|Kit Carson's Sister Lived in Knob Noster, MO, Died 1899|
Mrs. Mary Ann Carson Rubey
Mrs. Rubey was like her brother in physique and features, but just the opposite in disposition.
In 1895 she said: "When I was a child I never got into bed without the feeling that an Indian would grab me, and we always pulled the covers over our heads. But Kit was never afraid, and at the least noise his little brown head would bob up to listen. Even when he was just a little fellow he would take his turn at watching with the older men. I was never afraid when he was on guard."
Although somewhat feeble at the time of her death, she was as bright and quick intellectually as ever. Her memory might fail her about the happenings of the day before, but not so about the history of Missouri, before it was made a state and afterwards. The events of the Civil War were buried in her memory. While her brother served the Union by daring deeds in the west, conducting supplies across the plains as well as parties of men, women and children, she and her husband Judge Henry Rubey, were Confederates, keeping open house every day during the four years, always extending a hearty welcome to the men in grey and giving food and drink to the boys in blue.
Only a few weeks before her death she related the story of Kit Carson's home leaving. "Brother Kit was a good student and was intended for the law by my father. He was learning the saddler's trade at Franklin, MO., though he never liked it, saying the only use he had for a saddle was on a horse's back. Three of our brothers were trading between St. Louis and Santa Fe, and Kit was to take the trip with them after a year to his trade. He was 15 years old or thereabouts. The brothers got as far as Independence, Mo., when they were unexpectedly joined by Kit, on a mule that he had neither begged or borrowed. After renewed prayers and entreaty on his part and a command from them to return, he rode his mule back a little way and then turned it loose. It made straight for home, and the party were obliged to take him on with them."
That was the last seen of "Kit" by his sisters for fifteen years, though he wrote them frequently and promised to return, which he did after braving every foe of that uncivilized land and enduring hardships from which many an older man turned away.
Mexico Missouri Message
Nov 9, 1899