John B. Williamson wasn't the type to wait around and hope. On a cold winter night in 1870, he took action, he helped, and he paid with his life. And had it not been for a single spelling alteration, I might never have found him at all.
Here’s where the story ends…or does it?
The conclusion of Eugene Fisher's story remained elusive until I went back to the foundation of it. And by rebuilding the beginning, I found the ending.
I have not found an obituary, news article, or death record for Kate Catlin. How sad to think that she could be forgotten. After today, I hope that she will be remembered.