Various Newspapers
1885-1905
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NOTE |
In the world of fringe history, the 1909 Arizona Gazette Grand Canyon hoax, which claimed an Egyptian-Tibetan civilization existed under the Grand Canyon, stands as a touchstone, widely accepted by fringe historians as true and dismissed by mainstream historians as a hoax. Fringe historians argue that newspapers would not make a false report of such an important discovery and rely on the implicit trust readers place in newspapers to support their cause. The following newspaper accounts of the imaginary discovery of a lost city beneath Moberly, Mo. in 1885 bears an uncanny similarity to the 1909 hoax. The confession of the participants demonstrates that (a) newspapers can and did publish such hoaxes and (b) so-called "April hoaxes" could appear on days other than April 1, just as the 1909 hoax appeared on April 5.
Special thanks to anthropologist Andy White for calling my attention to the story and for collecting some of the retractions, and to D. Craig Asbury of the Moberly Monitor-Index for collecting and writing about these public domain resources. |
The Hoax
A LOST CITY.
The St. Louis, Mo. Evening Chronicle, April 8, 1885
THE MOST STARTLING DISCOVERY OF THE AGE MADE BY CITIZENS OF MOBERLY, RANDOLPH COUNTY, MO. WHILE SINKING A SHAFT FOR COAL MINING. A VERITABLE POMPEII 360 FEET BELOW THE EARTH’S SURFACE CONTAINING UNQUESTIONABLE EVIDENCE OF HUMAN HABITATION. STATUARY, UTENSILS, TABLE, SKILLED MASONRY, ETC., ATTEST A REMOTE BUT ADVANCED AGE OF CIVILIZATION. A HUMAN SKELETON OF MAMMOTH SIZE DISCOVERED. A COUNTY RECORDER, CITY MARSHALL AND OTHER PROMINENT CITIZENS PAY A VISIT TO THE WONDERFUL SUBTERRANEAN CITY.
Special Correspondence of The Chronicle.
The St. Louis, Mo. Evening Chronicle, April 8, 1885
THE MOST STARTLING DISCOVERY OF THE AGE MADE BY CITIZENS OF MOBERLY, RANDOLPH COUNTY, MO. WHILE SINKING A SHAFT FOR COAL MINING. A VERITABLE POMPEII 360 FEET BELOW THE EARTH’S SURFACE CONTAINING UNQUESTIONABLE EVIDENCE OF HUMAN HABITATION. STATUARY, UTENSILS, TABLE, SKILLED MASONRY, ETC., ATTEST A REMOTE BUT ADVANCED AGE OF CIVILIZATION. A HUMAN SKELETON OF MAMMOTH SIZE DISCOVERED. A COUNTY RECORDER, CITY MARSHALL AND OTHER PROMINENT CITIZENS PAY A VISIT TO THE WONDERFUL SUBTERRANEAN CITY.
Special Correspondence of The Chronicle.
MOBERLY, MO., April 8. – A singular development has been made in this community within a few days that baffles the theories of scientists and experience of delvers in the earth. Several years ago, Mr. Tim Collins opened a shaft in the northeastern part of this city for the purpose of securing coal, and with the expectation of reaching a six-foot vein of bituminous matter believed to underlie all this section of country. In fact, it has been penetrated in some portions of the county, but its dip is so irregular that it is mere guess work as to the depth at which it may be reached. Mr. Collins is an experienced and skillful miner and so strong was his faith that he exhausted all his means in the prosecution of the work. The hole in the ground stood for a long time, when Briton A. Hill, of your city, was induced to take in interest in the shaft and supplied the means to still farther prospect for the black diamonds. But the hole got deeper and deeper without exposing the anticipated wealth, and finally Mr. Hill refused to further pursue the seemly hopeless search. Mr. Collins, however, is not a man to be intimidated by adverse circumstances. Parties living in Sedalia were interested in the matter and supplied the funds necessary to go deeper into the earth to lay bare the golden stratum. In the meantime the shaft had filled to the depth of 150 feet with water, and new and expensive machinery had to be employed to exhaust the water and allow the borers to go down after the coveted wealth. All this took time and money, both of which were very precious to Tim Collins. He struck several veins of bituminous coal, but the particular vein had not been reached.
A short time ago, he again began operations and finally reached a stratum of semi-liquid bitumen, which became more and more inspissated as the miners went into the bowls of the earth. This bitumen, or naphtha, or asphaltum – for your correspondent is not sufficiently versed in geology to give it a technical title – did not continue through any considerable depth, but encouraged the proprietor of the enterprise to go ahead, and he did it with the most remarkable success.
After reaching the depth of 360 feet the workmen struck igneous matter of basaltic formation, so hard and firm that the picks and other instruments employed to be useless until still further hardened. This difficulty was finally overcome and the work was prosecuted with more than ordinary vigor.
Saturday morning Mr. Collins came into the city under a high state of excitement and announced to some of his personal friends that he had found a buried city at a depth of 360 feet below the surface of the earth. Of course, his friends laughed at his apparent delusion, and thought the long strain upon his mental and physical energies had distorted his reason. But, keeping the subject as quiet as possible, he invited his friends to visit his mine and verify his statements. Accordingly a small company, consisting of Charles F. Campbell, a prominent real estate dealer; R. A. Wilson, also a real estate dealer and experienced operator of coal mines; Gid. Morehouse, a practical miner of long and successful experience; David Coates, city recorder; George Keating, city marshal; George M. Barrett, a merchant of Topeka, Kas.; Grafton Gorcy, an old printer, and your correspondent, set 5 o’clock yesterday afternoon to visit the mine and descend into the shaft. At the appointed time the company was on hand and the descent began. It is useless to describe to anyone who has ever descended into a mine, the nausea, the foul, damp, disagreeable odor and the sense of “goneness” experienced by those who dwell on the surface when for the first time they go down to those Cyclopean deeps. It is sufficient to say that the party arrived in safety at the bottom of the shaft.
But here a scene awaited them that they had certainly not anticipated. The apparent lava crust at the bottom of the mine had been broken in only one place, and this was barely sufficient to admit the body of one man at a time. The most adventurous hesitated before going to a new world or rather what seemed to be the womb of our upper world. But with characteristic courage, and stimulated by the remarkable stories Mr. Collins had told, Mr. Gid. Morehouse, the experienced miner, began the further descent. The others waited for orders from below. Soon it was announced, from a depth which seems to be greater than which we had traveled, that the adventurer was not only safe, but that, like the queen of Sheba who inspecting the wonders of Solomon’s magnificence, the half had not been revealed.
In less than an hour our party of nine, including Mr. Collins, had safely descended into a LITERAL WORLD OF WONDERS. Here were evidences of a remote but advanced civilization, such as may well cause the scientific to wonder. Of course our explorations were brief, as we could not have anticipated the discovery we were so fortunate as to make, and our feelings of awe almost paralyzed our curiosity.
The place in which we found ourselves, as well as we could judge by the dim and flickering light of the miners’ lamps, seemed to be a chamber of indeterminable extent, possibly fifty feet below the bottom of the mine, we had entered, with an irregularly arched roof and putting obstructions here and there. When these obstructions view closely examined they proved to be walls that had evidently been constructed by the labor of human hands, and were not a product of any violent volcanic action. Symmetry was observed, and skill could everywhere be seen. The party became enthusiastic, and though it seemed as if we had descended to the very charnel house of long buried ages, the more curious could not be restrained from following the bent of their inclinations and exploring this VAST CAVERN of indescribable and awe inspiring wonders. Though a little timid and by no means included to break the monotony of that entombed silence, your correspondent was forced to penetrate the gloomy void and behold things that to him were absolutely beyond his belief had he not witnessed them with his own eyes that were neither sleeping not deceived. Near the floor to which all of us had descended was a wall of massive stone and somewhat rude but intelligent masonry. These walls were of bala limestone, dark colored hard and firm texture and capable of withstanding immense pressure. Fragments of them were chipped off and brought to the surface. The stone was not unlike the blue limestone found on the surface in this immediate neighborhood. Evidently tools of fine quality had been used in preparing the blocks for the walls, as their surface showed that they had been roughly dressed before being placed in position. These blocks are of irregular, triangular, and even oval, but they were put there by the skill of those who understood the art of masonry.
Moving along by this wall the party in a short time came to an open space which on close inspection proved to be the entrance to a WIDE AULA OR HALL of the building we had just been inspecting. Before we had been picking our way over irregular places in the floor, over fragments of stone and what appeared to be a street covered with asphaltum or other similar substance. But when we entered the hall the floor was smooth and within a few feet from the entrance there was not even an obstruction of dust. We marched slowly and cautiously along this hall till another opening presented itself on out left and we filed in. Here was the very DISCOVERY OF DISCOVERIES.
A large room, probably 65 by 100 feet in extent, showed itself dimly by the light of our tapers. It was about 20 or 25 feet from floor to ceiling, and had evidently been lighted from the top, though there were openings in the walls where, from appearances, great oaken blinds or doors had once been. These doors had rotted, and only small portions of them remained, small bits of which we chipped off with our knives as souvenirs of our visit. Further examination showed that this room had been used as a workshop but mechanics who had been at work long before Huram’s artificers hewed the architecture for Solomon’s temple. On each side near the walls, and also in the center, were found tables or benches where they had fashioned the work of their hands. These benches were of stone, and there were but few evidences of the character of work done. The wood that had been employed was damp, rotten and so covered with mold as to be almost indistinguishable in shape, and when touched, crumbled to dust. Tools were found on the benches, the handles of which had long since rotted away. But the tools themselves were in a good state of preservation and show that they were fashioned by master mechanics. A number of them were brought to the surface and are now exposed to the gaze of the curious.
While the main body of our party were examining this room, Mr. Charles Campbell, carried away his enthusiasm, had been exploring still farther and found another room of similar dimensions and made a discovery that in his excited state of mind, CAME NEAR CAUSING HIS DEATH. It was a room partially fitted with specimens of antique art, small statuettes and larger statues met his gaze on every hand, and it was touching one of these, which fell with a loud crash, that he imperiled his safety. But he had had made a discovery which was worth a life to have made, though the accident extinguished his lamp. The noise of the falling statue and the frantic cries of Mr. Campbell caught the sensitive ears of the party, all of whom went to his assistance. On approaching the door he warned the man to be cautious as there was danger of accidents from the same cause he experienced. But the party entered the room and here were found NUMEROUS FIGURES IN STONE and a species of bronze. The latter is not like that used in the present day, but is a combination of metals, of which perhaps tin was the smallest ingredient, as it is devoid of luster. Several of the smaller images, some of them exceedingly grotesque in form, were secured by the party. All of the figures were fashioned by workmen who understood the use of the implements they used, and on consultation that the room had been used as a store house for the gods of the strange people who made and worshipped them.
But the most peculiar and exciting discovery of the day had yet to be made. The members of the party had paid little or no attention to the passage of time, their curiosity and interest increasing as some wonder was developed. An enthusiastic archaeologist would scarcely have thought that we had already been in THE SUBTERRANEAN CITY for several hours, and that, like the foolish virgins, we had neglected to provide sufficient oil to keep our lamps trimmed and burning for a very extensive survey of this newly found world. A discussion in the party showed that we were approaching midnight, but still none of us were anxious to go above till we had more than satisfied ourselves that our senses were not deceiving us, and that we were in our own persons actually and undoubtedly processed of tools, implements and images made ages ago by an unknown and prehistoric race. But the flickering of some of the lamps warned us that our visit could not be prolonged with safety, and it was decided to ascend to the open air.
On leaving the room, or hall, we had been visiting for some time, each man with tools, implements, images and other specimens of our great discovery, led by Mr. Morehouse, who has for many years been accustomed to thread the narrow passages of deep mines, one of the party, Mr. George Barrett, who had wandered somewhat from the balance of the company, used an exclamation of surprise that immediately brought the others to his side. And surely we could not have made a more important discovery, or one that could have been more satisfactory. It was a SKELETON OF A HUMAN BEING lying beside a stone fountain. The fountain was located in what was evidently a large court or very wide street, and from it a stream of water flowed into a large stone basin and thence into an aqueduct the length and termination of which we had not the time or opportunity to explore. Some of the party, who had the curiosity and the thirst to test the purity of this water, drank a small quantity and pronounced it very sweet and nice but strongly impregnated with limestone.
But the curiosity was the skeleton and over this a long consultation was held, some of the lamps having been extinguished to provide against the possible contingency of being left in the dark. Mr. Morehouse, who had a tape line with him measured the bones of the leg. The femur measured four and a half feet, and the tibia four feet and three inches, showing that the creature, when alive, must have been endowed with both muscular power and quick action. The head bones had in two places separated, the sagittal and the coronal suturis having been destroyed. The party judged, from the best information to be obtained on so a short time, that the skeleton is about three times as large as that of an average man, but they were afraid to attempt its removal this morning with the poor appliances at hand. Consequently it was left where found, to be removed at the earliest hour that the work can be done.
The implements found embrace BRONZE AND FLINT KNIVES, stone and granite hammers, metallic saws of rude workmanship but proved metal, and others of a similar character. They are not so highly polished nor so accurately made as those now finished by our best mechanics, but they show skill and an evidence of advanced civilization that are positively wonderful.
While delighted at the wonders encountered we were notified by certain unmistakable indications that we must go above or that we were likely to be left in this city of the dead, as its inhabitants were ages ago. Accordingly, we began the ascent, carrying with us the unquestionable evidences of the wonders we had found, one of them bring the ulna of the left arm of the skeleton found. We reached the surface of the earth at 6 o’clock this morning, having been entombed thirteen hours, but with a knowledge of facts that reach back in history cycles or eons.
ESTES
A short time ago, he again began operations and finally reached a stratum of semi-liquid bitumen, which became more and more inspissated as the miners went into the bowls of the earth. This bitumen, or naphtha, or asphaltum – for your correspondent is not sufficiently versed in geology to give it a technical title – did not continue through any considerable depth, but encouraged the proprietor of the enterprise to go ahead, and he did it with the most remarkable success.
After reaching the depth of 360 feet the workmen struck igneous matter of basaltic formation, so hard and firm that the picks and other instruments employed to be useless until still further hardened. This difficulty was finally overcome and the work was prosecuted with more than ordinary vigor.
Saturday morning Mr. Collins came into the city under a high state of excitement and announced to some of his personal friends that he had found a buried city at a depth of 360 feet below the surface of the earth. Of course, his friends laughed at his apparent delusion, and thought the long strain upon his mental and physical energies had distorted his reason. But, keeping the subject as quiet as possible, he invited his friends to visit his mine and verify his statements. Accordingly a small company, consisting of Charles F. Campbell, a prominent real estate dealer; R. A. Wilson, also a real estate dealer and experienced operator of coal mines; Gid. Morehouse, a practical miner of long and successful experience; David Coates, city recorder; George Keating, city marshal; George M. Barrett, a merchant of Topeka, Kas.; Grafton Gorcy, an old printer, and your correspondent, set 5 o’clock yesterday afternoon to visit the mine and descend into the shaft. At the appointed time the company was on hand and the descent began. It is useless to describe to anyone who has ever descended into a mine, the nausea, the foul, damp, disagreeable odor and the sense of “goneness” experienced by those who dwell on the surface when for the first time they go down to those Cyclopean deeps. It is sufficient to say that the party arrived in safety at the bottom of the shaft.
But here a scene awaited them that they had certainly not anticipated. The apparent lava crust at the bottom of the mine had been broken in only one place, and this was barely sufficient to admit the body of one man at a time. The most adventurous hesitated before going to a new world or rather what seemed to be the womb of our upper world. But with characteristic courage, and stimulated by the remarkable stories Mr. Collins had told, Mr. Gid. Morehouse, the experienced miner, began the further descent. The others waited for orders from below. Soon it was announced, from a depth which seems to be greater than which we had traveled, that the adventurer was not only safe, but that, like the queen of Sheba who inspecting the wonders of Solomon’s magnificence, the half had not been revealed.
In less than an hour our party of nine, including Mr. Collins, had safely descended into a LITERAL WORLD OF WONDERS. Here were evidences of a remote but advanced civilization, such as may well cause the scientific to wonder. Of course our explorations were brief, as we could not have anticipated the discovery we were so fortunate as to make, and our feelings of awe almost paralyzed our curiosity.
The place in which we found ourselves, as well as we could judge by the dim and flickering light of the miners’ lamps, seemed to be a chamber of indeterminable extent, possibly fifty feet below the bottom of the mine, we had entered, with an irregularly arched roof and putting obstructions here and there. When these obstructions view closely examined they proved to be walls that had evidently been constructed by the labor of human hands, and were not a product of any violent volcanic action. Symmetry was observed, and skill could everywhere be seen. The party became enthusiastic, and though it seemed as if we had descended to the very charnel house of long buried ages, the more curious could not be restrained from following the bent of their inclinations and exploring this VAST CAVERN of indescribable and awe inspiring wonders. Though a little timid and by no means included to break the monotony of that entombed silence, your correspondent was forced to penetrate the gloomy void and behold things that to him were absolutely beyond his belief had he not witnessed them with his own eyes that were neither sleeping not deceived. Near the floor to which all of us had descended was a wall of massive stone and somewhat rude but intelligent masonry. These walls were of bala limestone, dark colored hard and firm texture and capable of withstanding immense pressure. Fragments of them were chipped off and brought to the surface. The stone was not unlike the blue limestone found on the surface in this immediate neighborhood. Evidently tools of fine quality had been used in preparing the blocks for the walls, as their surface showed that they had been roughly dressed before being placed in position. These blocks are of irregular, triangular, and even oval, but they were put there by the skill of those who understood the art of masonry.
Moving along by this wall the party in a short time came to an open space which on close inspection proved to be the entrance to a WIDE AULA OR HALL of the building we had just been inspecting. Before we had been picking our way over irregular places in the floor, over fragments of stone and what appeared to be a street covered with asphaltum or other similar substance. But when we entered the hall the floor was smooth and within a few feet from the entrance there was not even an obstruction of dust. We marched slowly and cautiously along this hall till another opening presented itself on out left and we filed in. Here was the very DISCOVERY OF DISCOVERIES.
A large room, probably 65 by 100 feet in extent, showed itself dimly by the light of our tapers. It was about 20 or 25 feet from floor to ceiling, and had evidently been lighted from the top, though there were openings in the walls where, from appearances, great oaken blinds or doors had once been. These doors had rotted, and only small portions of them remained, small bits of which we chipped off with our knives as souvenirs of our visit. Further examination showed that this room had been used as a workshop but mechanics who had been at work long before Huram’s artificers hewed the architecture for Solomon’s temple. On each side near the walls, and also in the center, were found tables or benches where they had fashioned the work of their hands. These benches were of stone, and there were but few evidences of the character of work done. The wood that had been employed was damp, rotten and so covered with mold as to be almost indistinguishable in shape, and when touched, crumbled to dust. Tools were found on the benches, the handles of which had long since rotted away. But the tools themselves were in a good state of preservation and show that they were fashioned by master mechanics. A number of them were brought to the surface and are now exposed to the gaze of the curious.
While the main body of our party were examining this room, Mr. Charles Campbell, carried away his enthusiasm, had been exploring still farther and found another room of similar dimensions and made a discovery that in his excited state of mind, CAME NEAR CAUSING HIS DEATH. It was a room partially fitted with specimens of antique art, small statuettes and larger statues met his gaze on every hand, and it was touching one of these, which fell with a loud crash, that he imperiled his safety. But he had had made a discovery which was worth a life to have made, though the accident extinguished his lamp. The noise of the falling statue and the frantic cries of Mr. Campbell caught the sensitive ears of the party, all of whom went to his assistance. On approaching the door he warned the man to be cautious as there was danger of accidents from the same cause he experienced. But the party entered the room and here were found NUMEROUS FIGURES IN STONE and a species of bronze. The latter is not like that used in the present day, but is a combination of metals, of which perhaps tin was the smallest ingredient, as it is devoid of luster. Several of the smaller images, some of them exceedingly grotesque in form, were secured by the party. All of the figures were fashioned by workmen who understood the use of the implements they used, and on consultation that the room had been used as a store house for the gods of the strange people who made and worshipped them.
But the most peculiar and exciting discovery of the day had yet to be made. The members of the party had paid little or no attention to the passage of time, their curiosity and interest increasing as some wonder was developed. An enthusiastic archaeologist would scarcely have thought that we had already been in THE SUBTERRANEAN CITY for several hours, and that, like the foolish virgins, we had neglected to provide sufficient oil to keep our lamps trimmed and burning for a very extensive survey of this newly found world. A discussion in the party showed that we were approaching midnight, but still none of us were anxious to go above till we had more than satisfied ourselves that our senses were not deceiving us, and that we were in our own persons actually and undoubtedly processed of tools, implements and images made ages ago by an unknown and prehistoric race. But the flickering of some of the lamps warned us that our visit could not be prolonged with safety, and it was decided to ascend to the open air.
On leaving the room, or hall, we had been visiting for some time, each man with tools, implements, images and other specimens of our great discovery, led by Mr. Morehouse, who has for many years been accustomed to thread the narrow passages of deep mines, one of the party, Mr. George Barrett, who had wandered somewhat from the balance of the company, used an exclamation of surprise that immediately brought the others to his side. And surely we could not have made a more important discovery, or one that could have been more satisfactory. It was a SKELETON OF A HUMAN BEING lying beside a stone fountain. The fountain was located in what was evidently a large court or very wide street, and from it a stream of water flowed into a large stone basin and thence into an aqueduct the length and termination of which we had not the time or opportunity to explore. Some of the party, who had the curiosity and the thirst to test the purity of this water, drank a small quantity and pronounced it very sweet and nice but strongly impregnated with limestone.
But the curiosity was the skeleton and over this a long consultation was held, some of the lamps having been extinguished to provide against the possible contingency of being left in the dark. Mr. Morehouse, who had a tape line with him measured the bones of the leg. The femur measured four and a half feet, and the tibia four feet and three inches, showing that the creature, when alive, must have been endowed with both muscular power and quick action. The head bones had in two places separated, the sagittal and the coronal suturis having been destroyed. The party judged, from the best information to be obtained on so a short time, that the skeleton is about three times as large as that of an average man, but they were afraid to attempt its removal this morning with the poor appliances at hand. Consequently it was left where found, to be removed at the earliest hour that the work can be done.
The implements found embrace BRONZE AND FLINT KNIVES, stone and granite hammers, metallic saws of rude workmanship but proved metal, and others of a similar character. They are not so highly polished nor so accurately made as those now finished by our best mechanics, but they show skill and an evidence of advanced civilization that are positively wonderful.
While delighted at the wonders encountered we were notified by certain unmistakable indications that we must go above or that we were likely to be left in this city of the dead, as its inhabitants were ages ago. Accordingly, we began the ascent, carrying with us the unquestionable evidences of the wonders we had found, one of them bring the ulna of the left arm of the skeleton found. We reached the surface of the earth at 6 o’clock this morning, having been entombed thirteen hours, but with a knowledge of facts that reach back in history cycles or eons.
ESTES
NOT HALF TOLD.
The St. Louis, Mo. Evening Chronicle, April 9, 1885
FURTHER STARTLING DEVELOPMENTS FROM MOBERLY CONCERNING THE DISCOVERY OF THE HIDDEN CITY. A SECOND EXPEDITION PAY THE PLACE A VISIT AND ENCOUNTER PETRIFIED HUMAN BEINGS, IDOLS, MEDICINE MORTARS, BATTLE AXES, SCIMITARS, ETC., ETC. A LOST RIVER SIMILAR TO THAT IN MAMMOTH CAVE. A COMMISSION OF GEOLOGISTS WILL INVESTIGATE.
The St. Louis, Mo. Evening Chronicle, April 9, 1885
FURTHER STARTLING DEVELOPMENTS FROM MOBERLY CONCERNING THE DISCOVERY OF THE HIDDEN CITY. A SECOND EXPEDITION PAY THE PLACE A VISIT AND ENCOUNTER PETRIFIED HUMAN BEINGS, IDOLS, MEDICINE MORTARS, BATTLE AXES, SCIMITARS, ETC., ETC. A LOST RIVER SIMILAR TO THAT IN MAMMOTH CAVE. A COMMISSION OF GEOLOGISTS WILL INVESTIGATE.
Moberly, Mo., April 9., - [Special] – Further developments concerning the relics of antiquitous times discovered in the great Tom Collins coal shaft have been made. As yet the explorers of this ancient subterranean abode are at a loss to discover what race of people occupied this buried city, which probably dates back to time immemorial. The names of the parties comprising the second exploring expedition of this wonderful underground former habitation were representative citizens of Moberly, among them being Messrs. Chas. McGowen, George Conway, L. B. Forney, C. A. Bridges, and others. In a day or two it is stated, a commission of geologists will be here, who will give the place a thorough investigation and endeavor to enlighten the minds of the doubting and disbelieving.
The latest and most important discovery is the life-size petrifaction of pure stone, consisting of a mother mounted upon a rudely constructed chair nursing an infant at her breast.
Next to this comes an object in the shape of a man, kneeling in prayer, worshipping a three-headed idol similar to that of the ancient God Isis, which is so prominently mentioned in Peter Parley’s Universal History.
As we proceeded farther we found a small stream coursing through the cave similar to that of Lost river, so prominently noted in the great Mammoth Cave of Kentucky.
Besides these formidable wonders, there are to be found all manner of relics, such as battle-axes, pikes, tomahawks, scimitars, etc. There are also to be found objects which indicate that civilizations existed at some remote period. They comprise chairs of stones, medicine mortars, relics of an ancient grist-mill, and other articles too numerous to note.
The whole affair has set the community ablaze with excitement and various speculations exist regarding the wonderful discoveries made. Of course it all reads and sounds like a story pertaining to mythology, but “truth is might and will prevail,” and the doubtful individual had only to call, when he can be shown the wonderful underground objects described above.
The latest and most important discovery is the life-size petrifaction of pure stone, consisting of a mother mounted upon a rudely constructed chair nursing an infant at her breast.
Next to this comes an object in the shape of a man, kneeling in prayer, worshipping a three-headed idol similar to that of the ancient God Isis, which is so prominently mentioned in Peter Parley’s Universal History.
As we proceeded farther we found a small stream coursing through the cave similar to that of Lost river, so prominently noted in the great Mammoth Cave of Kentucky.
Besides these formidable wonders, there are to be found all manner of relics, such as battle-axes, pikes, tomahawks, scimitars, etc. There are also to be found objects which indicate that civilizations existed at some remote period. They comprise chairs of stones, medicine mortars, relics of an ancient grist-mill, and other articles too numerous to note.
The whole affair has set the community ablaze with excitement and various speculations exist regarding the wonderful discoveries made. Of course it all reads and sounds like a story pertaining to mythology, but “truth is might and will prevail,” and the doubtful individual had only to call, when he can be shown the wonderful underground objects described above.
The Retractions
Logansport, Indiana, Daily Pharos, April 11, 1885
Chicago, April 11 – The press dispatch from St. Louis Wednesday last, purported to give an account of the discovery of a subterranean city in Moberly, Mo., created great excitement in historical circles of this city, and many inquiries were made as to its authenticity. A dispatch was sent to Mr. Kelly, editor of The Monitor at Moberly, as to the whether the alleged discovery was true or false. In reply Mr. Kelly wires the United Press as follows: “The story is an April hoax. Not a word of truth in it.”
ENTIRELY FICTITIOUS.
The True Story of Mr. Tim Collins’ Coal Mine.
Daily Evening Bulletin, April 13, 1885
The True Story of Mr. Tim Collins’ Coal Mine.
Daily Evening Bulletin, April 13, 1885
SEDALIA, MO., April 13.—Mr. Tim Collins, of Moberly, Mo., who was in the city, states that the sensational story of a buried city being discovered under his coal shaft is a sheer fabrication designed to do him great injury. No such discovery, or anything like it, he says, has been made. The names of parties as given are fictitious.
He has not himself been in Moberly this week. His shaft is not 360 feet, but only 265 feet deep, and terminates in a six-foot coal vein, which is being successfully worked. He has not, and never has had, any business connection with Britton A. Hill, or any other St. Louis party, and no Sedalia parties are assisting him financially. He expects to return home, and says he is going east in a few days to secure funds for enlarging his mining facilities, and claims his mine is the best ever opened in the state.
He has not himself been in Moberly this week. His shaft is not 360 feet, but only 265 feet deep, and terminates in a six-foot coal vein, which is being successfully worked. He has not, and never has had, any business connection with Britton A. Hill, or any other St. Louis party, and no Sedalia parties are assisting him financially. He expects to return home, and says he is going east in a few days to secure funds for enlarging his mining facilities, and claims his mine is the best ever opened in the state.
Chariton Courier, April 24, 1885
The St. Louis Evening Chronicle published a sensational account last week concerning the finding of a lost city 360 feet underground in Moberly. In last Saturday's issue of the same paper is published an apology for the publication of the hoax, in which the editor would make its readers believe that he was the victim of a misplaced confidence in one J. W. Estes, his correspondent and who is also on the editorial staff of the Moderly Headlight, and that in order to atone to his readers and punish his untruthful correspondent had sent a special correspondent to Moberly, who proceeded to horsewhip the aforesaid Estes in the most approved style of the art. Query: Who told the biggest lie, Estes or the special reporter?
A Base Fabrication.
Rockingham Register, April 30, 1885
Rockingham Register, April 30, 1885
In our last week’s issue we published quite a lengthy article taken from the Saint Louis, Mo., Chronicle, giving what purported to be an account of a most marvelous discovery at Moberly, in that State, in the shape of a buried city, surpassing, the wonders of Pompeii. We published the article because the paper containing it was sent us by H. A. Paul, one of Harrisonburg’s boys, now a resident of Moberly. We have since found out that it was a miserable fabrication, the only truth connected with it being that there is a hole in the ground at that point made by a shaft's having been sunk in search of coal, which is now filled with two hundred feet of water. It was interesting reading, however, if for no other reason than to show how thoroughly the art of lying has been mastered in these latter times. We will settle the matter with Al. the next time we see him.
The Real Story
A MISSOURI POMPEII.
Moberly Daily Monitor, July 22, 1905
DEATH OF JOHN G. PROVINES RECALLS A STORY THAT INTERESTED THE WHOLE WORLD
Moberly Daily Monitor, July 22, 1905
DEATH OF JOHN G. PROVINES RECALLS A STORY THAT INTERESTED THE WHOLE WORLD
The death of Col. John G. Provines recalls a story which will be of interest to old timers and new as well.
Col. Provines was editor of the Moberly Daily Monitor when the well known Buck Kelly was shoving this paper to the front by his indomitable energy. Provines, however, was the only man connected with it who had a finished education. In the Monitor office he was not only authority on literature, history, religion and politics, but the printers would consult him on the spelling, definition and division of words, because there didn’t happen to be an Unabridged in the shop in the early ’80s.
Johnnie Estes, a young man of 22, was “city editor” of the Monitor. He was also correspondent for a St. Louis afternoon newspaper. Estes was a bright boy as was ever thrown upon the world to make his own way, but he knew his educational limitations and took Provines as his tutor. Although many years separated them, the two became warm friends – almost chums.
One day Estes came in with an unusual “story.”
“Colonel,” he said, “I’ve got something good. They’ve been blasting in the south entry in Tim Collins’ coal mine, and run into a buried city!” (Collins’ mine is on what is known as Kerry Patch Hill on north Ault street.)
“A buried city?”
“You bet! Stone houses, theatres, mosques and all that. Found some stone coffins, burial vaults and a car load of mummies.”
“Humph!”
“That’s a fact. Tim said so. Now I want you to ….”
Estes outlined his plan. The editor-in-chief acquiesced. The St. Louis paper agreed to take 10,000 words by mail. Col. Provines wrote the story of the buried city, with Estes setting on his elbow, handing out the “facts.” It made “good stuff”. The colonel had studied the history and discoveries at Pompeii, and other towns that had been obliterated by volcanoes and earthquakes. The job was one to his liking and he did the subject justice. He created dazzling stalactites, peristyle, imposing statuary, fountains and gorgeous thrones. In fact nothing was omitted peculiar to the luxurious life of Pagan nobility.
Estes took the precaution to have two citizens sign their attesting marks to the thriller. The St. Louis paper took the whole thing without a grunt. It made a page. It was not until newspapers of the Mississippi Valley and some as far out as New York began telegraphing for pictures and sending out staff correspondence that the little subterfuge of the enterprising reporter was discovered.
Then his St. Louis paper sent up a man to look into the matter. Estes was out of town that day.
The tale of the buried city went across the water. A German professor wrote to the Mayor of Moberly for further details. Every train brought in sight seers, and for a few days the railroads generously made excursion rates to Moberly’s Pompeii.
The incident hurt neither Provines nor Estes. In fact the people of Moberly congratulated them many times over the handsome manner in which they fixed up the story and because of the fine advertisement it had proven for the town. Tim Collins was about the only man who was pestered by the joke. He had to put up a sign on his property which read as follows:
“No burryied sity lunaticks aloud on these premises.”
Col. Provines was editor of the Moberly Daily Monitor when the well known Buck Kelly was shoving this paper to the front by his indomitable energy. Provines, however, was the only man connected with it who had a finished education. In the Monitor office he was not only authority on literature, history, religion and politics, but the printers would consult him on the spelling, definition and division of words, because there didn’t happen to be an Unabridged in the shop in the early ’80s.
Johnnie Estes, a young man of 22, was “city editor” of the Monitor. He was also correspondent for a St. Louis afternoon newspaper. Estes was a bright boy as was ever thrown upon the world to make his own way, but he knew his educational limitations and took Provines as his tutor. Although many years separated them, the two became warm friends – almost chums.
One day Estes came in with an unusual “story.”
“Colonel,” he said, “I’ve got something good. They’ve been blasting in the south entry in Tim Collins’ coal mine, and run into a buried city!” (Collins’ mine is on what is known as Kerry Patch Hill on north Ault street.)
“A buried city?”
“You bet! Stone houses, theatres, mosques and all that. Found some stone coffins, burial vaults and a car load of mummies.”
“Humph!”
“That’s a fact. Tim said so. Now I want you to ….”
Estes outlined his plan. The editor-in-chief acquiesced. The St. Louis paper agreed to take 10,000 words by mail. Col. Provines wrote the story of the buried city, with Estes setting on his elbow, handing out the “facts.” It made “good stuff”. The colonel had studied the history and discoveries at Pompeii, and other towns that had been obliterated by volcanoes and earthquakes. The job was one to his liking and he did the subject justice. He created dazzling stalactites, peristyle, imposing statuary, fountains and gorgeous thrones. In fact nothing was omitted peculiar to the luxurious life of Pagan nobility.
Estes took the precaution to have two citizens sign their attesting marks to the thriller. The St. Louis paper took the whole thing without a grunt. It made a page. It was not until newspapers of the Mississippi Valley and some as far out as New York began telegraphing for pictures and sending out staff correspondence that the little subterfuge of the enterprising reporter was discovered.
Then his St. Louis paper sent up a man to look into the matter. Estes was out of town that day.
The tale of the buried city went across the water. A German professor wrote to the Mayor of Moberly for further details. Every train brought in sight seers, and for a few days the railroads generously made excursion rates to Moberly’s Pompeii.
The incident hurt neither Provines nor Estes. In fact the people of Moberly congratulated them many times over the handsome manner in which they fixed up the story and because of the fine advertisement it had proven for the town. Tim Collins was about the only man who was pestered by the joke. He had to put up a sign on his property which read as follows:
“No burryied sity lunaticks aloud on these premises.”
