At some time after 1872, he left home and boarded a train for Los Angles and the California gold fields. He ended up in Farmersville, Ca., and while there wrote this letter back home to his brother Orville;
Farmersville, Oct. 8, 1872
Dear Brother,
I will attempt to answer your letter that was received with much pleasure. I was glad to hear that you were so near a man, and destined to be such a large fine looking one I will have to flatter you Orville by surmising that you are the finest looking boy that Squire Wilson has. I have almost forgotten what Master Harry looks like if you and him will send me your photographs I will send each of you a gold specimen besides my photograph in return I suppose. This will do preliminaries now I will tell you something about California or at least the mining portion of it you can imagine yourself 100 miles from anyplace in the mountains and under the ground three hundred feed digging for the precious glittering metal our California God that is what we worship in this country we know no other God and I think by the way from my short experience it has become the Idol unanimously. Sometimes I am placer mining and sometimes quartz mining. At present I am quartz mining in Kern County adjoining Tulare. The quartz lays in ledges varying in size from six inches up to seven feet thick. It is a red iron looking rock and somewhat decomposed we of course dig it out of the ground and extract the gold from it through different processes that would be too tedious to mention. Mining is a very nice business in case you have good luck and if you have not good Luch it is a very unpleasant business. I am flattering myself by thinking that so far my luck has been good. I have had perfect health all the time and a sufficient quantity of (?). anyway to induce me to stay a while longer. I am anxious and very anxious to go home and see you all, but I can't stand the idea of going until I am in proper circumstances to meet you all with a clear conscience knowing that I am independent of any person for a living, this is my theme and shall be until I go. Tell Father that I will write to him soon, I want to inform him of the condition of the Frank Firebaugh estate or the peculiar disposition made of it since he wrote to him concerning the Dave Firebaugh estate.
Tell Mother that I will also write to her just as soon as I possible can tell them not to be alarmed about my welfare. I have learned to russel and am extremely careful of my health. My standard weight is 173 lbs. Orville, tell Mrs. Whitmore the first time you see her for me to just keep on that I can live without ever knowing wether she is or not if she has her back up about anything. She can just get it down again.
Present my kindest regards to all this family,
I remain as ever your devoted brother
William Wilson
I received a note in your letter from Lizzi. Tell her I will anser it soon and give her all the desired information on the subject that prompted her to write. Oh, I like to have forgotten Johny, tell him that I heard he was going to let a horn grow out of his head advise him for me to abandon that idea if such be the case tell him to come to California and marry a fortune. There are plenty of girls in this county who are worth a hansome pile and he can get one of them if he will come and just keep his nose clean. W W
Family tradition states that William lived with the Navaho Indians for a number of years. His son, William Wilson III related a story about his father's return to Rockbridge after an absence of nearly twenty years.
My father stayed out west for twenty years, and never did come back. They never did hear from him. He dug gold out in California, and spent it all, I reckon. His mother said when he came back "Here comes Bill, and all he's got is on his back." He brought back some nuggets, and Mother had those. She took some ofthem in there to a jeweler in Lexington, and he melted them down and made me a little ring and a stick-pin. I was just a little boy at the time. That ring was so soft, that the least little thing would mash it up and pinch your finger. I don't know what ever happened to that ring.
He evidently came home for a short period of time between 1879 and 1880, because he is listed in the Alumni Register of Washington and Lee as having attended classes there during that time:
William Montgomery Wilson, Rockbridge Co. Va., Farmer: Rockbridge Baths, Va.
William M. Wilson married Fannie E. Hull on September 12, 1898 and they had one son, William Alexander Wilson III, who was born on June 28, 1899 and died in December of 1988. When he and Fannie Hull were married, they went to live there in Linwood, W. Va., on the farm that William inherited as his part of his father's estate. Fannie wrote back to Mary Wilson in 1898 of their hopes for a new life;
I hope Cousin Harry got home safely and told you all the news. We have both been real well and busy, boarded with the Beals, a few days until we got more stove-pipe, get along fine in one room, have everything close and handy....The best news I can tell you is the saw-mill will be here today, the men came to log yesterday we will build right in front of this house, have the doors and windows now it not take so long, I hear a tree fall now. ..I am better contented, think we can make it all right if we have patience and persevere. Remember me to Cousin Emma and Cousin E., tell them to write I will write to them when we et settled...Will sends his love to mother, much love to all,
Lovingly, Fannie
Unfortunately, they did not have the opportunity to enjoy the new home they built in West Virginia, as William Wilson was taken sick and had to be brought home to Rockbridge Baths. William and Fannie brought with them their new son, who had been born in Linwood. William M. was admitted to Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore to try and find a cure for his illness, but there proved to be none. His brother, John T. Wilson wrote this letter from his boarding house across from the hospital.
Baltimore, Nov. 14th, 1899
Dear Mother,
I would have written before now, but only got settled down in the Hospital yesterday evening. So much red tape that Will was very hard to become reconciled, but I got him in a ward yesterday and he seems very well satisfied. The Doctor's examination said they could not determine what his trouble was until further examination. He is so nicely fixed that I think he is in a fair way to get well. I am boarding just opposite the hospital at one dollar per day, a real nice place, and so comfortable. I think I will run up to New York today, and will be at home the last of this or next week. Don't worry about us, we are doing as well as is possible for us to do at home, and not spending much money. I will tell you all or more when I come home. We are boarding with such nice people that I feel at home. The hospital is the nicest place I ever saw, tell Orve that I will phone from Goshen for my buggy and horse when I get there and to get Charly Vandever or someone to bring it up. Will write again from New York.
Good by--John T.
William Wilson died March 20, 1901 from the complications from a fatal illness that he probably contracted while living in California. His son was sixteen months old at the time of his father's death.
David Orville Wilson was born in 1854. He married Virginia "Aunt Jenny" Webb and was the proprietor of the Wilson's Springs Hotel from 1883 until his death. He willed the property to his nephew, William A. Wilson III on the provision that Aunt Jenny Wilson be allowed to live there until her own death. Before D O Wilson assumed ownership of Wilson's Springs, he taught school in the County Schools of Rockbridge.
The Commonwealth of Virginia
County of Rockbridge
It is hereby certified that D O Wilson, having passed an examination on Orthography, Reading, Writing, Arithmetic, Grammar and Geography, and having furnished satisfactory evidence of capacity, morals and general fitness, is hereby authorized to teach in the Public Free Schools of Rockbridge County during the year ending August 31, 1874, unless this certificate be annulled.
Given under my hand this 8th day of Nov. AD 1873
J L Campbell, Co. Superintendent Schools for the County of Rockbridge
David Orville Wilson died in 1920, and his obituary was published in the Lexington Gazetter. ;
The death of Mr. David Orville Wilson, proprietor of Wilson's Springs was not an unexpected even, and occurred July 8, 1920, after a long illness from Heart trouble, aged sixty six years. Mr. Wilson was the son of William Alexander and Mary A. Wilson, both of them belonging to well-known families in Rockbridge. Since his mother's death, Mr. Wilson has been sole owner and proprietor of the Springs. He was polite and accommodating as a host and was highly esteemed among a wide circle of friends, with all of whom he was very popular. The funeral services Were conducted by Rev. E W McCorkle, D D from Bethesda Church on the 10th, and he was buried in the cemetery there. He is survived by his widow and one sister, Mrs. E H Adams and one brother, Mr. H A Wilson. Below are the names of the pallbearers: active--Hugh Adams, Alex. Wilson, John Gibson, Page Shoulder, J G VanDerveer, Robert Stuart, Webb Shoulder, Silas McCown. Honorary--J G STuart, J L McCurdy, A M Anderson, Col. Beverly Tucker, E A Fulwider, John McGuffin, Henry Kirkpatrick, William Shaw, Frank Moore, John P.Welsh, William A. Adair, Woods Culton, Major E A Sale, J A Conner, George Miley, T A Senabaugh, John Welch, Frank Carson and John K Patterson. The flower girls were Misses Josephine Blair, Frances Hileman, Mrs. William Sterrett and Miss McCowan. Mr. Wilson was married in 1903 to he sweetheart of his youth, Miss Virginia A. Webb of Rockbridge Baths, and after an engagement of 25 years. For some years, he was the successful teacher of the school at that place. At one time, he was associated with Mr. W I McCorkle, when as a young man he taught there.
Harris Alexander Wilson- also known as "Uncle Harry", was born in 1859 and married Emma Elizabeth Ramsey, the daughter of John Odell and Margaret Ramsey. They had one daughter, Mary Gamble Wilson, also known as "Cousin Mary Turnbull". Mary Wilson married Robert Currie Turnbull. His nephew, William A. Wilson III, had fond recollections of him;
Uncle Harry was a great fellow. He married a Ramsey, and they had one child, Mary, who married a Turnbull. He also raised another boy named Jack Ramsey. He was a magistrate for years, and he liked to enforce the law. He felt that he was a great authority on the law, and the county would hire him to keep peace up here in the summertime, to keep people from doing things that they oughtn't to be doing. He enjoyed that, and it was sort of his hobby, seeing that other people behaved themselves.
Of course, when my father died, he was kind of a father to me in a way. I looked up to him a lot, and I used to stay over here with him. He and I used to go places together. We went to the Chicago fair together in 1935, and drove out there in the car. I was with him an awful lot, so I quote Uncle Harry a lot. He lived about two or three years after I moved over here, and he used to come up and stand in the living room and he'd say "I was born right there", and then he'd cry. I thought he was terribly old. He was 82, and I'm 84 now (in 1983).