A band of Indians, on the way to join the Shawnee Prophet at Tippecanoe, came down on the Cross-Roads, and the Cross-Roaders bought them off with bad whiskey and sent them over to Plattville.

Nearly all the Plattville men were away, fighting under Harrison, and when they came back there were only a few half-crazy women and children left.
They'd hid in the woods.
"The men stopped just long enough to hear how it was, and started for the Cross-Roads; but the Cross-Roads people caught them in an ambush and not many of our folks got back.
"We really never did get even with them, though all the early settlers lived and died still expecting to see the day when Plattville would go over and pay off the score.

It's the same now as it was then, good stock with us, bad stock over here; and all the country riff-raff in creation come and live with 'em when other places get too hot to hold them.

Only one or two of us old folks know what the original trouble was about; but you ask a Plattville man, to-day, what he thinks of the Cross-Roads and he'll be mighty apt to say, 'I guess we'll all have to go over there some time and wipe those hoodlums out.' It's been coming to that a long time.

The work the 'Herald' did has come nearer bringing us even with Six-Cross-Roads than anything else ever has.