Dr. Anderson, the Wells Fargo Historian, came to our school to do a presentation about Wells Fargo’s fascinating history.

He told us a lot about Charles E. Boles (Black Bart), a stagecoach robber.  Black Bart scouted for stagecoaches that did not have shotgun messengers on them.  He hid in the bushes, then jumped out with a flour sack hiding his face when the stagecoach came near.  Charles would ask for the money box, and then ask the stagecoach driver to drive away.  He never hurt anyone, but he
left rude poetry at the scene of the crime.  

After succeeding in his robberies twenty-seven times, Charles dropped his handkerchief at the scene of the crime.  Wells Fargo’s detective force tracked down the laundry Black Bart went to. Then, when he came to pick up a load, they arrested him.  When he was released six years later . . .  Black Bart disappeared.

By Samar

Here I lay me down to sleep
to wait the coming morrow
Perhaps success, perhaps defeat
and everlasting sorrow
Let come what will, I'll try it on
my condition can't be worse
And if there's money in that box
tis money in my purse

By Black Bart