I've identified 5 factors:
1. Peddlers often came to America from middle/Eastern Europe. They spoke little English and what they had was probably limited and broken. The came and worked, saved enough money to buy a big leather sack and some cheap goods to sell along their travels.
2. They had little or no family here to come looking if something happened to them.
3. They had long unpronounceable names that were often shortened to a nickname, or given more Anglo names.
4. They traveled in lonely places, out on the frontier and through sparsely settled countryside. They usually traveled alone.
5. As they traveled, the peddlers sold their ware from their big packs. As the supplies in the pack dwindled and the bag flattened, their flat pockets began to bulge with cash.
So: foreigners with strange names or nicknames, traveling alone in lonely country, and at times carrying a lot of cash. They were sitting ducks.
The murder tales often include the fact that the corpse was headless. Because removing the head was a simple way to hide a body's identity in the days before forensics and fingerprints. In this particular story from Summers County, WV (probably Virginia at the time), there is a slightly different twist.
From The History of Summers County West Virginia (©1908), by James H. Miller:
|Photo from my blog post about the tunnel, linked above.|
Mr. Henry Milburn saw the peddler and Gill cross the Greenbrier River near his place and they went on the the direction of Gill's. That night a Mr. Lowe who lived in the neighborhood heard the cries of distress of someone appealing for help. At first he thought the cries came from his father's and he ran in that direction on Bradshaw's Run, but discovered that the trouble was in the mountains.
The cries ceased and later in the night a great fire, was seen in the direction of Gill's. The next day it was learned that Gill's stable had burned during the night, claimed to be accidental. The peddler was never seen or heard of afterwards, and no evidence could be found of him except a piece of his trousers was found in a hollow hickory tree in the neighborhood of where the stable was burned, with a hole near the waistband, indicating and appearing to have been made by a bullet.
No arrests were made, as no evidence could be found for certain that Ratliffe was dead. A few years ago this same Harry Gill died and during his last illness the neighbors came in to attend him and administer to his wants, and during this last illness he seemed to be in great despair, although perfectly sane in mind, and he would cry out, "There is Ratliffe! Take him away!"
Finally he secured a pair of scissors and demanded to know if Ratliffe was gone. He kept hold of this weapon until his death. People were present at his death who were not in the state at the time of the disappearance of the peddler, and had never heard of him or of the circumstances. Gill lived to be an old man, and was in later years elected constable. Whether Ratliffe was killed was never known."
A strange tale, following on the heels of my last post and the story of the Civil War soldier's terrible wound and amazing recovery!
Southern West Virginia--a place of beauty, mystery, and history.
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