
she realizes that night is now in reality upon her. By and by the storm abates. The wind dies down
somewhat and the rain begins to fall in torrents.
Louise cries Oh, welcome rain. Thou too shall prove a friend and blot out the footprints I make in my
flight. Her heart beats so loudly she fears its very throbs will betray her course. Hastily drawing her
long wrap more closely about her, she clambers over rocks and brush just as a rain drenched figure
comes upon the scene of his ruined retreat. (end page 18) Louise trembles as directly below her she
hears a familiar voice call loudly Louise, Louise! Where are you? What new freak has this storm been
playing? Curse the luck, Why did I leave her?
Just at this moment a flash of lightening betrays her course, but she bounds on, meeting all kind of
obstacles in her path which cause her to constantly change her course. Yawning chasms and high
precipices abound on every side, but guided by some occult power the girl avoids all serious injury. She
knows not in what direction she goes, from what direction she came. How could she? Carried away as
it were upon the wings of night, arousing from an unconscious state to find herself penned in from the
outside world by (end page 19) four rock walls. How could she say from whence she came or where
to go. On and on she went. She could not travel to a more fearful fate than that from which she had
escaped.
The rain fell pitilessly and chilled her through. Her feet encountered stones and shrubs which bruised
and pained them. How far she had traveled she knew not. When close by her side she sees a dark object
and a mans voice accosts her thus Stranger which way do you travel on such a disagreeable night? At
first Louise is almost paralyzed with fright. But the sound of human voice other than her enemy's, gives
her courage and strength to speak. Oh sir, you gave me such a fright but you will help (end page 20)
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me now you, will guide me to my home, say that you will not leave me.
Tut, Mr, Sir responds the gentleman your fears have made you weak and timid. I assure you I will
gladly be of any possible service to you but first we must seek shelter from this storm in a little cabin
about a mile away. Gad! This storm is enough to shatter the nerves of any man. This poor fellow is
almost prostrated This last sentence he speaks to himself only.
Let us hasten in says Louise We must not lose one moment. Then they hurry on in silence until
they reach the cabin. Then they enter, and feeling about, the strange gentleman finds a small piece of
candle left by him the day (end page 21) before He lights it and then touches off the bits of pine he
secures from an old box, lays some damp twigs above and soon the room is ablaze with light and heat.
The stranger has been so busily engaged preparing for his companions comfort, that he does not turn
around until his efforts have made the room fairly brilliant. Imagine his surprise when turning to
address the poor weak man, as he supposes, he sees in his stead a tall stately girl, with damp locks
falling about a sweet pale face and of which look the loveliest eyes he has ever seen. Eyes full of
surprise at his manly and handsome, though youthful features, eyes full of surprise at his looks of (end
page 22) astonishment. She forgets that he too was unable to form any idea of her personal appearances
as they traveled side by side in the darkness. She had laid aside er long black wrap and stood before her
companion, looking beautiful in the flickering candle light, assisted by fires uncertain rays.
The stranger breaks the silence I beg your pardon, Miss, but I have made an unpardonable mistake. I
thought you a man whom the storm had made weak and nervous.
Oh, sir says Louise Forgive me. It is all my fault, you did address me as sir, it is true, but my mind
was so full of self interest, so bent upon hastening away to some safe place (end page 23) that perhaps
and since I stop to think, I did ignore your allusions indicating your mistake. Can you ever forgive me?
Surely you do not repent the services rendered a helpless girl? Tell me you are not angry at my
deception. It was unintentional, I assure you.
Dear lady, I have a sister who may one day stand in need of help and protection and just in the manner
I would wish that sister treated under like circumstances thus will I serve you. You shiver with cold,
your garments are drenched Come I will arrange a seat before the fire and you must try and compose
yourself.
Thank GOD with a comical look and a hearty Ha! Ha! you (end page 24) are not the poor frightened
individual I mistook you for but the one person in the whole world for whom I have forsaken my
comrades and the jolly sport of hunting wild beasts, to seek, to rescue (He hands her his card) you
my dear lady are Miss Louise Langtry. Had I dreamed at our meeting that I addressed a young lady I
should immediately have recognized in you the object of my search. You shall tell me how you
escaped from the cave and then you shall hear my story.
Louise looks down at the card then up into the gentleman's face, then impulsively she reaches forth her
hand and grasps the large and manly one saying excitedly (end page 25) Oh, Mr. Farwell, my dear
parents have sent you in search of their long lost child. It is all plain to me now. How safe, how secure I
feel. Tell me of my mother. Tell me of my father. Tell me all I would wish to know. Unable to control
her feeling longer she bows her face into her hands and sobs piteously.

Frederick Farwell remembering that he is not the friend she mistakes him for, but a mere stranger to
this girl and he does not presume upon his position. He places his hand upon the bowed head with its
tangled mass of soft damp locks and surprises her by confessing. Miss Langtry, I must immediately
undeceive you and state my reasons for (end page 26) searching for you un-commissioned by any one
save self. My search has been short indeed. My success due more to you and your efforts than to any
ability on my part. In fact, as you know, our meeting was purely accidental, preluding some grave
misunderstandings but leaving the memory of all comical phases to be laughed at at some future time. I
will proceed with my explanation. Do you recall the cyclone, the storm that raged about you came
hours ago? Do you recall the message you entrusted to the wild and fickle winds?
Oh, Mr. Farwell, is it possible my message was delivered so soon? And how came you through all that
terrible storm uninjured as I see you? (end page 27)
This is the way it happened. A party of young men, myself one of the number, have been out on a
hunting expedition. We stopped at this cabin night before last and in the morning proceeded on our
way, intending to cross over the divide to that range of mountains beyond. About now we were
horrified to see the cyclone sweep the country behind us. The wind blew a gale where we were, but did
no material damage. As we stood debating and watching the course of the storm a great bald eagle
came soaring towards us from the direction of the storm. In its claws it held something white and
smooth which glistened as it swayed in the air. At last unable to cast off that (end page 28) feeling, a
feeling that comes to us all at times and is called a presentiment. A call to soul. I started off in the
direction in which the eagle flew in a pursuit as romantic and whose object seemed as unattainable as
did DeLeon's when in pursuit of the 'Stream of everlasting youth'. I invited my comrades to accompany
me, but they declined, saying they were tired and would remain and prepare dinner in my absence. So I
went alone on what seemed to be a wild eagle chase. I managed to keep the great bird in view and saw
it alight in a tall pine tree on a mountain some distance away. On I went, something urging me forward
over rocks and rocky bluffs (end page 29) through canons across streams soon I had climbed the
mountain and stood beneath the very tree that held the secret I must possess. I managed to reach the
eagles nest and drive the inmate out. And instantly my eye fell upon the object of my search. Imagine
my surprise at finding my efforts rewarded by a sealed envelope, addressed 'To any Christian who may
chance to read!' I cannot say I was disappointed, although I had not expected to find anything so
apparently insignificant. Hastily I descended the tree and tore open the envelope and read the words
therein contained. And standing there, reading your statements, your prayers, it seemed to me the
appeal came directly (end page 30) from a human soul and I vowed I'd rescue the writer no matter
what the cost. When I returned to my companions and read to them the letter signifying my intention to
investigate and discover the hidden cave, the location of which the writer was unable to give. They
laughed me to scorn. Accused me of being the most romantic idiot on the face of the globe, said they
washed their hands of the affair and if I wished to give up the hunt and pursue this course I'd have to go
alone and I pledged myself then and there to accomplish alone a work which GOD would smile upon,
regardless of the scowls and discouragement of man. My comrades went to a more promising hunting
ground (end page 31) while I turned my face toward the path left by the cyclone. No directions had I
save the knowledge that the cavern was in the limits of the cyclone's sweep. At first as I traveled the
wind blew ferociously, then it became calmer and the rain began to fall but like yourself, I heeded it not
for a face rose up before me and dangers of every description seemed to surround it. But thank GOD
you are now safe. I place my life between you and danger for now that I have gazed into your eyes
which confirm the truth of your statements, I cannot rest until I see you safe in your own home,
surrounded by friends and loved ones.
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Louise is deeply affected and (end page 32) answers seriously Mr. Farwell I fear I shall never be able
to repay you for services rendered in this time of need. I shall esteem it a most beautiful privilege to
call you friend throughout our lives and if the opportunity ever occurs will prove my appreciation of
your gallantry. Your unselfish conduct by a token, by no means as insignificant as mere words. A
feeling of security even in this obscure place surrounded by weird and voiceless images comes to me
such as I have not known for weeks. A condition of mind due to you and your noble the sentence was
never finished. Her peace of mind was of short duration.
The door way is darkened. There is a flash of fiery eyes. A raised weapon descending upon (end page
33) a defenseless head and Frederick Farwell falls senseless to the floor to all appearances dead.
Regardless of the presence of him who struck the blow, forgetting her own critical position, Louise
springs to her friend and raises his head. There is no time for more. Just a look into the pale face, just a
word whispered in unconscious ears, just a vow in silence uttered then the slender arms are rudely
unclasped from the friend so recently found and regardless of her struggles the girl is dragged from his
presence, dragged away by Victor Page and what a change has come over him. He seems a very demon
in his jealousy and rage. He turns upon her with these words Louise Langtry, you belong to me. You
could once have made a good man of me. You preferred to make a (end page 34) demon and now by
the love I once bore you I swear you shall suffer for your folly. I hate you, hate you with a bitterness
with which naught else can compare. You are less to me than the concealed scamp who will never again
interfere with me and my plans. He is dead! And you will wish many times that you were dead and out
of your misery before I see fit to destroy you.
It was a terrible thing to hear such words and see such looks upon the face of an enraged and desperate
man. They were quite a distance from the cabin now and traveling over a dangerous passage and
Louise resolved that no such fate as he described should be hers. Mustering all her strength for a final
effort, she surprises (end page 35) her captor in an unguarded moment, springs from his grasp and
bounds to the very edge of a boulder which leans far out into space. Raising her hand she defies her
enemy to approach her. She speaks with accent clear and steady. Coward you have lost your prize! My
life is in my own hands. Come near me and all your threats will never be fulfilled.
Victor Page stands motionless for a moment but not to be thus baffled, he springs frantically toward
her. Louise has no time for consideration. With one bound the man leaps to her side, leaps to his fate.
Just as he would have seized her she springs aside and 'swift as the serpent all coiled for the strike' with
her small white hands, she dashes down the steep (end page 36) path, away from the one who
threatened her with more than loss of life. There is a crash, a rolling of stones and Louise stands alone
in the uncertain light of dawn. For a moment she is awe-stricken but the thought occurs to her I have
kept my vow, now must I fulfill my promise. With this she turns away from the scene of the late
tragedy and speeds away as swift as a bounding deer that hastens to her young at hint of danger.
When Louise reaches the cabin again it is broad day light. Every thing is quiet. The rain has ceased.
The wind has moaned itself to rest and not a sound is to be heard. Frederick lies just as she left him
and the sight of one who had befriended her, loosed the (end page 37) fountain of tears and she wept
by his side. She feels his pulse and then with a cry of joy she starts abruptly He lives! Thank GOD he
lives.!
With this assurance, she hastens out and brings water from the pools made by the recent rain. She
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bathes his face and places him in a proper position that nothing may hinder respiration and by and by
her efforts are rewarded. He opens his eyes and looks up into the anxious face bending over him. Then
as if just aroused from a dream the incidents of the recent past rush to his mind and he attempts to arise
but Louise with firm but tender hand places him back in a relining position saying You must rest
awhile (end page 38) for a journey lies before us and you must be the guide but Frederick asks
Where is the monster who struck the blow that stunned me into unconsciousness? How came he to
leave you here unharmed to care for me?
Dear friend if you will not become excited or allow my confession to arouse your anger and
indignation I will relate all that transpired during your unconscious state. She tells him how she was
dragged from his presence along that dangerous path in the very edge of the precipice. Tells of the
terrible threats Victor Page had made. How she had already vowed to avenge his, Frederick's wrongs
and when the opportunity was afforded him powerless she was to resist the temptation to place this
(end page 39) fiend out of the road that led to life and duty.
As Frederick followed his companion in her recital of insults his face flushed with indignation but
when she came to confess the deed she had committed, a deep paler replaced the flush. His eyes shone
like two balls of fire. He was affected beyond control.
Taking Louise's hand so icy cold, with a trembling voice he says Brave girl, brave girl. All this you
have done for me. O God! That my hand could have dealt the fatal blow and spared this small white
one the necessity!
It is useless to dwell upon the days and events that followed this night's adventures. Suffice it to say
that Frederick Farwell gained his strength (end page 40) sufficiently to deliver his charge into the
home and welcome arms of her parents.
Upon investigation it was found that Victor Page had been saved from death by a projecting point of
rocks upon which he landed in his fall. Sustaining injuries to the amount of a broken limb and many
ugly cuts and bruises. We will only remark that he received the attention that all such fiends should
receive at the hands of justice.
And now reader if ever you should go to Cripple Creek inquire of old settlers concerning the brave girl
whose experiences we have related and the noble youth who solved 'The Mystery of the Eagles Nest'!
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