The Merciless and Sorrowful Case of the Meeks Massacre (Missouri, 1894)

Welcome back to History Mark. I’m glad you’re here. The case for today comes from Lynn County, Missouri in the year 1894. A farm family of five with a sixth child on the way. On a spring night, they climbed into a neighbor’s wagon believing they were being driven to a new life.

 Only one of them would ever be seen alive again. A six-year-old girl who walked out of the dark the next morning and knocked on a stranger’s door. And this is what is known about what happened to the Meeks family, about the two brothers who stood trial for it, and about the one who vanished into legend. Early on the morning of the 11th of May, 1894, a woman named Mrs.

 John Carter answered a knock at her farmhouse door in rural Lynn County, Missouri. Standing on her step was a small girl. Her clothes were torn, her face was stre with dirt and dried blood, and there was a deep wound across her forehead. She could barely form her words. But what she managed to say was this.

 Her father, her mother, and her little sisters had been killed in the night, and she had survived only because the men who did it believed she was dead. The girl’s name was Nelly Meeks. Most accounts give her age as six. Some contemporary newspapers said seven or eight. Whatever her exact age, she had spent the night buried under straw beside her family, had freed herself around daylight, and had walked alone across open farmland to reach that door.

 There was no man at the Carter house that morning, so Mrs. Carter sent her young son, a boy of about 9 or 10 named Jimmy, out with Nelly to see whether the girl’s story could possibly be true. Nelly led him across the fields to an old straw stack standing in a freshly planted cornfield. Jimmy looked where she pointed and then the two children turned and ran for home.

 What Nelly had shown him would become one of the most notorious crimes in the history of Missouri. To understand how a family of five ended up beneath that straw stack, we have to go back and look at two other families and at the money, the cattle, and the courtroom that bound them together.

 The town of Browning sits in north central Missouri in farm country near the line between Lynn and Sullivan counties. In the early 1890s, the most prominent men in that district were two brothers, George E. Taylor and William P. Taylor. The Tailor were not rough frontier characters. They were on paper exactly the kind of men a small town builds itself around.

 William was a graduate of the University of Missouri’s law school. He had served in the Missouri General Assembly. He worked as a bank cashier and was co-owner of the People’s Exchange Bank in Browning. Both brothers owned farmland southeast of town. They were wealthy, educated, connected, and respected. But by the early 1890s, the respectability had started to come apart.

 The Taylor brothers stood charged in two counties with forgery for writing false bankdrafts. They were indicted for arson. They were indicted for larseny. And they were charged with cattle rustling, specifically with the theft of 31 head of cattle from a farmer named W. McCullik of Milan. That is where the second family enters the story.

 Gus Meeks was a tenant farmer who worked land owned by the tailor and labored in their cattle operation. Gus was a poor man with a wife, Delora, and three small daughters, Nelly, four-year-old Hattie, and Mary called my who was 18 months old. Delora was expecting the couple’s fourth child.

 When the cattle rustling case broke open, it was Gus Meeks, the hired man, who was charged alongside his employers. Gus pleaded guilty. He was sentenced to the state penitentiary. The wealthy tailor with their lawyers and their standing remained free men awaiting trial. And then about a month before the killings, the state of Missouri made Gus Meeks an offer.

 The governor would pardon him and set him free. On one condition, Gus Meeks would take the witness stand and testify against George and William Taylor. Gus accepted. He came home to his family. And from that moment, the most dangerous thing in Gus Meeks’s life was not the penitentiary. It was what he knew. The Taylor brothers trial was approaching and Gus Meeks was the state’s witness.

So, roughly 2 weeks before that trial date, William Taylor came to Gus with a proposal. The tailor would give the Meeks family $1,000 plus a team of horses and a wagon if Gus would simply leave the country before the trial and never testify. According to local accounts, the plan was laid out in detail.

 The family would be collected at night, hidden at George Taylor’s farm through the follow wing day and then driven out of the district on the second night, reportedly bound for Oklahoma. A new start paid in full. We know this arrangement existed and not only from testimony. William Taylor put part of it in writing.

 A short note to Gus Meeks telling him to be ready at 10:00. He wrote it on stationary from the People’s Exchange Bank of Browning, and he signed it. Gus’s mother, who lived with the family, kept that letter. She would later hand it to the authorities. Think about what that offer looked like from inside the Meek’s household.

 $1,000 was more money than a tenant farmer might clear in years. But Delora Meeks was uneasy when the wagon came on the night of the 10th of May 1894. The original plan appears to have been for Gus to travel first. Delora refused to be separated from her husband. She feared for his life if he rode off alone with the tailor.

 And so she insisted that the whole family go together, herself, Nelly, Hattie, and baby my bundled into the back of the wagon in the dark. She believed her presence and the presence of three small children would keep her husband safe. It is one of the most painful facts in this entire case. She was protecting him the only way she could.

 The wagon rolled east out of Browning toward the Taylor Farms. It went up a long hill near a country burial ground called Jenkins Cemetery. And on that hill, the journey ended. What happened next was described days later by the only living witness, a child. Nelly told the doctor who examined her and then the coroner’s inquest what she had seen from the back of the wagon and her account was recorded.

 Out of respect for this family, I will keep this part brief as the facts deserve. Nelly said that as the wagon climbed the hill, the younger of the two men, the one without whiskers, complained that his feet were cold, got down, and walked along beside the wagon. Then he shot her father. Gus jumped from the wagon and tried to run.

 Her mother screamed and tried to jump as well, and she and one of Nelly’s sisters were shot. The two youngest were attacked as well. In Nelly’s’s own words, “Then they hit me in the head and I went to sleep. She was 6 years old, and that was how she described losing consciousness.” Investigators would later confirm the scene on that hillside road.

 They found where the bodies had fallen. They found a bullet lodged in a tree beside the road. It was said to be standing there still a century later. and they recovered a revolver with three chambers fired and a heavy stone. The wagon then carried its silent load about two more miles past George Taylor’s own house and out into his freshly planted cornfield to an old straw pile.

 And here we come to a detail that tells us this was not a crime of sudden rage. Waiting beside that straw stack was a grave that had already been dug. 2 ft wide, 3 and 1/2 ft long, 16 in deep. It had been prepared in advance for one body. Five were placed into it and covered over with straw. Nelly was still alive. She was thrown down with her family, and she would remember one of the men kicking her and declaring that they were all dead now.

 She remembered being covered, struggling to breathe, and hearing the men complain that the straw would not catch. They were trying to set the stack a light and it would not burn. When searchers later examined the site, they found a wool blanket about 10 ft away that had been set on fire and was still smoldering.

 The straw’s failure to catch flame is the only reason we know this story at all. At first light, Nelly worked her way out from under the straw. She stood up in an open field, injured, alone, and looked around for help. The first house she could see belonged to George Taylor. She started to ward it and then, for reasons she was too young to ever fully explain, she stopped, looked around again, saw the Carter house standing closer, and changed direction.

 That small decision made by a wounded six-year-old at dawn may have saved her life. She walked to the Carter door roughly half a mile from the straw stack, and she knocked. While Nelly was telling her story at the Carter kitchen table, George Taylor was already out in that same cornfield with a harrow, working the soil where his wagon had rolled the night before, erasing the tracks. Mrs.

 Carter sent young Jimmy running to alert the neighbors. And on his way, the boy passed through Taylor’s field and ran straight into George Taylor himself. Jimmy, knowing nothing of who was responsible, warned him not to harrow near the straw stack because there were dead people under it. Taylor told the boy to come along to his house, said he would hitch up a team, and promised they would go and see together.

Jimmy waited outside as he was told. George Taylor hitched his horses and drove away at a dead run. Witnesses saw him tearing toward Browning, and shortly afterward saw both Taylor brothers heading east together at speed. The boy was still waiting. By the time word reached Browning, the two most prominent men in the district were fugitives.

 The coroner arrived the following day, and the district descended on that cornfield. What the community did next tells you something about the times, and none of it is easy to hear. The victims were carried to Milan in rough coffins and placed on public display in the courthouse. And when it came time to bury them, local cemeteries refused the family.

 Gus Meeks, after all, had been a convicted cattle thief. The father, the mother, the two little girls, and the unborn child were finally laid together in a single mass grave at But Cemetery southeast of a small place called Oasco. Separate small markers were later set there for Hattie and for my grave can still be visited today.

 The tailor, meanwhile, had fled south, first to Springfield, Missouri, then on into Arkansas. They lasted roughly 2 months. In June of 1894, they were taken near Batesville, Arkansas through a man named Jerry South, a member of the Arkansas legislature. By some accounts, the brothers had actually convinced South of their innocence, believing they would be cleared at trial and went back willingly.

 They offered $50,000 each in bail money. Bail was refused. Feeling in North Missouri was running at a level that is difficult to overstate. The trial was moved to Carolton in Carroll County, and as the prisoners were being transported, the sheriff received word of what was waiting at Brookfield. a mob estimated at 250 armed men, faces covered with handkerchiefs.

 The train was diverted to St. Joseph to keep the tailor alive long enough to be tried. The first trial opened at Carolton in March of 1895. The evidence was circumstantial but heavy. Neighbors testified that they had heard the tailor threaten Gus Meeks. Gus’s mother told the court of her fear that the tailor meant to kill her son.

 And there was the letter on bank stationary in William Taylor’s own hand. Others testified to hearing gunfire that night and to seeing the Taylor’s wagon on the road. Nelly remarkably did not testify at the trials. She had told her story at the coroner’s inquest. And during the court proceedings, she lived as the ward of the prosecuting attorney, a man named Pierce and his wife.

 Newspaper accounts describe her attending the trial and at times climbing up to sit on the prosecutor’s lap while the lawyers argued over the deaths of her entire family. The jury could see her forehead. After 2 days of deliberation, that first jury came back hopelessly deadlocked, seven for conviction, five against. And then came a detail that deepened the scandal.

 One juror and one alternate later reported that they had been offered $750 a piece to vote for a quiddle. Even facing the gallows, it seemed the Taylor money was still working. The prosecution regrouped for a second trial in July of 1895 and made a shrewd decision. Rather than try the brothers for all of the deaths, they would try a single count of firstdegree murder.

 The murder of Gus Meeks alone where the pre-dug grave, the letter, and the thousand lure made premeditation almost impossible to deny. The case went to the jury on the 2nd of August, 1895. The first jury had argued for 2 days. This one needed an hour and a half. Guilty. The Missouri Supreme Court upheld the verdict on appeal and George and William Taylor were sentenced to hang on the 30th of April, 1896.

They never intended to keep the appointment. On the night of the 11th of April, 1896, 19 days before the execution, the Taylor brothers broke out of the Carolton jail. They worked a bar loose from their cell, made their way up to the roof of the building, and climbed down 50 ft of hose to the ground, escaping along with another prisoner.

 William was recaptured quickly, and moved to Kansas City for safekeeping. George Taylor got away clean. So on the morning of the 30th of April 1896, only one brother stood on the scaffold in the Carolton jail before a crowd of hundreds. William P. Taylor, the law graduate, the legislator, the banker, went to his death insisting on his innocence to the last.

 He left behind a written statement to the public, blaming mob feeling and false testimony for his conviction. Prejudice and perjury convicted me, he wrote. And he closed by saying he believed he was going to heaven. Set that statement beside the note on bank stationary telling Gus Meeks to be ready at 10:00. The public was invited to believe one of those two documents.

 The jury had needed 90 minutes to choose. And what of George Taylor, the man Nelly described as walking beside the wagon on the hill? Officially, he was never brought to justice. Unofficially, he was everywhere. In February of 1897, the New York Times reported that a man believed to be George Taylor had been arrested at Hanford, California, identified by a witness from the Missouri trial.

 In July of that same year, Midwestern papers reported him seen and recognized in the Indian territory. Sightings and rumors followed for years, a story that he lived out his days as a hermit in Texas. And in the 1940s, according to accounts preserved in Lynn County, a priest from the St.

 Louis area arrived in the town of Lineius, saying he had heard the deathbed confession of a man on an island in the Mississippi River, a man who claimed to be George Taylor. I want to be honest with you here, as always. None of these stories was ever confirmed. They are folklore wrapped around an open wound. The plain record says only this.

 George Taylor climbed down a fire hose in April of 1896 and stepped out of history. The case itself, though, refused to fade. Within 2 years, a Kansas City publisher had printed a popular pamphlet telling the full story of the crime, and of, as its title put it, Little Nelly Meeks. The people of North Missouri did what rural America had always done with its deepest griefs.

They set it to music. At least two folk ballads about the Meeks family were composed and sung in the region and they were still being collected and studied by the folklorist HM Beldon as late as 1914. The same kind of living memorial in song that we saw in the Jenny Kramer case.

 Nelly Meeks grew up between the two trials. She was even exhibited for a week at a museum in St. Joseph where crowds paid to hear the famous surviving child tell her story. a decision made by the adults around her that sits very uncomfortably to today. Afterward, she was raised quietly by her maternal grandmother. She married a man named Albert Spray.

 And in 1910, still only in her early 20s, Nelly died of complications while giving birth to a daughter. She named that little girl Hattie after the 4-year-old sister she had lost on the hill by Jenin Cemetery 16 years before. All her life, people who met Nelly noticed the deep mark in her forehead. Neighbors called it a dent.

 She carried the night of the 10th of May, 1894 on her face until the day she died. It is worth pausing on what a modern investigation would have made of this case. Today, the revolver recovered near the road could be matched by forensic ballistics to the recovered bullets, including the one in the tree. The letter on bank stationery would be confirmed by forensic document examination.

 The harrowed wagon tracks would be photographed and cast before they were destroyed. And George Taylor’s 40 years of ghost sightings would almost certainly never have happened. Fingerprint files, wire photographs, and in our own era, investigative genetic genealogy have made it nearly impossible for a convicted man to simply walk out of the record and never be found.

 In 1896, all it took was a fire hose and a fast team of horses. The evidence in this case was strong for its day. What the era could not do was hold on to the man. Two questions for you today. First, William Taylor went to the gallows swearing that prejudice and perjury convicted him while George escaped and never answered for anything.

 Do you believe justice was truly served in this case? or did the Taylor money and that missing brother leave it forever unfinished? And second, this case survived for generations because ordinary farm families passed it down in songs and stories. Does your own family carry a story from the 1800s that was handed down to you and who first told it to you? Tell me in the comments.

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