A Runaway Boy Found on the Frontier
A fourteen-year-old runaway, fleeing cruelty in Roslyn, finds temporary refuge with a kindly rancher after being cast off a train.
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S. P. Wright of Hatton sent word last Friday by Benj. Martin that there is at his place a runaway boy. Mr. Martin says the boy is about fourteen years of age and appears to be bright and industrious. He gives his name as Willie Smallwood, says his parents are both dead, and that he formerly lived with the family of W. B. Jonas of Roslyn, whose cruelty he could not bear, and he ran away. He managed to beat his way on a train as far as Scott, at which place the engineer put him off the train and told him to light out for some ranch. He found his way finally to Mr. Wright's, who is willing to keep the boy, but for fear someone might be anxious about him, he thought it best to have the matter published. Mr. Martin says the boy looks as though he had seen a hard life and his appearance indicated that he had been poorly fed and clothed. Mr. Martin was told that the boy was about naked when he was put off the train and that the train men gave him some old clothes, cutting off the legs of the pants and the coat sleeves to make them fit him. Mr. Martin gave Mrs. Wright $10 and told her to buy the boy a decent suit of clothes.
“Mr. Martin says the boy looks as though he had seen a hard life and his appearance indicated that he had been poorly fed and clothed.”
This story highlights the vulnerability of displaced children in the late 19th century, a time when runaway youth were often treated as vagrants rather than protected individuals. It serves as a reminder of how informal, community-led charity often stood in the gap where formal social services for abused children were absent.
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