It was then that wonderful carvings began to appear on the hillside, were
once shapeless blocks of limestone had been. among them, was a life-sized
group of cattle standing by an old well. There was a pair of turtles, too,
bearing their young on their backs. with owls, monkeys, lizards, eagles,
snakes and all manner of wild things. There was the thorn crowned head of the
"Man of Galilee," and in inscription in stone, "He was wounded for our
transgressions."
Then came the younger brother, Henry Cross, to work beside him with his
brush and palette, Henry had studied under Rosa Bonheur in Europe, and had
painted a series of rare horses that had won for him the intimate friendship
of Lucky Baldwin of gold-rush fame. He had known Buffalo Bill, Wild Bill
Hickok, Carson and Jim Bridger, and had painted their portraits along with
those of Geronimo, Sitting Bull and other famous Indian chieftains. He had
one portrait, too, of Abraham Lincoln, Gen. Grant, King Edward VIII,
President Diaz of Mexico and Brigham Young. His portrait of Lincoln was made
to be hung in a private car built by popular subscription - for the
presidential use. While, his portrait of Grant found its way to the palace of
the Sultan of Turkey.
It was doubtless his association with Buffalo Bill that finally made him
turn his attention to painting the American buffalo. And from one of the best
of his buffalo pictures later destroyed by fire, the sketch on the nickel was
taken. In that canvas, the animal stood on the brow of a high cliff, watching
the plains below, where a band of Indians was trekking across country. Hence
the lowered head of the buffalo.
The remarkable career of this American artist, whose best paintings
finally landed in a Minneapolis art gallery came to a close in his Chicago
home shortly after the death of his sculptor brother. And his last request
was that his remains be cremated and the ashes brought to Orange County and
buried in the same grave with Ferdinand, in the little Sulphur Creek burying
ground.
Today only the crumbling foundation of the old house where they spent so
many happy hours remains. And all that is left of the carvings is a part of
the group of cattle by the old well, with here and there a broken fragment of
some lesser evidence of the stone carver's skill.
The end of the trail! A sheltered spot in the beautiful southern Indiana
hills, which must have been a source of great inspiration to these two lovers
of the beautiful, on the many occasions when they worked side by side, Henry
with his brush and palette and Ferdinand with his chisel and mallet.
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