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Morgan Bonaparte Mizell
One of the most colorful characters in early Desoto County was "Bone" Mizell. He was born in 1863 in the Horse Creek settlement in Manatee County. His father, Morgan, and his uncle Enoch were early pioneers of the area.
Bone worked in the cattle industry most of his life, first for his father, then worked at various times for cattle baron, Eli O. Morgan, the Parker Brothers, and was forman for Ziba king. He worked the cattle ranges that stretched from Orlando and south to the upper Everglades.
Bone was six feet tall, with a lean rawboned face that was tanned a deep brown, from all the years that he spent outdoors. It's said that he slept on the ground more than he ever slept in a bed. He spoke with a lisp and a slight wheeze, and was teased by his boyhood friends. He developed a sharp wit in defense and was a notorious prankster. Former Desoto County Sheriff, Les Dishong, once said that just the way he looked and talked made you laugh. Life-long Desoto resident, Gene Harn, said that "Bone didn't mean to be funny, it just came out that way."
He was uneducated, barely able to write his name, but he managed to keep accounts in his head and remembered dozens of cattle brands. He once owned a grocery store at Pine Level, but his easy going nature and generosity with friends and credit caused him to finally close the store and go back to what he loved the most, riding the range.
Bone was a hard drinking man, and knew that one day it would be the death of him. One night after the drink had gotten the best of him, a group of cowboys carried him to a cemetery and left him laying among the gravestones. When Bone woke up the next morning, he looked around, and said, "Here it is Judgment Day, and I'm the first one up."
One night he was at a poker game at the Hollingsworth's home with Zeb Parker, Russell King, A. C. Williams, Maury and A. P. Hollingsworth. Sheriff Les Dishong showed up and told them they were under arrest. One of the players said they were not playing for money, just poker chips. Sheriff Dishong said that was the same as money. The next morning in court, the players were fined eighty-five dollars. After everyone paid their fine, Bone came forward and dumped out eighty-five dollars worth of poker chips on the table. Dishong said, "Wait a minute, this ain't money." Bone replied, "You said it was yesterday."
By the late 1890's cattle rustling was rampant, and Bone was not immune to the lawlessness of the times. He was charged a number of times with rustling, altering brands and marking unmarked cattle and hogs, and it was rumored that he was stealing for a cattle king. In 1896 he was convicted and sentenced to two years in the state prison. A petition for his pardon was circulated by many of his friends, but they were told that he could not be pardoned until he actually served time. Bone was put on board a train with a brand new set of clothes, thanks to his friends, and a grand sendoff. He arrived at the prison, where the warden gave him a tour of the facilities, and invited him to dinner. Thus, having served time, he was pardoned, and Bone took the next train home.
About 1893, Bone heard that his friend, John Underhill, was dying at a cow camp at Lee Branch near Punta Gorda. He arrived to take care of John, who died a few days later. Bone and the cowboys buried him nearby. Shortly after that, a young man drifted into the country and some how teamed up with Bone. The boy told him that he was from a wealthy family that lived in New Orleans, and that he had traveled throughout the world. Eventually the boy died and Bone had him buried next to John Underhill. A few years later, the family in New Orleans, having finally learned of their sons death, sent money to the local undertaker to have his body returned to them. The undertaker paid Bone to find the grave and oversee the disinternment. Bone later confessed to his friends that on the ride out to the grave, there were two things on his mind. One, that the boy had said that he was fed up with everything, most of all traveling. Second, that friend, John Underhill, had always wanted to travel, but never had the money to do it. Bone said, "Well, sir, it didn't seem right. It seemed even less right after a few drinks to sort of fortify us for the digging job. Here was a free train ride ahead, a funeral so damned fine this country had never seen the likes of it--probably with four white horses pulling the hearse." So it was that Bone pointed to the grave of John Underhill, and told his helpers to dig.
On July 13, 1921, Bone spent the night at Joshua Creek, at the home of his friend, Leslie H. (Les) Avant. The next day he left for Arcadia by train for Fort Ogden, arriving at the village depot about eleven in the morning. He sent a wire to the Lykes Brothers in Tampa for some money, then lay down on a couch in the depot. Robert Morgan, son of E. H. Morgan, the agent for the Atlantic Coast Line Railway, said that he was worried about Bone, and asked him to sit up. Bone did so, and remarked that, "Yeah, I'd better not lay down, I might die." Robert left for lunch and when he returned found Bone lying dead on the floor. Dr. Aurin was called and pronounced Bone dead. A fellow asked him how he knew that, the doctor hadn't tested him. Dr. Aurin said, "I don't have to test him, I know that right now Old Bone would test a good 90 proof." The undertaker, L. L. Morgan entered the cause of death as "Moonshine---went to sleep and did not wake up."
Morgan Bonaparte "Bone" Mizell's funeral was held the next day at the home of his nephew, Jesse Mizell Jr., and he was buried at Joshua Creek Cemetery. He was fifty-eight years old. His pallbearers were Leonard Smith, Henry Avant, J. M. Alderman, W. H. Seward, Paul Spear, and Hooker Parker.
The famed painter, Frederic
Remeington, visited the area in 1885, where he documented the cowboys
everyday life. One painting shows Bone on his horse, with his dog
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