Indian Bones - Geo Britton farm - Montgomery InGenWeb Project

The exhumation of Indian bones is still going on in the gravel pit on George Britton’s farm, two miles west of town. Thus far seventeen skeletons have unearthed by the hands at work there and the bones are tossed out upon the bank to be carried off in armloads by relic hunters or superstitious crap shooters in search of “hokey-bos.” Last evening a magnificent specimen was taken out and in the long ago its owner must have towered at least seven feet in his moccasins. The bones were immense and in the grinning skull was a perfect set of teeth, not one of them in the least cracked or decayed and with an enamel as perfect as on the day of interment. The length of time which has elapsed since the cemetery was used is a question and it may have been two centuries, as the entire absence of vegetable matter in the gravel would prevent the bones decaying while the possibility of standing water is precluded by the hill side. The situation of the cemetery is a most beautiful one and at this season of the year is extremely picturesque. It is upon the top of a lofty bluff just where the creek makes a graceful bend. The bluff is crowned with giant oaks whose foliage is just turning from green to gold and red. The stretch of low land along the creek is rich in fields of maize and brightly colored grasses, while arched above the clear waters of the stream itself the shifting foliage burns and blazes in all the autumn marvelous tints. Just 400 years ago today the great discovery was made which lost to the former owners all these pleasant places and as the bones of Indian braves are carelessly tossed out today from the banks where they were placed to await the coming of the Unknown God, one can but moralize on the changed conditions. Old things have passed away and in the march of progress the tarrying ones have perished under her chariot wheels. It is always the survival of the fittest.