|Bill Allman, c. 1983|
The spring of 1984 was no different. As he had done for half a century, he headed out on May 30, 1984 to prospect for gold in the rough tundra near Marshall, Alaska, about 550 roadless miles north of Anchorage. He was taken by float plane to his claim on Tom Gray Creek, near the Yukon Territory and was to be picked up at a prearranged spot on July 18 for a return trip. But unlike previous excursions, this time he didn't show up. Bill Allman had disappeared without a trace.
Bill was born Willis Watkins Allman on March 6, 1900 to parents Florence Robert Allman and Margaret Elmina Steele in Mecklenburg County. The family later moved to Concord and he went by the name William or "Bill". Bill was young when he struck out on his own seeking adventure in the west. He worked in the mines, on Scandinavian whaling ships and held jobs as an Arizona cowboy, a Washington lumberjack and a railroad employee. At age 18, he was drafted to serve in WWI. Although he never got to Europe, as an Army pilot he learned to fly, a skill which he would use throughout his life. After the war he tried working on commercial fishing boats in Alaskan waters but did not find it to his liking. In December 1922 he visited family in Concord but declared that after serving with the U. S. Forestry Service in Alaska, southern weather was uncomfortably warm. By 1923, Bill moved to Alaska permanently, joining two old trappers who taught him to survive in the wilderness.
|Marshall, Alaska today. Population in 2000 was 349.|
He was married once and had two daughters. One died of pneumonia at age 3. The other grew up to become an airline stewardess. When in her 20s in about 1953, she died in a plane crash somewhere between Vera Cruz, Mexico and Hong Kong. Bill and his wife were divorced and he never remarried. Although he had no family in Alaska, he was considered by many of the children of Marshall as a grandpa.
It was only after brain tumor surgery in the 1970s and the increasingly arduous task of daily woodcutting to keep warm at night, that Bill was persuaded to leave Alaska and live in Concord for the winter months. But each spring he was anxious to head back north to the land he loved.
That fateful summer of 1984, Bill's last known correspondence with family in North Carolina was just before he was dropped off at the lake 45 miles from Marshall. In a letter dated May 28 written to his niece, Ruby Womack of Charlotte, he stated, "This Alaska's a tough place to live...It's cold at night...ice is going out of the Yukon River now but big king salmon fish is running...it's daylight 24 hours a day.
When he didn't show up at the designated pick-up spot on July 18, the National Guard, Alaskan state police, family and friends spent weeks combing the wilderness area where Bill should have been. One of his small survival trail cabins had been found burned, but corrugated metal from the roof had been salvaged and stacked at the site, indicating someone had been there after the fire. Another of his trail cabins was boarded up, as if it had been secured for the winter, but there was no sign of Bill. Eventually the search was terminated.
As an Alaska Pioneer, Bill Allman became part of the lore of those whose spirit of adventure helped to settle the wilderness frontier. As Bill's nephew James Allman stated in 1984, "He loved Alaska; it was all he wanted, all he talked about, all he lived for. If Uncle Bill just dropped dead up there, the family feels that's the way he'd want it."