Wind River Mountaineer no. 5
October 28, 1899
Page 2
In Memory of Little Leslie Battrum
He was his father's hope
And his mother's joy,
A kind and loving son
A good and truthful boy.
He loved his sisters dearly
And if perchance he caused them pain,
He was sure to go and kiss them,
And make up friends again.
He was never selfish like
A good many little boys,
But was always willing
To divide his candy and his toys.
This world is full of sadness,
No matter where you roam,
And God knows best of all
And He has called him home.
He is now amongst the angels
Away up in the sky;
And he will watch for loved ones
Who will meet him, bye and bye.
He will meet them on the golden shore.
There will be no parting there
But peace and happiness for evermore.
J.M.C.∼Wind River Mountaineer
Saturday, September 30, 1899
Page 3
Cruel Fate
Seems an applicable term to the one which was meted out to little Leslie, the five-year-old-son of Mr. and Mrs. A. P. Battrum at their Little Popo-Agie ranch last Tuesday.
The little fellow, the pride of the household, had accompanied his father to the field for a load of grain and upon their return to the house he was lifted from the wagon and in childish glee playfully strolled near the horses' hoofs when one of the animals looking back kicked the child on the neck with such force as to cause instant death. The unhappy parents thinking there might still be a ray of hope summoned Dr. Callaway but he being absent Druggist Keister at once went to the scene but found the child's neck broken and life extinct.
The funeral was held at the M. E. Church Thursday at 2:30 p. m. Rev. Ramsey conducting the services. A large number viewed the childish form reposing in a lovely white casket in a bed of flowers and all, though unable to express their sorrow, sympathized with the parents and family over the cruel fate of their darling.
The remains were interred in the I. O. O. F. cemetery.
October 28, 1899
Page 2
In Memory of Little Leslie Battrum
He was his father's hope
And his mother's joy,
A kind and loving son
A good and truthful boy.
He loved his sisters dearly
And if perchance he caused them pain,
He was sure to go and kiss them,
And make up friends again.
He was never selfish like
A good many little boys,
But was always willing
To divide his candy and his toys.
This world is full of sadness,
No matter where you roam,
And God knows best of all
And He has called him home.
He is now amongst the angels
Away up in the sky;
And he will watch for loved ones
Who will meet him, bye and bye.
He will meet them on the golden shore.
There will be no parting there
But peace and happiness for evermore.
J.M.C.∼Wind River Mountaineer
Saturday, September 30, 1899
Page 3
Cruel Fate
Seems an applicable term to the one which was meted out to little Leslie, the five-year-old-son of Mr. and Mrs. A. P. Battrum at their Little Popo-Agie ranch last Tuesday.
The little fellow, the pride of the household, had accompanied his father to the field for a load of grain and upon their return to the house he was lifted from the wagon and in childish glee playfully strolled near the horses' hoofs when one of the animals looking back kicked the child on the neck with such force as to cause instant death. The unhappy parents thinking there might still be a ray of hope summoned Dr. Callaway but he being absent Druggist Keister at once went to the scene but found the child's neck broken and life extinct.
The funeral was held at the M. E. Church Thursday at 2:30 p. m. Rev. Ramsey conducting the services. A large number viewed the childish form reposing in a lovely white casket in a bed of flowers and all, though unable to express their sorrow, sympathized with the parents and family over the cruel fate of their darling.
The remains were interred in the I. O. O. F. cemetery.
Wind River Mountaineer no. 5
October 28, 1899
Page 2
In Memory of Little Leslie Battrum
He was his father's hope
And his mother's joy,
A kind and loving son
A good and truthful boy.
He loved his sisters dearly
And if perchance he caused them pain,
He was sure to go and kiss them,
And make up friends again.
He was never selfish like
A good many little boys,
But was always willing
To divide his candy and his toys.
This world is full of sadness,
No matter where you roam,
And God knows best of all
And He has called him home.
He is now amongst the angels
Away up in the sky;
And he will watch for loved ones
Who will meet him, bye and bye.
He will meet them on the golden shore.
There will be no parting there
But peace and happiness for evermore.
J.M.C.∼Wind River Mountaineer
Saturday, September 30, 1899
Page 3
Cruel Fate
Seems an applicable term to the one which was meted out to little Leslie, the five-year-old-son of Mr. and Mrs. A. P. Battrum at their Little Popo-Agie ranch last Tuesday.
The little fellow, the pride of the household, had accompanied his father to the field for a load of grain and upon their return to the house he was lifted from the wagon and in childish glee playfully strolled near the horses' hoofs when one of the animals looking back kicked the child on the neck with such force as to cause instant death. The unhappy parents thinking there might still be a ray of hope summoned Dr. Callaway but he being absent Druggist Keister at once went to the scene but found the child's neck broken and life extinct.
The funeral was held at the M. E. Church Thursday at 2:30 p. m. Rev. Ramsey conducting the services. A large number viewed the childish form reposing in a lovely white casket in a bed of flowers and all, though unable to express their sorrow, sympathized with the parents and family over the cruel fate of their darling.
The remains were interred in the I. O. O. F. cemetery.
October 28, 1899
Page 2
In Memory of Little Leslie Battrum
He was his father's hope
And his mother's joy,
A kind and loving son
A good and truthful boy.
He loved his sisters dearly
And if perchance he caused them pain,
He was sure to go and kiss them,
And make up friends again.
He was never selfish like
A good many little boys,
But was always willing
To divide his candy and his toys.
This world is full of sadness,
No matter where you roam,
And God knows best of all
And He has called him home.
He is now amongst the angels
Away up in the sky;
And he will watch for loved ones
Who will meet him, bye and bye.
He will meet them on the golden shore.
There will be no parting there
But peace and happiness for evermore.
J.M.C.∼Wind River Mountaineer
Saturday, September 30, 1899
Page 3
Cruel Fate
Seems an applicable term to the one which was meted out to little Leslie, the five-year-old-son of Mr. and Mrs. A. P. Battrum at their Little Popo-Agie ranch last Tuesday.
The little fellow, the pride of the household, had accompanied his father to the field for a load of grain and upon their return to the house he was lifted from the wagon and in childish glee playfully strolled near the horses' hoofs when one of the animals looking back kicked the child on the neck with such force as to cause instant death. The unhappy parents thinking there might still be a ray of hope summoned Dr. Callaway but he being absent Druggist Keister at once went to the scene but found the child's neck broken and life extinct.
The funeral was held at the M. E. Church Thursday at 2:30 p. m. Rev. Ramsey conducting the services. A large number viewed the childish form reposing in a lovely white casket in a bed of flowers and all, though unable to express their sorrow, sympathized with the parents and family over the cruel fate of their darling.
The remains were interred in the I. O. O. F. cemetery.
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