Not much remains of the ancient stone walls on Mount Carbon except some piles of rock and lots of questions. This is a mystery story, but not the kind with private detectives or jewel heists or purloined letters. This is something deeper, older, stranger. Along the Kanawha River, on a
Roseby Any Other Name
A name misspelled only adds to the mystique of an obscure West Virginia monument. We can’t know just how cold it was in the Northern Panhandle on Christmas Eve, 1852. We can guess it was wintry. We can also guess that, although their breath surely rolled thick in the air,