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Cairo Evening Bulletin and

Cairo Weekly Bulletin

 5 Jan 1871-30 Dec 1871


Cairo, Alexander County, Illinois

Transcribed by Darrel Dexter

Thursday, 5 Jan 1871:
DEATH OF A CAIRO MUSICIAN.—Everybody in Cairo knew Alex. Wittig, member of the noted family of musicians of that name. He was a resident of this city for a great many years, and with his father, brothers and sisters, has supplied many a joyful party with music. On New Year’s Eve he died, a victim of consumption, and was buried on Monday last.

Rencounter Between Two Citizens.
The Victorious Party Murdered by the Defeated Man’s Son--
Flight of the Murderer Through Cairo.

On Friday last, at Hinckleville, Ballard County, Kentucky, about twenty miles from this city, two men named Ladd and Overby became involved in a rencounter. The fight was conducted after the manner of rough and tumble bruisers, and Ladd came out victorious. Overby, much chagrined, immediately left the scene of action for his home, and on arriving informed his son, a young man about twenty-four years of age, of his discomfiture. The son, in a paroxysm of rage, mounted his horse, armed with a pocket pistol, and started in pursuit of Ladd, who, in the meantime, was on his way home unconscious of danger. Coming up with his victim, Overby’s son immediately attacked Ladd, and sent a ball into his body that occasioned instant death. The young Overby then fled, and has not been arrested. It is said that he passed through Cairo in his flight. This is the story of the tragedy as it was told to us yesterday by a reliable gentleman.


Friday, 6 Jan 1871:
One Negro Wounded with a Hatchet and His Assailant Disemboweled with a Razor.

William Carter, a colored fireman on the Mary Alice, a quarrelsome, bad nigger, and William Spencer, a colored fireman on the Great Republic, became involved in a difficulty Wednesday afternoon. Carter struck Spencer a violent blow with a hatchet, inflicting an ugly wound on the back of his neck. At night, about half past nine o’clock, they met again in Mose Mason’s barbershop on Fourth Street, when the difficulty was renewed, Spencer attacking Carter with a razor. He inflicted three wounds upon Carter—one on the shoulder, one on the back, and one across the abdomen. The surgeons think the wounded man may survive his injuries, although they are of a most serious character. The wound across the abdomen is frightful—exposes the entrails, which, however, were not wounded. Across the back the razor made a gash not as wide as a church door or as deep as a well, but both wide and deep. If Carter, recovering, shall profit by this experience, this community will owe no grudge to the razor of Spencer, who has left for parts unknown.


Saturday, 7 Jan 1871:
CITY.—The difficulty arose between two colored deck hands while the steamer lay at Belmont on her trip up the river. One infuriated negro struck the other on the head with an iron bar, causing a fatal injury, of which the negro died the other day. The murderer escaped and has not been apprehended.

Desperate Affray in Jackson County—
A Brother Shoots the Lover of His Sister
Escapes to Missouri

In Dutch Ridge Precinct, Jackson County, live two families—the Lindseys and the Atkinses. In the Lindsey family is a daughter, passing fair, and upon her one of the young Atkinses cast glances that spoke a sentiment more intense than friendly regard.

The father of the lady, John Lindsey, and the brother, Luke, a young man who has the name of a desperado, objected to the attentions of young Atkins, and forbade the twain to meet together; but love that laughs at opposition prompted the lovers to disobey the injunction, and “they met by chance, the usual way.”

On last Wednesday evening Miss Lindsey attended church held in the neighborhood, and at the conclusion of the services accepted, as usual, the escort of young Atkins. They had not proceeded far from the church building, when they were met by Lindsey and his son Luke. When the old man got within striking distance, he began to belabor young Atkins over the head with his cane. Atkins, not liking the application, attempted to defend himself, and while struggling with his assailant received a ball from Luke Lindsey’s revolver, under his left arm, which ranged towards his heart and inflicted what is thought to be a mortal wound.

At this juncture, a brother of young Atkins entered into the affray, and struck Luke with a club. Luke immediately fired two shots, both missing his assailant, who then turned and ran; but before he got more than thirty feet in his attempt to escape, Luke fired again and the ball entered his back in the region of the spine. His injuries, it is thought, will also prove fatal.

The Lindseys made good their escape towards the Mississippi River. It is believed they crossed into Missouri, but nothing has been heard of either since the night of the fatal affray.

Tuesday, 10 Jan 1871:
The dead body of Alfred Clapp was found in the Anna cemetery a few days ago, burned to a crisp. He made himself a bed of dry leaves, which, catching fire, brought on a fit, during the paroxysms of which he was burned to death.


Tuesday, 17 Jan 1871:
Steamer T. L. McGill Burned
Fearful Loss of Life

The steamer T. L. McGill, from St. Louis to New Orleans, burned at Shoo Fly Bar at 9 o’clock last night (14 Jan).

It was thought that Captain Tompkins and William McFarland, first clerk, were saved, but the arrival of the St. Francis, tonight, leaves little hope of either.

So confused are the reports that is impossible to form an accurate estimate of the number lost, but it will probably reach thirty, including four women and three children.
Supposed Lost.

Captain William Tompkins, first clerk William McFarland, German and wife; carpenter from St. Louis, the latter bound for Greenville, Miss.; two women, three children; colored chambermaid; Phillip Leck, Philadelphia; Thomas F. Evans, barber, St. Louis. The latter died on the St. Francis.

By arrival of the Alice, tonight (Jan.15) Pilots Murray and Kelley, clerk Woodruff reported the following

Nelson Brown, second engineer; John S. Shoicky carpenter; John Snyder, decksweep; second steward and porter; Cooney Cavagah, nephew of Captain D. H. Siver. Out of 36 rousters, 13 were saved.

Information has been received here of the destruction of the steamer T. L. McGill, and a loss of from 20 to 30 human lives, at Shoo Fly Bar. The upper works of the McGill were burned off about seven years ago, and she was rebuilt under the name of Hope. She was finally compelled to resume her old name in conformity with law. The H. M. Yeager was near and rendered every assistance possible at the recent disaster, and the steamer St. Francis, which had a short time previously seen the light and returned, rendering valuable help. Had not this assistance been close at hand, many more lives would have been lost, as all on board were driven into the freezing water and would have quickly perished from the cold.

Wednesday, 18 Jan 1871:
Further Particulars of the Burning of the McGill.
Terror and Consternation
Burned and Drowned.
The Lost

There were five cabin passengers lost. Among them were a young German and his wife, who got aboard at Belmont, and were seen to jump overboard locked in each others’ arms; also a gentleman and wife who were asleep at the time the fire broke out, and are supposed to have perished in the flames, and a man name unknown, who got aboard at New Madrid. The books and papers being lost, it is impossible to ascertain the names of the lost. Among the deck passengers lost were a family of seven persons, including four children, who came aboard at Belmont, and thirteen Mexicans.

Of the Officers lost, were Capt. Tompkins, commander, first clerk McFarland, second engineer Nelson Brown, two deck hands, the chambermaid, decksweeper, second steward, porter, and pantryman. The barber, Thomas Evans, died after being picked up.

Capt. Tompkins was last seen on a cotton bale, a few rods from shore, apparently exhausted.
Woodruff, second clerk of the steamer, states that many of the deck passengers were burned. One, a woman, was enveloped in flames. Others were driven to the guards of the boat, where they remained until forced into the water by the flames. Some clung to the sides of the boat and died from cold and exhaustion, the yawls sent out by the steamers, St. Francis, A. J. Whiter, and Alice, not being able to get to them on account of the intense hear from the burning boats, while others jumped in the water with such light articles as they could obtain.

CARS.—Yesterday morning, about one o’clock, J. D. Pierce, late of Courtland, Alabama, was run over by a switch engine and fatally injured. He died within an hour after the accident. Pierce was a switch tender, and while passing across the track, between Eighteenth and Twentieth streets, an engine backing towards him, his foot caught in the frog of the switch, and he was held fast until the engine knocked him down, and passed over his body. Both his legs were cut off, and he died, after being in great agony about forty-five minutes. The deceased was a stranger in the city, having arrived here only three weeks ago. He was about thirty years old. Coroner Gossman held an inquest on the body, which was buried yesterday afternoon.

Friday, 20 Jan 1871:
BOY SHOOTS HIS MOTHER.—A serious accident occurred on Wednesday at Goose Island, in this county. A young boy, while handling a pistol, accidentally discharged it, and inflicted a severe wound upon his mother. The ball took effect in the thigh. This information was hastily obtained from a messenger who arrived in the city to procure the services of Dr. Dunning.


Mr. Cooney, formerly of this city and a writer in the Cairo Democrat is now the actual managing editor of the New York Herald. The principal part of the editorial work is done by him. He was formerly dramatic critic for that journal, and is the translator of Victor Lardon’s play, “Fernande.” Mr. Cooney’s late wife, was the daughter of Mr. Shelley, of this place.

(Michael A. Coony married Mary A. Shelley on 22 Jul 1860, in Alexander Co., Ill.)

The venerable mother of Bailey, M. B., William, and Isaac Harrel died yesterday, at her residence in Hamilton County, Ohio, aged 86 years.

Saturday, 21 Jan 1871:
Burned to Death.—A Miss Stacy, daughter of John Stacy, living near Ray’s Mill, three miles below the city (Columbus, Ky.) was assisting the family in rendering lard last Friday, when by some accident her clothing caught fire, and before it could be extinguished, she was fatally burned. Dr. Jackson was sent for, and rendered all the relief science could give, but nothing would save her life. She died Monday morning, having in the meantime suffered the most intense pain (Columbus Dispatch).

Killed by the Cars.—As the freight train on the Mobile and Ohio road was leaving Troy Station, a brakeman named John P. Sweeney, was missed from the train. The train was immediately stopped, and on going back to the station the body of Mr. Sweeney was found on the track in a terribly mangled condition, his head being cut open, one arm nearly cut off, and his body severed almost in twain. It seems he had fallen between the cars just as the train started and the cars had run over him. Conductor Mac Reid caused the remains to be brought to this city (Columbus) where an inquest was held, and the body interred in the city cemetery. Sweeney was about 21 years of age. He has lived in this city the greater part of last year, working part of the time as a painter. His parents live in Big Springs, Ohio (Columbus Dispatch).

Sunday, 22 Jan 1871:
The wife of Green Parker, of Goose Island, died on Friday evening. A congestive chill is assigned as the cause.

(Green B. Parker married Nancy M. Martin on 5 Dec 1858, in Alexander Co., Ill.)

KILLED.—Pete Raboni, the Italian, who formerly was the keeper of a saloon on the levee, and who was shot and not killed by a rival some time ago, was shot and killed by a negro at Vicksburg a few days since. The cross dog which was his favorite while here, bit the negro, and he retaliating kicked the dog. Raboni told him if he dared to do so again he would shoot him, when the negro drew a pistol and fired, the ball taking effect in a vital part. Raboni died almost instantly.

SINGULAR ARREST OF A MURDERER.—One year ago last Christmas, John McElroy, then living near Thebes in this county, murdered a man by the name of Wesley Price. Before arrest could be made, McElroy left the county, and resided several weeks in Williamson County, near Marion. From there he went to Perry County and resided some time with his mother. About six months ago he removed to Jackson County and bought a piece of land near Murphysboro. Officer Green Moss of this county, learning of his whereabouts, started to find him. He first called upon his mother, informed her that he knew her son, and had an important letter for him. His mother replied that he could leave the letter with her or deliver it to her son living near Murphysboro. Officer Moss started at once for Murphysboro, ascertained his whereabouts, called at his house, and inquired of his wife if McElroy had any cattle to sell. His wife replied that he had a cow for sale and that her husband was in the woods. Moss started to the woods and found the murder of Wesley Price busy chopping wood. He inquired if he had a cow for sale and he said that he had. (The rest of the article was torn from the paper.)


Tuesday, 24 Jan 1871:
DIED.—At her late residence, on Twentieth Street, near Galigher’s Mill, on Sunday, 22d inst., Mrs. Joshua Cushing. Funeral services will take place at the residence today at half past 11 o’clock a.m. Rev. Fred L. Thompson, officiating. The remains will be conveyed to their final resting place at Villa Ridge on the half past 11 o’clock train. Friends and acquaintances are respectfully invited to attend.



At 9 o’clock, the case of Elizabeth Hutchinson, administratrix of Alexander Hutchinson vs. the Illinois Central Railroad Company, was called for trial.  The case was tried at the July term of the Alexander County Circuit Court, 1868, and the plaintiff recovered a verdict for $5,000.  The case was taken to the Supreme Court, where the judgment was reversed and cause remanded.  The facts of the case are as follows:  Alexander Hutchinson was run over by an engine upon the railroad track, on Ohio Levee, about three years ago and killed, and the wife of the deceased brought suit to recover damages for causing his death.

No witnesses were sworn upon trial yesterday.  The attorneys, Judge Allen for Mrs. Hutchinson and Green & Gilbert for the road, agreed to submit the evidence taken at the former trial.

There are many points presented by the Supreme Court worthy of being produced in the columns of The Bulletin.  On the trial of this case, it was shown that Hutchinson had been drinking.  When run over he was sitting on the rail of the track, or, according to one witness, was sitting on the end of a tie and leaning over the side of the track.  It was dark when the accident occurred.  It was in evidence that there was no headlight on the engine, and that the whistle was not sounded.  Witnesses differed as to whether the bell was ringing.  In delivering the opinion of the Supreme Court, Mr. Justice Walker said:

“Where a person, while intoxicated, placed himself about dark or in the dusk of evening on a railroad track—running along a public street in a city, where the company’s train were constantly passing and repassing, and so remained there until he was run over and killed by a passing engine of the company, the deceased will be held to haven guilty of such gross negligence that no recovery could be had against the company for the injury, unless it appear that the agents of the company willfully caused the death of the party, or were guilty of such gross negligence on their part as amounts in law to a willful neglect of duty.”

The case was being argued before the jury when the court adjourned by judges Green and Allen and William B. Gilbert, Esq.

Court will commence this morning at 8 ½ o’clock.


Wednesday, 25 Jan 1871:
DIED.—Charles Frederick William, infant son of John Sackberger, aged two months, died yesterday morning at 2 o’clock, and will be buried at Villa Ridge, today (Wednesday) at 12 o’clock. Friends and acquaintances are invited to attend.

DEATH OF MR. GUS. WINSTON.—We record with feelings of deep sorrow, the death of Mr. Gus. Winston, son of our esteemed fellow citizen, C. Winston. The news arrived in Cairo yesterday morning that he had died in Mobile, suddenly. To the family of the deceased, the news was unexpected. Mr. Winston had been a man apparently of robust health until a short time before his departure for the South. Feeling that it was somewhat on the decline, he undertook a tour through the Southern states, with the hope that it would benefit him. His family in Cairo had received no discouraging news from him and were entirely unprepared for the sad news of his decease. In his search for health and strength, he found death. Rich in the affection of father and mother, wife and children, he died alone in a strange land, circumstances which make the King of Terrors doubly terrible. The community sympathizes deeply with the bereaved father and mother, wife and two little ones.

            (William A. Winston married Ellen Barber on 6 Jan 1867, in Alexander Co., Ill.)


Thursday, 26 Jan 1871:
DIED.—At his residence, America, Ills., January 25th, Capt. Naman Kelsey, aged 62 years, 8 months. Funeral services at St. Peter’s Church, Mound City, at half past 10 o’clock, today, Thursday. Cincinnati Commercial and St. Louis Democrat please copy.

MRS. BERRY.—We have ascertained from Dr. Dunning, the attending surgeon, some of the particulars of the wounding of Mrs. Berry, of Goose Island, by one of her sons. The young man was taking the lock from a shotgun loaded with slugs, and had raised the hammer to halfcock, being unaware of the fact that the nipple was capped. While in the act of withdrawing one of the screws, the hammer descended, exploding the cap and discharging the load. Unfortunately, Mrs. Berry was standing in front within a few feet of the muzzle of the gun and received the entire charge in her thigh. The wound inflicted is most serious, and the Doctor is of the opinion that it is mortal. The young man, who was the innocent cause of this deplorable accident, is almost distracted, and is entitled to as much commiseration almost as his mother, who now lies in agony upon what, in all probability, will prove her deathbed.

Saturday, 28 Jan 1871:
Capt. Kelsey, who died lately at America, was the father of Miss Mollie F. Kelsey, one of the teachers in our public schools. He was a steamboat pilot for many years, and during the late war was employed in the gunboat service.

The remains of the late W. A. Winston, arrived from Mobile yesterday afternoon, and were conveyed to the Church of the Redeemer, where they are now lying. The train which brought them to Columbus on Wednesday was seven hours behind time.

Funeral of the Late W. A. Winston.—The funeral of the late William Augustus Winston, will be preached at half past 10 o’clock, this (Saturday) morning, at the Church of the Redeemer. The remains will be conveyed to Villa Ridge on the half past 12 o’clock train. The friends of the deceased are respectfully invited to attend.


Sunday, 29 Jan 1871:
The Funeral of William Augustus Winston.—The funeral of William Augustus Winston took place yesterday morning, from the Church of the Redeemer. The Reverend Mr. Coan delivered an affecting and very impressive sermon over the body of the deceased, in which he remarked upon the peculiarly sad circumstances attending his death and, with much feeling, pointed out to the sorrowing friends the only source from which they can derive “present help in time of trouble.”  After the conclusion of the service, the body, attended by the grief-stricken family and many friends and acquaintances was taken to the Illinois Central depot from thence borne to the cemetery at Villa Ridge and there laid in its last resting place.

(The funeral sermon was published in this issue of the Cairo Daily Bulletin.)

The steamer W. R. Arthur, bound from New Orleans to St. Louis, with a fine cargo of assorted groceries, exploded her boilers yesterday morning at half past one o’clock, when near Island 40, about 20 miles above Memphis. Only meager particulars have yet reached here, but the accounts we receive seem to indicate that the explosion was outward and downward, causing the hull to sink almost immediately, after which the cabin parted from the hull and floated off. Twenty lives are reported as having been lost, but we have received no names.


Tuesday, 31 Jan 1871:
Further Particulars of the Terrible Disaster

Additional news from the Memphis papers in relation to the explosion of the Arthur, show the disaster to be much worse than was first reported. The loss of life is now estimated by the Memphis Avalanche at 87. Many persons perished from cold, while floating down the river on rafts or supported by life preservers. One lady has been found death in the river, supported in this manner.



Friday, 3 Feb 1871:
We learn with deep regret, that the Hon. Charles Burnett, of Shawneetown, continues in very feeble and delicate health, with but little hope of a speedy recovery.  He contemplates removing to Benton, Franklin County.  He is a young man, a lawyer of marked ability, and in 1868 was a member of the State Legislature.

Saturday, 4 Feb 1871:
EDITOR OF THE BULLETIN:Sometime ago, I received at my home, at Courtland, Alabama, the sad news that my son, James D., had been killed on the track of the Illinois Central railroad, at Cairo—a son of whose whereabouts I knew nothing, whose adventurous disposition had carried him out in search of a life of excitement while he was yet too young to appreciate the world.  I need not say that I was shocked—that I left my home, sad, almost broken down—to ascertain if my poor boy’s body had received Christian burial, expecting only that cold consideration at the hands of strangers which experience has taught me is the fashion of the world.  But, when I arrived in Cairo, I was at once surprised, and filled with gratitude by the kind treatment of the citizens in contact with whom I was thrown.  They were all kind, particularly Mr. A. Limbert and Mr. J. S. Williams, engineer.  But, especially are my most heartfelt thanks due to Mr. J. S. Johnson, the agent at Cairo, and to Mr. A. Mitchel, assistant superintendent, who have given me—a poor man—the ability to carry the body of my son to a last resting place near my home.  The memory of these kindnesses can never be obliterated from my mind.  I shall remember with grateful kindness to the end of my years Cairo and its delicate and substantial kindness.

James J. Pearce.
Cairo, February 3, 1871.

(James John Pierce is in the 1870 census of Courtland, Lawrence Co., Ala.  He was 58 and a native of England.—Darrel Dexter)
The friends of John W. Bowman, clerk of the Arthur, offer a reward of $150 for the recovery of his body.

Sunday, 5 Feb 1871:
A FLOATER.—The body of a drowned colored man was picked up yesterday at Halliday Bros. coal yard.  A jury was summoned, and the verdict was that he had come to his death by violence inflicted by the hands of some person or persons unknown.  His skull was fractured by a blow on the forehead.  From his appearance, he had been in the water for a long time, probably three or four weeks.  There was nothing on his person to indicate what his name was or where his residence had been.
The Petrolia, belonging to the Ellis Brothers, Cairo, and which we reported as sunk in White River, is a total loss.  The river has risen until she is entirely out of sight, and her freight will all be lost.  One of the engineers named Doer shot and killed a deck hand who was plundering freight.  Doer was arrested and is now in jail for it, which seems somewhat singular.

Friday, 10 Feb 1871:
DIED.—Mr. Murray, the venerable father of Mr. Frank Murray, died at his residence in this city, yesterday morning.  His body will be taken to Clinton, Illinois, for interment.
Sunday, 12 Feb 1871:
MURDER IN MISSOURI.—Harry Bryant, a desperate character, went to the house of Robert Blanford, three miles southeast of Charleston, Mo., on Thursday night last, and shot him five times, killing him almost instantly.  Blanford died in fifteen minutes.  Blanford owned a distillery and a farm, leaves a large family and was a well-to-do and respected citizen.  The murderer made his escape, but hopes are entertained that he will be apprehended.



Monday, 14 Feb 1871:
A stabbing affray occurred (at Metropolis) between a Mr. Brennan and Mr. Davis last week.  The latter was seriously and perhaps fatally injured.   


The boilers of the steamer Judge Wheeler exploded on Sunday last, when the boat was 45 miles above Vicksburg.  Only three persons, deck hands, are reported killed and three wounded.  No other particulars have yet been received.
Saturday, 18 Feb 1871:
We sympathize with the editor of f the Commerce Dispatch. While writing an obituary on the death of a friend, which would have drawn tears from the eyes of the corpse itself, the subject of the notice walked into the Dispatch sanctum, alive and well.  There was love’s labor lost, under aggravating circumstances.
Tuesday, 21 Feb 1871:
A difficulty occurred between John Hailey and Joseph Harrington, two young men of Metropolis, on Tuesday, the 14th, in regard to a young lady.  The former fired a pistol shot at the latter, the ball taking effect just below the breastbone.  The murdered man died within an hour.  Hailey is in confinement and will have a preliminary trial on the 25th inst.
Another shooting affray occurred in Massac County, also on Tuesday evening, last.  The participants were Ben Barefield and a man named
Covington.  The affair occurred at a dance.

“When young Barefield took his place on the floor,” says the Metropolis Times, “Covington drew a pistol and commenced firing at him, hitting him once in the breast; in the meanwhile some one handed Barefield a pistol and he commenced firing also, one of his balls inflicting a flesh wound on Covington, who immediately turned exclaiming, that he was shot, on which a brother of his ran up behind Barefield and shot him twice in the back; but this time Barefield was too weak to hold his pistol and the Covingtons made their escape.  Young Barefield was brought home on the packet Wednesday and is lying in critical condition, but hopes of his recovery are held by the physicians.  Since writing the above we learn that one of the Covingtons has been secured.


This week’s Anna Advertiser has a Retrospective view of Union County, which is very good except that it is in some parts ambiguous and frequently partisan in tone.  He says:

            “During the rebellion she was flooded with those claiming to be refugees from the South and we lived in almost a reign of terror.”

            There is no logical connection between the two parts of this sentence.  The refugees had nothing to do with the excitement and lawlessness that prevailed.  They came here, fleeing from ruined homes and starvation, many of them sent north by the military authorities, a majority of them women and children and nearly all of them friendless, penniless wanderers, broken in spirit and in health.  I have never heard of a murder, or robbery, or outrage traced to a refugee.  For the “reign of terror,” the poor refugees were not to blame.  The real cause is revealed by the next paragraph.

            “Things went on this way until Union County was looked upon as a secession hole, and all its inhabitants’ traitors.  Soldiers were sent to keep down any demonstration of war, the inhabitants were subjected to insults and imprisonment until every man suspected his neighbor of being the cause of all this difficulty.”

            Public opinion in the north part of the State was manufactured by the Chicago Tribune and its confreres until Egypt came to be “looked upon as a secession hole.”  Radical misrepresentation and sensation lies brought the public mind to that conclusion.  As for instance one spring morning in 1863 an old man, Neely (Copperhead) and a young man, Nash (Radical), quarreled about a piece of meat at the butchers.

            Blows ensued—Nash boldly ran home and arrayed himself with an old, rusty, single-barreled pistol, came down the street swaggering and threatening like ancient Pistol himself—and with heroic fortitude advanced and shot old man Neely.  The ball struck a rib, glanced around and lodged near the spine from whence it was removed without trouble.  The old man was out in a few days and the young man went immediately—into the army.  The Tribune announced “another dastardly outrage in Egypt.  An old man shot to death in the town of Jonesboro and dragged through the streets, for no other offense than that he was a Union man!”  That was how “things went on” until “soldiers were sent to keep down any demonstrations of war.”  Every drunken row or fight that occurred was magnified into a rebellion.

            Quoteth the Advertiser:

            “Especially did Republicans feel the full weight of the terrors that then spread their black wings as a pall over our beautiful land.”

            I cannot remember that a single Republican was ever deprived of life or liberty during those times when terrors were weighty.  A number of deserters from the army (men who had entered with full faith in the promise of the leaders “that the war was prosecuted not for the purpose of conquest nor for the abolition of slavery, but to restore the Union”—and feeling that they had been deceived—deserted) came into our county.  Several persons lost their lives in trying to arrest these deserters.  One man who had discovered their place of rendezvous and betrayed it to the soldiers, was waylaid and killed by these hunted and desperate men near “Dug Hill.”  Another, a Mr. Spence, while guarding some captured deserters, was overpowered by them and murdered.  These victims may have been Republicans, but they were not killed for that reason, but for the same reasons that sheriffs, policemen, and detectives are sometimes slain while attempting to perform their duty.  The following is unique:

            “Men who differed from each other in political matters were watched with a most searching eye and quite a number were shot down like wild beasts.”

            Who stood afar off and “watched with searching eye” those men who “differed with each other in political matters” and which class was shot down like wild beats?

            I saw one man, a wealthy and respectable merchant of Jonesboro and a Democrat shot to death in the streets of Anna by a half-drunken soldier.  He was riding quietly in his own wagon and disturbing no one, when the soldier without even as much warning as a rattlesnake gives its victim commenced firing at him.  The wagon, in which Mr. Provo, the murdered man was riding passed on until in front of Mr. Davie’s store when Provo got out not in the least excited, and went into the store.  Meanwhile the soldier had fired three or four times at him and following him into the store, ran up close to Provo who was unarmed and defenseless and shot him through the brain, killing him instantly.  The soldier was severely punished.  After a long pursuit, some citizens arrested him and he was placed in jail at Jonesboro.  Next morning a regiment of soldiers invaded our town.  Mr. Soldier was taken from the jail and summarily sent back to his regiment.

            One of our citizens, who struck Mr. Soldier over the head for trying to shoot those who came to arrest him, was sent to a military prison “for striking a soldier,” and kept six months and then discharged without trial.  The Advertiser says:

            “The juries appeared to be afraid to attempt to investigate such murders, especially if the victim was a Republican.”

            What murders?  No Republicans were murdered.

            With all due respect to our town paper, I venture to make these criticisms.

            Let the dead past bury the dead and let us quit talking about old grievances.

FUNERAL OF THE LATE C. A. MEYER.—On Sunday last, the Arab Fire Co., and the Casino, to which organizations the late Charles Adolph Meyer belonged, conveyed his remains to their last resting place at Villa Ridge.  The procession, which made a very imposing appearance, passed along Washington Avenue, from the residence of the deceased headed by the Silver Cornet Band, to Sixth Street, and along Sixth Street to the Ohio Levee, on which was the special train awaiting the arrival of the procession.

Mr. Meyer was born at Frankfort-the Main, and removed to this country fifteen years ago.  During the late war he was a captain in the 26th Missouri Regiment, and served with great credit to himself through several of the most memorable campaigns of that momentous strife.  He leaves a widow and daughter to mourn his loss.

Wednesday, 22 Feb 1871:
CARD OF THANKS.—The undersigned tenders her thanks to the citizens of Cairo, and especially to the Arab Fire Company, for their heartfelt sympathy in my sad bereavement by losing my beloved husband, and for paying such high respect to the memory of the deceased.
Augusta Meyer.

At a regular meeting of the Arab Fire Company, held February 20th, 1871, the following preambles and resolutions were adopted:

Whereas, Charles A. Meyer, late a member of the Arab Fire Company of Cairo, Illinois, departed this life on the 16th inst., and made vacant another seat in the council of our company; and

Whereas, In his death we recognize the great uncertainty of life and the unerring hand of death, we should therefore feel admonished to be always ready to assure the call of our great chief and be prepared to begin the march to that land of the hereafter; and

Whereas, We desire to perpetuate in our council the memory of him, as well as other Arabs; therefore

Resolved That in the death of our late brother Arab, Charles A. Meyer, we recognize the greatness and power of God, our great chief ruler, and know that he doeth all things well.

Revolved, That in this dispensation of divine providence, a vacancy is made in our council, and another home made desolate by the removal of a husband, and father.

Resolved, That to the widow and orphan we extend the mournful sympathies of our company, assuring them that his virtues and goodness, while living, will be ever cherished, and his memory perpetuated among us.

Revolved, That as a mark of regard for our departed brother, the jewels and furniture and our hall shall be draped in mourning for thirty days.

Resolved, That these resolutions be published in the Cairo Bulletin, and that a certified copy be furnished by the Secretary to the widow of our deceased brother.
A. Eschbach
James S. Rearden
W. Rittenhouse, Committee
Sunday, 26 Feb 1871:
WOMAN FOUND DEAD.—A woman was found dead last week, about two miles from Carbondale.  An inquest was held, and a verdict rendered that she died from the effects of dissipation and exposure.



Thursday, 2 Mar 1871:
The information of the explosion of the boilers of the Rob Roy sent here from St. Louis was much exaggerated from the excitement which prevailed.  A colored man named West Johnson was the only person killed, as all the others were picked up safe, except one, slightly injured.  Another man was rescued from the river with a child still alive in his arms. 
Saturday, 4 Mar 1871:
A serious, if not a fatal, affray occurred in Union County last week, between David Freese and his father-in-law, Joe Griffiths.  Cause—whisky.

(Joseph Griffith married on 4 Dec 1859, in Union Co., Ill., Mrs. Mary Ann Treese.  Mary Ann (Ledgerwood) Treese was the widow of Caleb Treese, whom she married on 6 Mar 1842, in Union Co., Ill.  He died on 23 Jul 1859.  David Treese was the son Caleb Treese.—Darrel Dexter)
We are pained to announce the sudden death of an old and valued friend, Capt. P. K. Barclay, at Cincinnati, Ohio, on Wednesday last.  He was in command of the new steamer
Nashville built by himself and others for the Cincinnati and Nashville trade.  This was the second boat of the same name built by Capt. Barclay and partners on the Cumberland River trade, in which he was very popular.  Capt. James Keniston took command of the Nashville, and left for Cumberland River the day previous to Capt. Barclay’s death.

Sunday, 5 Mar 1871:
A post mortem examination of the remains of Capt. P. K. Barclay disclosed that fact that his death resulted from an aneurysm or tumor.  The remains will be interred at Marietta, Ohio.  All the steamers in port at Cincinnati, Evansville and Nashville displayed their colors at half-mast in respect to his memory.  He was forty-eight years of age, had been a steamboat engineer by profession, but had owned interests in and commanded the steamers Seventy-Six, the two sternwheelers Nashvilles, Winona, and Norman.  He was an energetic boatman, and very popular.  He was born in Pennsylvania.  His wife had been on a visit to New Albany and arrived in Cincinnati the evening previous to his death.
NOT DEAD.—It was reported on our streets on Friday evening that Charles Cooper, living about six miles from Cairo, had died from paralysis.  We are pleased to state that the report is not correct; but Mr. Cooper is living, in a critical if not dangerous condition.
A MYSTERY.—Last Wednesday evening “Bob” Owen and “Jack” Downing started for Bird’s Point in a small skiff.  We are informed that they had been drinking, and when they started were greatly under the influence of liquor.  The skiff in which they started has been found, but no clue as yet of either “Bob” or “Jack.”  Apprehensions are entertained that they upset the skiff and that both went down into a watery grave.
DEAD.—Yesterday morning the body of an unknown person was found on the sidewalk, corner of 12th street and Commercial Avenue, upon being informed of the fact, the coroner, Gossman, immediately summoned a jury to pass upon the manner, he came to his death.

The following persons were sworn:

Jerry Riley—Sleeps at Hibernian engine house.  Saw man standing at the railing on the sidewalk about 4 o’clock.  Thought he heard some one come to the door and walk away.  Then looked out and saw the man.

Johnny Jones—Sleeps at Hibernian engine house.  Heard noise between 12 and 1, he thought, looked out of window and saw three men running North to next block when they turned west.  Never saw deceased until he saw him dead on sidewalk.  Heard no cries or anything.

Samuel C. Moore—Saw deceased day before yesterday.  Saw him night before last (Thursday) in door of McKinzie’s lumber office.  Saw him again last night walking down the levee, towards depot, about 7 o’clock, thought had been drinking.  When saw him first thought he was very drunk.  Understand that he resided in Alabama.  Learn that he was stopping at Mat Burn’s place.

Thomas Murphy—Never saw the man until this morning.

Edward Shea—Saw deceased between 9 and 10 o’clock last night.  Came into Mockler’s boarding house.  Never saw him before or since.

Feith—Examined deceased’s pockets in presence of the coroner.  Found no papers or anything indicating his name or residence.

Dr. Wardner—Examined deceased, but cannot find upon his person marks of violence.
The jury returned a verdict that he came to his death from exposure.  Mr. Feith took possession of the body, and buried it yesterday afternoon.
Tuesday, 7 Mar 1871:
Peter Reboni Denies That He is a Shadow Flitting the Void Unknown.

Vicksburg, Miss., Feb. 21, 1871
To The Editor of the Cairo Bulletin,
Dear Sir.—Please do me the favor to say through the columns of the morning Bulletin, that I, Peter Reboni, have not been sent to the shadowy land by a bullet from a weapon in the murderous hand of a gemmen of African descent.  I beg to say that, instead of being a spiritual shadow flitting the void unknown, that I am a living corporeal substance of some 185 pounds, of bone and muscle, able to defend “to the last ends” my valuable dog Jack, against all comers.
Hoping you will, thorough the Bulletin, make the amends honorable.
I remain yours and living,
Peter Reboni

Wednesday, 8 Mar 1871:
Judge William H. Green has been at Metropolis for several days engaged in the defense of Haley, charged with murder, before a court of inquiry.
From the officers of the
Nashville we learn that Captain Barclay apprehended that he was about to die.  Apparently conscious of his real condition, and with a full retention of all his faculties, he gave Captain Keniston full and explicit directions as to engagements he had made on the previous trip along the rivers, and bade each of the crew farewell forever, and as he was being carried ashore he bade a touching farewell to the beautiful boat herself.  To his young wife we tender out most cordial and heartfelt sympathy in this hour of her terrible bereavement.  Capt. Keniston, late commander of the Kate Robinson, and for the present trip commanding the Nashville, will, during the coming season, command one of the fine Northern Line packets on the Upper Mississippi. 

Thursday, 9 Mar 1871:
DEAD.—Mrs. Matthew Clark, who has been quite ill for five or six weeks, died last night.  Due notice will be given of burial.
The body of Captain Bowman, clerk of the Arthur, has been found and buried below Memphis.

Friday, 10 Mar 1871:
MRS. ELLEN CLARKE.—Mrs. Clark, wife of Matthew Clarke, residing on 12th street, between Washington and Commercial avenues, died on Wednesday night, at 10 o’clock.  The sympathy of all who knew Mrs. Clarke is very deservedly extended to her bereaved husband, to whom she was an affectionate wife, and to her four children, who have lost in her a most devoted mother.  Mrs. Clarke’s illness was of about six week’s duration, and towards the last her sufferings were intense.  She was a humble Christian and when her end came breathed her last with the calmness and resignation of one who believed that “though a man die, yet shall he live again.”  Mrs. Clarke was a native of Ireland, born in Currwaughla, Parish of Athlague, County Galway, and was about thirty-five years of age.  She had resided eight years in Cairo and previous to that about twelve years in New Orleans.  Her remains will be conveyed to Villa Ridge Cemetery today by special train which will leave the foot of 9th Street at 2 o’clock.  Friends and acquaintances are respectfully invited to attend her funeral.

Saturday, 11 Mar 1871:
MR. EDITOR:—I desire to return publicly my heartfelt thanks to the many friends who testified their respect for the memory of my late wife in so many ways—by expressions of sorrow at her death and by gathering about the tomb in which her remains were laid away in eternal rest.  I shall hold them all in grateful remembrance.
Matthew Clarke.

Sunday, 12 Mar 1871:
Charles Dewoodie, father of Marion Dewoodie, who killed his brother-in-law, Brown, was arrested last week and held to bail in the sum of $2,000 (at DuQuoin).  His crime was assisting his son to escape the hands of justice.

Tuesday, 21 Mar 1871:
Mrs. Roe, an estimable old lady, resident of Pinckneyville, died in that town on the 10th inst.
A Small Boy Blown into Fragments—The Effect of Playing with Fire and Gunpowder.

(Special to The Bulletin)

CARBONDALE, March 20.—Yesterday about 12 m., a most terrible and heart-rending accident occurred at this place, resulting in the instant death of Edgar, son of Frank J. Chapman.

Edgar was a little fellow of three and a half years—a bright, interesting child.  Mr. Chapman for some time past has stored powder, for safe keeping, in the privy belonging to his residence.  On yesterday but one keg remained, and that had been opened.  Little Edgar procured matches, and, by some means getting the keg opened, dropped into it a lighted match, and in an instant the child was blown into eternity.  His body was blown some twenty-five feet into the air, and was found some thirty yards from the place where the powder was stored, mangled and burned almost beyond recognition.  The privy was blown to atoms, and the bricks and splinters scattered some distance around.  So great was the force of the explosion that some of the larger stones in the basement of Mr. Chapman’s dwelling were perceptibly moved.

Our whole city mourns with Mr. Chapman and his family, none are more highly respected and no child was more loved or loveable than little Edgar.  The funeral takes places this afternoon at 4 o’clock.
DROWNED SURE.—There is no longer any doubt in the minds of their acquaintances that Bob Owen and Jack Downing were drowned.  The last seen of them was in a skiff off the coal yard at the “point.”  It was late in the evening, and the wind was blowing stiffly.  They were engaged in an altercation, and their angry voices could be heard on the shore.  The next morning their skiff was found empty, and neither of them has been seen since.

Thursday, 23 Mar 1871:
A little son of Mr. B. A. Chapman of Mound City, aged two years, fell into a tub of hot water last week and died within twenty-four hours after.

Saturday, 25 Mar 1871:
A man named John Graham was run over and killed by the cars near Columbus, Ky., on last Monday.
Tuesday, 28 Mar 1871:
Mr. Charles Koff, a well-known citizen of Shawneetown, died last week.  At his funeral a couple of horses in the procession took fright and ran away seriously injuring Mrs. Muller and breaking the ankle of Mr. Montgomery.
DEATH OF HIRAM BOREN, ESQ.—We are pained to record the death of Hiram Boren, a leading and life-long resident of Pulaski County.  He died at his home in Caledonia, on Sunday last, of pneumonia.  Mr. Boren was a man of great energy and decision of character, and was always among the first to aid and encourage all undertakings that promised to stimulate the growth and prosperity of Southern Illinois.  He served as director of the old Illinois Southern railroad company, and from the inception of the present effort to build that road (under the name of the Cairo and Vincennes road) was one of its warmest and most influential friends.  During twenty-five or thirty years of his life he pursued the mercantile business in Pulaski County, maintaining the while a commercial integrity of the highest character.  During the same long interval and at the time of his death, he was a member of the Masonic order, honestly and conscientiously striving to obey its great moral precepts, and to live a true Mason, an upright man.  We join the thousands who mourn him, and tender to the family, which will most seriously feel his loss, our heartfelt sympathies.

Wednesday, 29 Mar 1871:
OBITUARY.—Died, yesterday evening, at the residence of his parents in this city, Master Charles H. F. Wood, son of Col. John Wood, aged four years.  Due notice of the funeral will be given.
Friday, 31 Mar 1871:
The Consequence of Wearing Long Hair and Looking Like a Woman

John Putze is the name of a shoemaker who has been in the employ of Mr. William Ehlers several times during the year past.  Some months since he left here for Vicksburg, and about two or three weeks ago returned, broken down in health, without money and without tools.  Mr. Ehlers kindly re-employed him, gave him board, and assigned him to a room in his house partly occupied by a young man named Charles James Wood, also an employee in the establishment of Mr. Ehlers.  It was Mr. Wood’s misfortune to possess long, flowing, light hair, and delicate, fair complexion, to have a soft, low voice, to be slight in stature, and so far as appearance went (save in dress) to look very much like a woman.  Mr. Putze, the morning subsequent to his first night’s rest in the room with Mr. Wood, informed Mr. Ehlers that he would not sleep in the room with Wood again.  That he “was a woman,” “one of those female Boston shoemakers” and he had no use for them, Mr. Ehlers laughed at this when first told of it, but soon saw that Putze was earnest, and in vain endeavored to convince him that he was wrong.  Putze maintained that Woods was a woman and for two weeks preceding the tragedy, would not sleep in the room with him—preferring the hayloft of the stable and the halls of the house.

The exposure soon brought on chills, and Mr. Ehlers approached him a few days since and gave him other quarters, telling him at the same time that he must remain indoors or go to the hospital.  He declined to accede to either of these propositions, and said he would leave the city yesterday.

The Shooting

            Early yesterday morning he entered Mr. Ehlers’ store, picked up a paper, and sat down, apparently with the intention of reading it.  He was on the chair however but a few moments, when Mr. Ehlers was started by the report of a pistol shot, and turned around just in time to prevent Putze from firing a second shot.  Wood instantly exclaimed, “Mr. Ehlers, I am killed,” at the same moment making a lunge at Putze with a knife, which he had picked up from the bench.

            The knife was caught in its passage, and prevented what would probably have resulted in a double tragedy.

            The ball entered Wood’s left breast, passing through the lungs and inflicting, so the attending surgeon states, a fatal wound.

            Wood was about twenty-one years old, unmarried, and a native of this country.  Putze was immediately arrested and lodged in jail.  He will have a preliminary examination in a few days.  He is about eight or ten years the senior of Wood, is also unmarried, and is a German by birth.  Those who knew him best assert that he is crazy.  Can he be otherwise, to attempt the murder of one whom he believed to be a woman, because it was sought to make them room together?


Saturday, 1 Apr 1871:
Charles James Wood, the victim of his looks, still lives, although no hopes are entertained of his recovery.

A notice is published elsewhere in these columns of the death of Thomas, son of Mr. and Mrs. Timothy O’Callahan. He was a bright, promising lad, and the loss so deeply felt by his parents is shared by all who knew him.

DIED.—Yesterday afternoon at 3 o’clock at the residence of his parents, corner Fifteenth street and Commercial Avenue, Thomas, son of Mr. and Mrs. Timothy O’Callahan, aged 13 years. Services will be held at the Catholic Church today at 1 o’clock. The body will be conveyed to Villa Ridge for burial from the foot of Eighth Street at 6 o’clock. Friends of the family are invited to be present.


Sunday, 2 Apr 1871:
Mrs. E. A. Wilson, a respected lady of Murphysboro, died last week.

The “painful rumor” that Mr. T. B. Hicks had committed suicide, has had the pain extracted from it by the information that Hicks still lives and has no intention of shuffling off the mortal coil.

The funeral of Thomas O’Callahan was well attended yesterday. An awkward typographical blunder made us say in our last issue that the body would be conveyed from the church to the train at 6 o’clock, instead of 2, as it should have been.


4 Apr 1871:
John Naughton, aged 17 years, died on Sunday night at 10 o’clock, of consumption. The funeral services will take place at 1 o’clock today, and his remains be taken to Villa Ridge for interment. The train will leave the foot of Eighth Street at 2 o’clock.

Saturday, 8 Apr 1871:
DIED—Last night at the residence of its parents, Willie aged three months and six days, son of James and Eliza Barrett. Memphis and Cincinnati papers please copy.

The following paragraph will be read with sorrow by hosts of people along both rivers:

Captain H. A. Oglesby, commander of the steamer, John Kilgour, died this morning of consumption, at his residence in Oldham County, Kentucky. He was on the river for 20 years and was formerly clerk of the Peytona, and has hosts of friends who will be grieved to hear of his death. He was 43 years old. Flags of boats in port will be at half mast tomorrow in respect to his memory.—Cincinnati Commercial, 7th inst.


Sunday, 9 Apr 1871:
Mr. Joseph Bartlett died on the 4th inst. (at Anna).

The S. J. Hale Bursts a Stem Pipe—Seven Lives Lost

The steamer S. J. Hale, on her downward trip from Cincinnati to Memphis, while nearing Golconda, yesterday morning, burst a steam pipe, killing six men and wounding one other. The latter died at Paducah when taken ashore. The force of the explosion seemed to go aft, tearing out some of the after bulkhead and doing great damage in the engine room generally. One account says that all the persons in the engine room at the time of the explosion were killed—three white men and four negroes—names not ascertained. The Hale was towed to Paducah by the Arkansas Belle.

For the above particulars we are again placed under obligations to Mr. Kent manager of the Western Union Telegraph at this point.


Tuesday, 10 Apr 1871:
A man named Cobb, tried for murder seven years ago, in Peoria, was sentenced to penitentiary for ten years, but who escaped at the time, has been discovered in Kansas and taken back to Peoria.

Last week a little girl of Mr. John Conroy, of Decatur, was kicked in the mouth by a colt and fatally injured. The entire upper gum and all the lower teeth except four were torn away.

A man named Greenup Tilley died in Wabash County last week from the effects of a wound in the head, caused by the throwing of a brickbat by one William Gray. The latter escaped to Indiana and has not been apprehended.

John Roberts, of Decatur, was thrown from a day wagon on Monday last, and had his skull fractured from the effects of which he died on Tuesday.


Wednesday, 12 Apr 1871:
Mr. Wood, a shoemaker, who was shot by Mr. Putze, a shoemaker, for having the form, gait and figure of a female, is recovering.

Sunday, 16 Apr 1871:
DIED.—Jesse Hundley, brother of Frank Hundley, and half-brother of James Johnson, died in this city yesterday evening, aged 17 years.


Died at the residence of James Johnson, in Cairo, at 5 o’clock p.m. Saturday, April 15th, 1871, Jesse Hundley, aged eighteen years. The remains will be taken to Olney, Illinois, for interment, leaving Cairo by Monday morning’s train. Funeral services will be conducted by Rev. Mr. Thompson at Mr. Johnson’s residence, corner Fourteenth Street and Commercial Avenue, at 4 o’clock Sunday afternoon.  Friends and acquaintances of the family are invited to attend.

Tuesday, 18 Mar 1871:
John Baird, a young man of much promise, died last week, of consumption (Carbondale).

A man, name unknown, was killed by lightning in Grand Coate Prairie, on Monday last.

Michael Gannon, formerly of this city, but lately of Unity Precinct, died in this city on Sunday. His remains were buried at Villa Ridge yesterday.

Wednesday, 19 Apr 1871:
A printer, who has been vagranting in this city for a few days past, attempted to walk to a steamer at the wharf last night, and instead walked into the river. He was drowned.

Mrs. Scott White, whose death has been expected every moment during the past two days, was still alive last night at eleven o’clock.

INSANE.—Putze, the shoemaker who lately shot his fellow workman at Ehler’s shoe shop, was yesterday examined as to his sanity before a committee of six citizens—Messrs. H. R. Lawrence, John C. White, G. Goldsmith, Mr. Alba, Michael Malongey and Henry Elliott. The result of the inquisition was the Putze was partially insane and is a fit man to be sent to the Illinois State Hospital for the Insane.



Thursday, 20 Apr 1871:
Funeral Notice

The funeral of Scott White, Esq., who died yesterday morning will take place at the family residence today, at 1 1/2 o’clock p.m.  Rev. C. H. Foote, pastor of the Presbyterian church, will conduct the services.  At the close of the services, the remains will be carried to the station of the Illinois Central R. R. from whence they will be taken on the 3:30 train to Pittsburg, Pa., for sepulture.  Friends and acquaintances are invited.

The deceased was born in Ireland in 1813; in 1832 he came to the United States and in 1835 located in Cairo.  During the sixteen years of his residence in Cairo he acquired the reputation of a man of strict integrity.  Those who knew him best esteemed him most.  In his composition there was little of that diplomatic skill which refuses while seeming to assent, and repels while professing to embrace.  He said, “No,” when his judgment dictated the word, regardless of the consequences, which might follow, and never compromised with truth in his intercourse with his fellow men.  Stern and sometimes brusque in his deportment, he gave what he would and took what he was entitled to receive.  He asked from no one what he was not willing to give, and in former years, while he was in the vigor of his business life, moved about the world as if it were a great dry goods store, in which were sellers and purchasers; but in late years the flush of business enthusiasm having given place to the more kindly influences of social life, he had laid aside many of the “cares of trade” and had given encouragement to efforts to create in Cairo a condition of society in which the “social races” as well as virtues might take root and under genial influences grow into vigorous strength.

But in the moment of his greatest usefulness, after he had won the battle of success in life—just at the moment when his hand endowed by fortune with ability to do good was being stretched out in the noble work of helping to make the world better by making it happier, he was attacked by mortal illness, and died.  But he met the King of Terrors without a tremor, and passed from life into the mysteries of eternity satisfied with the verdict of fate and rallying with confidence on the hope of a happy immortality.  To Dr. Dunning, his attending physician, he expressed in the early siege of his illness the belief that he had reached “the end,” and surrendered at discretion before the dreaded enemy was in sight, but in his surrender he exhibited so many of the characteristics of noble manhood—was so kind to the woman who had been his companion through life, so gentle in his intercourse with friends—so confident of happiness in the lie to come—so thoroughly reconciled to the fate which bade him enter the turbid and chilly eaters of the river of death, the he turned defeat into victory, and relying on the goodness of God, who is the Father of all, and saying, “Not my will, but Thine be done,” took his chamber in the silent halls of death.
DEATH OF TWO OLD CAIROITES.—Some time ago The Printers’ Circular announced the death of A. G. Williams and Thomas Lucas, both of whom were at one time identified with Cairo and her theatrical interests—the former being well known to many of our citizens.  During the early part of the struggle between the two sections, Williams built the Defiance Theatre, on Fourth Street, between Washington Avenue and Walnut Street, and ran it with uninterrupted success for a number of months—having under engagement some of the best stock talent in the country.  Leaving here he followed the fortunes of the army, and in company with Lucas established himself in the same profession in Huntsville, Ala., where owing to the advance of the Confederate line, he met with reverses that caused him to return to his legitimate business—printing—which he followed for over two years in Memphis, Lucas also being in the same city engaged in the same business.  Leaving Memphis, Williams and Lucas traveled further south, locating—Williams in Mobile, and Lucas in New Orleans.  The deadly epidemic yellow fever, which almost yearly traverses the shores of the Gulf, and river tributary to it, visited Mobile and New Orleans, and Lucas and Williams were numbered among it victims, and received the rites of Christian burial at the hands of the members of the typographical unions of those two cities.

Friday, 21 Apr 1871:
A FOUL DEED.—Mr. W. H. Gray, a well-known citizen of St. Louis, died in that city on Monday afternoon, from the effects of being struck with a wagon stake in the hands of a drayman, John Tracy.  The later became incensed because Mr. Gray would not have a wagon belonging to him removed to make room for
Tracy’s dray.  He first struck Mr. Gray with the stock of his whip.  A scuffle ensued between the two, and Mr. Gray succeeded in getting the whip.  The drayman then followed Mr. Gray with a wagon stake, and when close enough behind him raised the stake and with both hands and struck him on the back of the head, felling him to the ground.  Mr. Gray was taken to his home, insensible, and died in three hours.  At last accounts, the drayman had not been arrested.

We have been informed that Mr. Gray was the brother of a Cairo lady, the wife of Mr. Cox, of the firm of Rockwell & Co.
The Late Scott White’s Funeral.—Yesterday afternoon the remains of the late Scott White were followed to the depot of the Illinois Central railroad by a very large concourse of citizens who had been his friends and acquaintances in life.  The procession was headed by the Delta Social Club, of which society he had been a member.  Then came a carriage containing the widow and the other members of the bereaved family, followed by several hundred ladies and gentleman.  The remains were placed on board the carts, and the friends slowly dispersed, to pursue the calls of life until the summons shall come to each of them to also join the innumerable caravan that journeys to the pale realms of shade.  At the residence of the deceased, the religious services, conducted by Rev. Mr. Foote, of the Presbyterian church, were of a very interesting character.  The house was crowded and the reverend gentleman spoke for about half an hour in an earnest and eloquent manner reciting some of the incident of the dying hours of the deceased, and declaring the belief that he had secured that reward in eternity which is promised to those Christians who “die in the Lord.”  A few days before his death the deceased took the sacrament, was baptized into the Presbyterian Church and became a member of Mr. Foote’s congregation, of which he has been a regular attendant for several years.  Peace to his manes.
RESOLUTIONS OF RESPECT.—Yesterday morning the Board of Directors of the City National Bank of Cairo held a meeting for the purpose of expressing their regret at the death of Mr. Scott White, one of the directors of that institution.  On motion the following preamble and resolutions were adopted:

Whereas, it has pleased an All-wise Providence to remove from our midst, by the band of death, Scott White, one of our beloved Directors, therefore be it

Resolved, That in his death, this bank has lost a director whose place can scarcely be filled; whilst we, as individuals, lament a friend whose memory will ever be warmly cherished in our hearts.

Resolved, That we offer our sincere condolence to the family and relatives of the deceased, in whose bereavement we tenderly sympathize.

Resolved, That these proceedings be entered in the minutes of this bank, and the cashier be requested to furnish a copy thereof to the family of our lamented brother, and that they be published in the papers of the city.
W. P. Halliday, Pres’t.
A. B. Safford, Cashier
At 1 o’clock the Delta Social Club was called to order by Vice President Winston, who announced the death of Mr. White, one of the members and suggested that the club take some action expressive of its respect for the memory of the deceased and that such action should be made public.  Mr. Antrim then moved that a committee of the three be appointed by the chair for the purpose of reporting resolutions.  The chair appointed Messrs. Antrim, Dunning and Oberly.  After consultation the committee reported the following preamble and resolutions, which were adopted unanimously:

WHEREAS, For the first time in the history of this Club death has entered into our circle and struck down one of our members in the person of Scott White,

Resolved, That while recognizing in this dispensation of Providence an admonition which enforces with peculiar emphasis the old lesson of the uncertainty of life, The Delta Social Club, which was organized to develop in this community a spirit of neighborly kindness, and this community in which the deceased lived for many years occupying a place among the most upright of its businessmen; and his family, which received at his hands that care and affectionate kindness which grow out of the rich soil of a good heart; and society, which is beautified by integrity and that bold truthfulness which frowns upon falsehood, have all suffered a great loss in the death of our respected brother, the late Scott White.

Resolved, That we hereby express heartfelt sorrow at the loss of so true a friend, and desire to offer with our words of regret sincere condolence to the family of the deceased, who have been deprived at once of a husband, a parent and a friend.

Resolved, That this Club as a mark of respect for the memory of the deceased, attend his funeral this day in a body.

Resolved, That the proceedings of the meeting be spread at length on the records of the Club, and that a copy of these resolutions be furnished by the Secretary to the family of the deceased, and to papers of the city for publication.

Saturday, 22 Apr 1871:
THANKS.—I hereby tender my thanks to the citizens of Cairo, who so kindly manifested their sympathy in my bereavement, and showed such genuine and true regard for Mr. White.
Will the Delta Social Club accept my gratitude for their attendance and valuable assistance at the funeral?
Mrs. Scott White.
Cairo, April 20, 1871


Thursday, 25 Apr 1871:
RUMORED FATAL ACCIDENT.—A rumor prevailed on the streets yesterday that Monroe Campbell, the contractor for the Southern Illinois Normal School building at Carbondale, had been fatally injured by falling timbers while engaged in superintending the work on the house.


Wednesday, 26 Apr 1871:
Revolting Crime in St. Clair County, Illinois
A Bride of Two Months Brutally Butchered
Particulars of the Tragedy—An Unknown Vagabond the Murderer—An Enraged Populace Scouring the Country, Etc.

(From the St. Louis Republican, 24th)

The Tragedy

The tragedy was committed at the farm house of Christian Peter, six miles southwest of Belleville, and the victim was Mrs. Mary Peter, wife of Mr. Peter, and daughter of Mr. John Keck, an aged and highly respected citizen of the county.

Between three and four o’clock on Saturday afternoon Mr. Peter left his house to go to the house of his father-in-law for a wagon load of corn, and it was during his absence that the terrible affair occurred.  Subsequent revelations show that not long after his departure a stranger arrived at the house, and seeing no one but a defenseless woman present, proffered insults which rather than submit to the lady chose the less bitter alternative of death.  The heartless intruder commenced a violent assault on Mrs. Peter, which she resisted with all her strength.  How desperate the struggle was, was sufficiently evident by the wounds she received, and the slaughter house appearance of the room.  Though, at the end of the struggle, the victim of the attempted outrage lay lifeless, the villain was discomfited in his base purpose.

Before retiring from the scene of his atrocity, he sought to add a crowning feature by pillaging the house of articles which he could carry away without incommoding himself.

Discovery of the Murder.

Mr. Peter returned shortly before sundown, and was taken by surprise by missing his customary greeting on approaching his home.  A loud crack of the whip failed to call his wife to the door, and leaving his wagon he raised the latch, rather perplexed about the silence.  His wife lay as she was left—with her throat cut in three places, the jugular vein severed, her face hacked and bruised, hair torn in handfuls from her head, and her clothing rent.  Blood stained the wall and furniture, and had trickled into pools.

Mr. Peter, shocked scarcely as man had even been before, raised the alarm and astounded his neighbors by the intelligence of the crime.


Parties of men were organized to endeavor to capture the murderer, and the country was scoured in all directions, until darkness stopped further search.  The good work was continued yesterday.

The Murderer

The following is a description of the man believed to have committed the murder:

Height 5 feet 6 inches or 5 feet 7 inches, thin face, sharp nose, heavy set man, broad shoulders, hair cut short, dark complexion and dark eyes, large nostrils, beard of about three weeks growth, age about 30 years.  His dress consisted of a slouched black wool hat, low crown, with brim about four inches wide, with black faded ribbon; wore a reddish colored jeans jacket, with pantaloons of same material, the latter considerably worse from wear; brogan shoes with double sole, with the right shoe torn at the toe.  He stole from the house a dark brown beaver cloth frock coat, a pair of black and steel mixed pantaloons and a vest of the same material.  This suit belonged to Mr. Peter and the murderer may have attired himself in it for the purpose of avoiding detection.

The man suspected was in the town of Centreville at about 3 o’clock on Saturday afternoon, and while there stepped into a store and asked for a few matches.  The proprietor showed him where to find them, and noticed that he placed them in his pocket, and immediately walked out of the store.  At a later hour, five and six o’clock, the same man was again observed loitering about the farm where the murder was committed.  A match was found laying on the floor, and it is surmised that it fell from the man’s pocket while he was in the act of murdering Mrs. Peter.  The match corresponded exactly with those given the man at Centerville, and was different in shape from those used at the farm house.

The man described was a stranger in the locality, and had been seen in the neighborhood during the day.  It was ascertained that he had inquired at different farm houses for work.  It is also stated that he had been observed by some of the nearest neighbors of deceased loitering about the premises during the afternoon, and that he had been seen running from the house in a northeastern direction, carrying a bundle in his arms.  It is stated that he was at Ogle’s station yesterday, stopped at a house and begged for something to eat.  The murderer stole in addition to the clothing mentioned:  Two finger rings, two breast pins, and two sets of ear rings with the initials of the murdered woman engraved thereon.
The Victim

Mrs. Mary Peter has been married a little over two months, and she was living on a farm presented to her and her husband by her father Mr. Keck.  She was only 20 years of age, was handsome, and was held in much respect and esteem.  Her husband is an industrious, respectable young man, brother of officer George Peter, of the St. Louis police force.

Coroner Joerg of Belleville held an inquest on the body yesterday, and returned an open verdict.

As may be imagined, this cold-blooded murder has caused quite a sensation among the people.  It is hoped the murderer may be speedily captured and dealt with by the officers of the law.

Mr. James W. Hughes, sheriff of St. Clair County, has sent information to the chief of police of St. Louis that he is authorized to offer a reward of $200 for the arrest of the murderer.
DEATH OF MR. CAMPBELLL.—In yesterday morning’s issue we spoke of a serious accident to Mr. James Monroe Campbell,
contractor for the building of the Southern Illinois Normal University at Carbondale.  He received injuries from falling timbers from the building now in course of construction, Monday, and died Monday night.  He was one of the most influential and active citizens of Carbondale, widely known and highly esteemed.  His death will be universally regretted by the citizens of that place.
The funeral of the deceased will take place today at half past three o’clock.  We are informed that the Masons of this city will attend in a body.

Thursday, 27 Apr 1871:
DROWNED.—A middle-aged man fell from the Henry M. Shreve last night while that steamer was at the landing, and was drowned.  We failed to discover his name, but learned that he was a late residence of Texas, and en route to his home in Chicago.  Search was made for the body, but all efforts to secure it proved futile.
The body of William Williams, who fell off the Pink Varble a week or so ago was recovered within one hundred yards from where he was drowned, early yesterday morning.  He was a painter, and a resident of Cairo; he was a married man, but we understand that his wife is absent from the city.

Saturday, 29 Apr 1871:
A lamentable homicide occurred near Anna a few days since.  Two men, a Mr. Adkins and Mr. Wiley Davis, had a dispute about the right of possession of a piece of land.  A quarrel ensued and both became angry and excited.  Finally, Adkins, who was at work upon the disputed ground, struck
Davis with a hoe, hitting the side of his head and fracturing the skull.  The wounded man lingered several days and died.  Adkins is in jail, charged with murder.  Both men were respectable farmers and this terrible affair has excited the sorrow and sympathy of the neighborhood for their bereaved families.

(The Jonesboro Gazette of 22 Apr 1871, reported that Levi Davis was killed by O. F. Atkins on Thursday, 19 Apr 1871.)
Caleb Baldwin, a citizen of Golconda, lost his life by being covered with a mass of earth from a drift in which he was working.  Borne down by the irresistible weight, he exclaimed, “Lord have mercy on my soul!” and with the last sound of intelligible articulation he was buried from view.  Three hours work brought the body to sight, when it was discovered that his neck and back were broken, head and breast crushed, and a piece of spar driven into his head, under the right eye, a distance of two inches.  A sudden and terrible death.
Lazarus Bracher shot and killed Frank J. Burton, at Bracher’s Lake, three miles back of Belmont.

Sunday, 30 Apr 1871:
Mr. Boswell Walton died on the 24th and was buried by the Masons, of which order he was a member.
He Is Captured in the Vicinity of

John Singleton, in August, 1870, murdered his little step-daughter, aged three years in Lyon County, Kentucky.  After committing the foul deed he secreted the body of his victim in a fence corner on the premises his presence cursed, where it was found, plainly showing evidence of brutal violence.  It bore the appearance of having been terribly beaten, so much so that death proved an angel of mercy, to the frail sufferer, whom, it seems, was an invalid at the time of her death.  The circuit court of Lyon County found John Singleton guilty of murder of Clementine Singleton, and before the officers of the law could secure his body he had deserted his home, which should have appeared somber and dark to him, and went away to other parts.  The Governor of the State of Kentucky offered a reward of $500 for his apprehension and delivery to the jailer of Lyon County.  Notwithstanding the untiring and faithful search made for Singleton, stimulated by the reward, he evaded the men of law until he concluded himself entirely safe, when in an evil hour for him, and a gain to justice, he returned to Kentucky, and settled near Cairo.  F. M. Hildreth and B. F. Cochran, of Kentucky, during this month, by some strange chance found clue to the trial that finally led to his whereabouts.  They traversed the country between Lyon County and Cairo, and came upon him on the Kentucky side opposite this city, pursuing the avocation of a farmer, apprehended him, placed him aboard the steamer Lumsden and took him up the river, and on the 16h inst., delivered him to A. J. Ross, jailer of Lyon County—then earning by their shrewdness and bravery, a handsome reward, and bringing to justice a fiend who beat unto death an innocent and defenseless child, an invalid, one to whom his heart should have warmed, and upon whom he should have bestowed sympathy and filial caresses.



Tuesday, 2 May 1871:

Hon. Sharon Tyndale, ex Secretary of State, was foully murdered within a stone’s throw of his home in Springfield, on Saturday last.  He left his home about one o’clock in the morning to take the train for St. Louis and had only reached the front of a building adjoining his own grounds, when he was assailed, struck by a bludgeon, as his appearance indicated, and then shot through the brain.  The murder was not known until day break, when his body was found, stiff and dead.  His pocket book, which had contained about fifty dollars, was found empty near the scene of the tragedy.  A valuable gold watch was still upon his person.  No clue to the murder has been discovered.

Mr. Tyndale was about fifty-five years of age, universally liked and respected, and a man of education and fine address.  His eldest son, Julius Tyndale, is now absent in Europe, having been engaged as surgeon in the Prussian Army during the recent Franco-Prussian War.  The State flag at the Capital was raised at half-mast as a testimony of respect to the deceased.  The authorities of Springfield have offered one thousand dollars reward for the arrest of the murderer.  Mr. Tyndale’s remains were conveyed to Belleville and interred in Harrison Cemetery yesterday.
Hon. Sharon Tyndale, an account of whose assassination appears elsewhere in this issue of The Bulletin, made the first survey of the Cairo and St. Louis Railroad, and was, at the time of his death, a member of the directory of the road.  He was well known in this city.
MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE.—For some time pasty a man named Leslie has been acting in the capacity of watchman to barges in the Ohio River opposite the box factory.  One night last week the barges were taken from their moorings destined for Memphis.  In the morning after their departure it was discovered that Leslie had also disappeared leaving his lantern on the river bank.  Fears are entertained that he was drowned, as up to this time nothing has been heard from him by his relatives or friends.

Later.—Since writing the above Mr. Leslie’s body was recovered from the river, opposite the factory.

Wednesday, 3 May 1871:
THE LATE J. M. CAMPBELL.—The New York Herald says:  “J. Monroe Campbell, contractor of the Normal University building at Carbondale, while superintending the hoisting of material at the building on Monday last, was struck by some falling joists, and died from the injures he received.  Mr. Campbell was well known in this city as a cotton factor, and was at one time the heaviest cotton operator in New York.  His operations were so extensive that during one year he is said to have controlled a larger proportion of the cotton crop than any single individual had or has ever controlled.  He was of comparatively humble origin, but rose by his own unaided exertions to affluence.”  When an individual makes his mark as a business man in the great city of New York, his loss must certainly be deeply felt in a small community like Carbondale.

Thursday, 4 May 1871:
DIED.—Mrs. Ruth Dimmitt, an old time resident of Cairo, died suddenly yesterday morning at Paducah.  Her remains will be brought to this city on the steamer Fisk, on Friday next, and be taken by train immediately to Villa Ridge for interment.  Mrs. Dimmitt was the widow of the late Captain Dimmitt, widely known among river men.  The friends and acquaintances of the deceased are respectfully invited to the funeral.

Tuesday, 9 May 1871:
Mr. Ferdinand Jenner, one of the oldest residents of Pinckneyville, is recently deceased.
Wednesday, 10 May 1871:
DIED.—At the residence of Mr. Fred Theobold, Cincinnati, at fifteen minutes past one, yesterday, 9th inst., Charley Brown, formerly of this city, in the twentieth year of his age. Mr. Theobold, his cousin, telegraphed the news of his death to Mr. Gus Hime, yesterday.  The body will be brought to this city for burial.  Mr. Brown had in the country no relatives but Messrs. Theobold and Hime.  His parents are living in Germany.  Due notice of the funeral ceremonies will be given.

Thursday, 11 May 1871:
SUDDEN DEATH.—Mr. John Johnson, formerly a lumber merchant in this city, and at one time a partner of Joseph McKenzie, suddenly dropped dead on last Sunday while walking along one of the streets of St. Louis.  Mr. Johnson leaves a wife and son.

Friday, 12 May 1871:
Mr. John Reynolds, a well-known farmer of Massac County, died on the 3d inst.
The Massac Journal says:  “In the case of the People vs. John W. Haley, for the killing of Joseph P. Harrington, which was called yesterday, on motion of the counsel for the defense, Judge Baker granted a change of venue.  The case goes to Mound City and will come up for trial the 3d Monday of the present month.  Hon. D. W. Munn and Judge Green have been retained for the defense, and we learn that Judge Allen will assist our able State’s Attorney in the proposition.
FUNERAL NOTICE.—Mr. and Mrs. Fred. Theobold arrived from Cincinnati yesterday with the body of the late Mr. Charles Brown, who died at Mr. Theobold’s residence on Tuesday last.  The remains were taken to the residence of Mrs. Amanda Selby, from whence they will be buried at Villa Ridge today at 12 o’clock.  Funeral services by Rev. Mr. Foote, will take place at Mrs. Selby’s house at half past 10 o’clock a.m. today, and the body will be conveyed in the cars at 12 o’clock precisely.  The friends of the deceased are respectfully invited to be present.

Sunday, 14 May 1871:
A change of venue has been made in the cases of Dewoodie and
Eden for the murder of Brown.  Their trials will be held in Franklin County.
Tuesday, 16 May 1871:
An effort was made yesterday afternoon to raise the body of little Carl Thomas, drowned in the Ohio River last Friday, about two miles above Cairo.  At the time of going pot press we were not informed as to the result.
Wednesday, 17 May 1871:
The funeral train passed along Washington Avenue yesterday afternoon was that of Mat Price’s wife. Price is a colored man who keeps a family grocery on Cedar Street.
We are sorry to learn that all efforts to find the body of little Carl Thomas have proved ineffectual.  Twenty-four guns were fired Monday, near where the little fellow fell into the river, with the hope or raising the body.
Haley, charged with the murder of Harrington, in the streets of Metropolis, a short time ago, and Grasshopper Sam whose fame and deeds are familiar to our readers will be tried in the Pulaski circuit court during the present session.

18 May 1871:
DIED.—In Mound City, at the residence of G. F. Meyer, on Wednesday morning, Charles August Meyer.  The funeral will take place from the residence of G. S. Meyer, at 9 o’clock a.m., Friday, 19th inst.  The tug Montauk will leave Cairo at 7 o’clock a.m.  Friends and acquaintances are invited.
$25 REWARD.—At a meeting of the Cairo Casino, held at their hall on Wednesday evening, May 17, 1871, it was resolved to offer a reward of twenty-five dollars for the recovery of the body of Master Carl Thomas (son of Carl H. Thomas, Esq.) drowned opposite this city, on Friday, the 12th inst.
By order of the Society
Joseph Mendel,
A. Marx, Committee
FLOATER FOUND.—The dead body of a negro deck hand was caught in the Ohio River yesterday, and brought to shore just below the St. Charles Hotel.  A coroner’s jury was empanelled, and decided that deceased had most probably came to his death by accidental drowning.  The body had evidently been in the water eight or ten days, as it was much swollen, and in a measure, decayed.  No papers were found indicating deceased’s name and place of residence, three dollars in currency being the only effects found about the body.  The remains were given in charge of Mr. N. Feith, who buried them at the expense of the county.  (This report was repeated in the Friday, 19 May 1871, issue.)

Friday, 19 May 1871:
Two printers named Mullen and
Conway, known to the craft in Cairo, engaged in an angry altercation, in St. Louis Wednesday night, while under the influence of liquor.  The quarrel resulted in a fight.  Mullen stabbed Conway, inflicting a wound that is pronounced mortal.
The Cairo Casino and Silver Cornet Band jointly offer $50 reward for the recovery of the body of little Carl Thomas, drowned in the Ohio River a week ago.  This sum will be apt to insure the recovery of the body as soon as it rises, which is will mot likely do in a day or two.

At a meeting of the German Dramatic Association, May 17th, the following resolutions were unanimously adopted:

Resolved, That we, the members of the German Dramatic Association, express our bitter regret for the sad accident that has befallen the beloved child of Worthy President Carl L. Thomas, Esq.; and,

Whereas, It has pleased Almighty God to visit his beloved son with a premature and sudden death, thereby inflicting a deeper wound upon the feelings and affections of his father,

Be it further resolved, That we, as one, cheerfully tender him all the consolation that the expression of our sympathy may afford.
Louis Herbert, Pres’t pro tem
William Kuchenbecker, Sec’y.

Saturday, 20 May 1871:
We regret to learn that the injuries sustained by Col. Oscar Turner, of
Ballard County, by a fall from his buggy about two weeks ago, have assumed a most serious form. It is now feared that the Colonel will not recover.

Tuesday, 23 May 1871:
CARD OF THANKS.—I desire through your columns to return thanks to the many citizens of Cairo who have rendered so much aid in the attempt to recover the body of my son, Carl Thomas, who was drowned while returning to the city from the late public school picnic. Especially are my thanks, and my wife’s due to Halliday Brothers who voluntarily used their steam tug in the fruitless search; and also, to the Silver Cornet Band and the Casino who offered rewards for the recovery of the body. These marks of kindness have left an indelible impression upon our minds which time will deepen not efface. To the Cairo Dramatic Association, and to the citizen who have given expression to their sympathy, in behalf of my wife, and in my own behalf also, I return my most heartfelt thanks. I shall ever cherish the memory of the kindness which in this trial has met us on every hand.
Cairo, Ill., May 22, 1871


Wednesday, 24 May 1871:
THE GLOBE MUTUAL: The following “cards” talk for themselves:
Cairo, Ill., April 19, 1871
J. C. White, Esq., Cairo, Ill.
DEAR SIR:—I take pleasure in acknowledging the receipt of $3,000 (being the among of Policy No. 15,2365) this day paid to me as the administrator of William H. Schofield (deceased) by the Globe Mutual Life Insurance Company of New York, thorough your agency. I am more than ever confident in the belief that the “Globe” is justly entitled to the widespread reputation she enjoys for fair dealing and prompt payment of losses, and that she is worthy of the fullest confidence of the public.
Yours Respectfully.
John B. Phillis

Cairo, Ill., May 22, 1871
J. C. White, Cairo, Ill.
Dear Sir:—In acknowledging the receipt of $2,000, being amount of Policy No. 22, 332 on the life of my late husband, in the Globe Mutual Life Insurance Co., of New York, I desire to express my thanks, not only to the company for their promptness in payment, but to you, as their agent for your kind and immediate attention to, and manner of adjusting the loss, giving me no trouble in the matter and no expense, and I shall always feel grateful for the kindness shown me by you. I am, respectfully yours,
Mrs. Augusta Meyer.

The body of little Carl Thomas, who was drowned last Friday a week ago was found yesterday, at Island No. 3, and brought up yesterday by the steamer Illinois. The body was found by
Forest Kline and Wilson Wynne, who received the $50 reward offered by the Cairo Silver Cornet Band and the Cairo Casino. The remains will be carried to Villa Ridge for burial, this afternoon. See notice elsewhere.

FUNERAL NOTICE.—Funeral services over the body of little Carl Thomas, drowned from the picnic barges Friday week ago, will be held at the residence of Mr. Carl L. Thomas, corner of Eighth Street and Washington Avenue at 1 o’clock this afternoon. The services will be conducted by the Rev. Mr. Heibig. The friends of the family are invited to attend. The train, which will convey the remains to Villa Ridge, will start from the foot of
Eighth Street at 2 o’clock p.m.

A COLD-BLOODED MURDER.—Mr. Kent, the obliging superintendent of the telegraph office in this city, has put us into possession of the details of a cold-blooded murder perpetrated on Wolf Island Monday afternoon last. On Monday morning, Mr. Nick Cayce, a farmer residing on the island, discharged from his service a man named John Morton. Just before sunset Morton returned to the house of Cayce in company with a young man who worked on a neighboring farm, and calling Cayce to the gate shot him killing him almost instantly. The murderers then coolly partook of supper, and stealing a skiff made good their escape. Cayce was an inoffensive man, and was not known to have an enemy in the world.


Thursday, 25 May 1871:
The trial of Haley, for the murder of Harrington, brought to
Mound City by change of venue from Massac County, was put on trial Tuesday, and when our informant left Mound City yesterday evening the work of empanelling a jury had not concluded. The trial of the case will consume the balance of the week. Over sixty witnesses are present from Metropolis. Judge Allen will conduct the prosecution, and Judge Green appear for the defense. Present indications induce the belief that about one half of the town of Metropolis will be in attendance before the trial is concluded.

A negro man who came up from Norfolk yesterday morning, says that about two miles below Bird’s Point he saw the dead body of a man in the river floating near the shore. The clothes indicated that he was a deckhand.

The crowd in attendance at the funeral of little Carl Thomas, yesterday, was of a character to assure Mr. and Mrs. Thomas that they have the sympathy of our entire community. The Rough and Ready Fire Company, the Cairo Casino, the German Dramatic Society and Cairo Silver Cornet Band, of all of which organizations Mr. Thomas is a member, were well represented and the German school, of which little Carl was a pupil, were present in a body. The funeral sermon was pronounced by the Rev. Mr. Helbig, and is spoken of as an able and affecting discourse. The school children sung an appropriate song, and passing around the coffin of their late schoolmate, placed upon it the tribute of beautiful flowers. The remains were accompanied to the cars by a large concourse of citizens, including the German school, and at 2 o’clock the train started for Villa Ridge, where the little body was put away to its final rest.



Tuesday, 30 May 1871:
A negro funeral train, consisting of about forty men and women, in wagons, passed up
Washington Avenue about noon yesterday, every member of the train singing “Windham” at the top of his or her loyal lungs.


Friday, 2 Jun 1871:
Hon. Samuel K. Casey, of
Jefferson County who is dangerously ill at his home in Mt. Vernon. He is suffering from a severe hemorrhage of the stomach, and his recovery though still hoped for, is considered quite doubtful.


Saturday, 3 Jun 1871:
Mrs. Mulkey, wife of Hon. John H. Mulkey, died yesterday afternoon. Mrs. Mulkey was an estimable lady and her death will be deeply regretted by all who knew her.

A Man Torn Literally to Pieces

We last evening received the following particulars of the killing by the cars of Martin Bryan at Dongola, on Wednesday morning last.
Dongola, Ills.,
June 2, 1871

On last Tuesday, one of the railroad section hands at this place, named Martin Bryan, got on a spree, and when last seen at about ten o’clock at night he was endeavoring to find his way home, in a state of beastly intoxication. The next morning his body was found on the railroad track almost literally torn to pieces, the arms and legs cut off, the upper part of the head mashed to a jelly, the clothing torn to shreds and the trunk terribly mutilated. Blood, pieces of bones, scraps of flesh, etc., were scattered along the track for more than a hundred feet, the indications going to show that he had been run over by both the night trains.

At the inquest held over the remains, there was some circumstantial evidence of foul play, but not enough to justify taking any further steps to ferret out the mystery if there was any. His remains were taken to Villa Ridge for interment.


Sunday, 4 Jun 1871:
A BEREAVEMENT.—The many friends in Cairo of Mr. and Mrs. William Morris will read with regret the following announcement which we take from a late
St. Louis paper.
DIED.—In this city, May 27th, 1871, Ruth, infant daughter of Will and Nina C. Morris, aged nine months and fifteen days.

The little life has gone out and left in its stead a lasting sorrow, which time, the comforter, though it may not remove, will surely soften. As months and years roll on, the little Ruth, whose presence brightened the home of her father and mother such a few short months, will be to them a blessed memory, whose mission can anyone doubt—will be gentle and lovely always.

The news of the death of Senator Sam Casey, brother of Dr. Casey, of
Mound City, was a surprise to his many friends in Cairo.


The funeral of Mrs. J. H. Mulkey will be attended at the Catholic Church this Sunday afternoon at half past one o’clock. The friends and family are invited to attend.


Tuesday, 6 Jun 1871:
The Haley trial is concluded, the jury having brought in a verdict of guilty of manslaughter, with imprisonment five years in the penitentiary. A motion for a new trial has been made. A great deal of interest was manifested by the public in the case, and the trial was contested by the defense and prosecution both in a stubborn and determined manner. McCartney, for the prosecution, spoke five hours and thirty minutes; Judge Green for the defense, nearly four hours; Mr. Linegar about two hours and fifteen minutes; and Judge Allen for prosecution over four hours. All the lawyers did their level best.


Wednesday, 7 Jun 1871:
DROWNED—REWARD—Christian Stoup, a workman of Mr. Henry Weimer, brick maker, was drowned at the “rock pile” in the
Mississippi River on Saturday last. His body has not yet been recovered, and Mr. Weimer offers a reward of $10 for its recovery. He was a German, aged about thirty-eight years.

Tuesday, 13 Jun 1871:
A Frightful Tragedy on the Glencoe
A Fool Rips Open His Abdomen and Tears His Intestines Out with His Own Hands

A frightful tragedy occurred upon the steamer Glencoe about four o’clock on last Friday morning, near Napoleon, Ark. It appears that a German got on board at New Orleans to catch the Oceanus, on which boat he had placed his baggage, intending to take passage, but had, through carelessness, missed the boat. He had no money, but was allowed to take deck passage. Early in the morning he went out upon the forecastle and took a seat upon the stage-planks which were piled upon one another near the capstan. After he had been there a considerable length of time he got up, unfastened his clothes, and, drawing a large crooked-bladed knife, ripped open his abdomen, and, with both hands, before anyone could interfere, tore out his intestines and expired in a few moments. His body was left in the hands of the coroner at Napoleon. The cause of the deed and the name of victim are alike unknown.

Friday, 16 Jun 1871:
B. McGee, who was killed some time ago in a railroad accident, and whose body passed though Cairo to be interred at Villa Ridge, and whose mangled corpse several gentlemen from the Bluff City assured us they had gazed upon, called on us yesterday evening in good health, alive but not kicking, but kicking, his leg being yet unhealed. B. in our estimation is worth a dozen dead men yet.

Sunday, 18 Jun 1871:


            A dispatch received in this city last night announces the death of Mr. Vallandigham, at eighteen minutes before ten o’clock yesterday (Saturday) morning.  He sunk very rapidly from three o’clock until the hour of his death.

The Last of a Poor “Unfortunate”—Death of a White Nymph in a Negro Bagnio—A Sad History—A Christian Minister Indeed

While the greater part of the misery and ruin evolved from the late war will ever remain a mystery, it is not infrequently that we fall upon bits of individual history, which serve to illustrate with almost unerring certainty, the severity, misfortunes and hardships to which countless thousands were subjected during the struggle, and which the lapse of time has failed to eradicate. 

The story of Cora Stacy’s life is a case in point.  Born in Obion County, Tennessee, a few miles distant from Union City, she attained womanhood and social position under circumstances denied to the many and less favored of her sex.  She had received the superficial female education of the period; possessed a pleasing, if not beautiful face, a good figure, and an easy, dignified deportment; surrounded by money, doting parents, a pleasant home, and the admirers which ever follow in the wake of all these, it was indeed, a strange freak of fate which blasted the possessor of them as with a breath, and plunged her headlong in a career of dissipation and shame. 

During the fall and winter of 1864, and indeed for over two years previous, the federal troops occupied all the country along the line of the Mobile & Ohio Railroad, between Humboldt, Tenn., and Columbus, Ky.  Cora’s parents were staunch union people, and of course their home was a favorite resort for the officers of the troops stationed thereabouts.  Between Cora and one of the frequent visitors of this class—one who wore the “eagles” of army upon his shoulders—an acquaintance was formed which soon ripened into intimacy.  IT was the old, old story ever again.  “Loving not wisely, but too well; confiding where there was no return; trusting only in him, who finally accomplished her ruin.”  After a time the troops were assigned to another post, and the gay, Lothario left never, during her stay there, to return. 

Filled with rumors and shame; hoping against hope to again meet him whom she held above all things, she fled from home and after a fruitless search for him over the country, landed in Cairo in the spring of 1867, and entered the most fashionable as well as the most notorious bagnio in the city of that time.  A few years of this life of dissipation and shame soon did its work.  About three months ago she developed an incurable case of consumption—was driven from her abode for lack of money and of friends, and was compelled to seek a refuge in the very vilest sink of iniquity, kept by an old Negro wench, whose name is synonymous with all that is wicked in our midst. 

During her sickness, however, the facts of her condition and the circumstances of her life reached the ears of one of our ministers, whose efforts in alleviating the suffering of her dying days, proclaim him a worth exponent of genuine Christianity indeed.  Out of his own pocket, and with the aid of some friends to whom he made the facts known, he daily supplied her wants, and gave such spiritual consolation as the occasion called for, rendering thus, the last remnant of her life, the one green sport she had known for years. 

On Thursday morning last she died, when her body was taken in charge of by a number of the demi-monde, for the purpose of midnight burial.  Why this time was selected for the funeral we are not able to divine, but that is was is an undeniable fact.  The remains were placed in a coffin, escorted to the 11:45 p.m. train by a body of demireps, and thence conveyed to Villa Ridge.  It will be remembered that on Thursday night last the rain, about midnight, poured down in torrents.  In the midst of this, the godless escort, with the remains, left the train and scrambled up the hills as best they might, to the burying ground.  Into the grave the remains were hurriedly shuffled and covered with earth, without a Christian soul to utter a last prayer or say an omen for the unfortunate Cora.

(The 20 Jun 1871, issue identifies the girl as Margaret Ann Jones, the daughter of Guy and Susan Caroline Jones.)


Tuesday, 20 Jun 1871:
To have made the “Midnight Burial,” in Sunday’s Bulletin correct, it should have read: For “Cora Stacy,” Margaret Ann Jones, daughter of Guy and Susan Caroline Jones, of
Tennessee. The villain who consummated her ruin was Harvey Revells, a carpenter on her uncle’s house, and not an army officer. The body, by the mistake of Coroner Cary, missed the noon train, and was taken to Villa Ridge at midnight by Lizzie Walbridge, and a Mr. Galliher who seeing the desolation of the deceased volunteered his kind offices and was interred with respect the next day at 11 o’clock.

Capt. G. D. Williamson received information on Saturday of the death of a brother in California, and that he had inherited a large fortune. The Captain left for California yesterday noon, to settle the business of the deceased and perform the other duties which this sad event has devolved upon him.

A Bilious Jury—Four Gallons of Wine, Whisky by the Pint, and Beer by a Brewery, over which to Discuss the Life of a Fellow Citizen.

We had supposed that the “rough and rugged” western justice which decided the lives of prisoners by a game of “old sledge,” “tossing coppers,” or “drawing straws,” had ceased to exist, or existed only in the mind of those who would create a laugh at the expense of the truth. To believe that the old spirit still, partially, survives, one has but to read the following affidavit of a radical officer who had in charge the jury in the Haley-Harrington case, tried in Mound City last week:
State of Illinois, Pulaski County

This affidavit duly sworn, deposes and says: “That he is the officer who had charge of the jury on the trial of John W. Haley, under indictment for murder; that the said jury did go to the Ball Cahmetre and did drink beer; but not very much; that they did go to the brewery and drank beer in the back room; and went to Jogel’s saloon and drank beer at the bar. And the affidavit further says: “That he carried whisky by the bottle to the jury, but does not known how much; that the said jury got whisky from Hallorberg’s by the pint, and had more than four gallons of wine in their room, but it was sour wine, and not stronger than lemonade. And affidavit says that the jury played cards in their room frequently during the trial. This affidavit says that he furnished strong drink and cards to the jury honestly believing they were entitled to reasonable refreshment.
(Signed & C)

This was submitted in a new trial for Haley, and the court granted it. It speaks volumes for jury duty under a gentleman whose views of what constitutes “refreshments,” are broad enough to satisfy the jolliest Dick Swiveller in the land. In him, Pulaski County has a jewel and jurors thereabouts a delightfully “soft thing.”


Wednesday, 21 Jun 1871:
It will be learned with profound regret that Prof. English, who occupied the position of principal of our public schools during the scholastic year past, was reported at
9 o’clock last night, to be in a dying condition. He was not expected to live throughout the night.


Thursday, 22 Jun 1871:
The remains of Mr. English will, probably, be taken to
Vermont, his native state, for interment.

DEATH OF MR. ENGLISH.—After a painful illness of several weeks’ duration, Mr. H. S. English, principal of the public schools of this city, died yesterday evening at
6 o’clock. The deceased was a native of Vermont and was thirty-five years of age. During several years he has been identified with the education interests of Cairo, and his place as principal will with difficulty be filled by any person who can command, as completely as he did, the esteem of the people and the affections of the pupils of the public schools. Socially, he was one of the most companionable of men. His honesty was above suspicion, and his many good qualities of head and heart won for him the respect of all those who came in contact with him. He was possessed of varied abilities, but shrank from any vain glorious display and was satisfied to do his duty faithfully, but quietly, leaving the results of his labors to trumpet his praises. He died surrounded by personal friends, but his wife was not at his bedside to minister to his wants and make smooth the rugged path that leads from life into eternity. Several months ago she left her husband in good health to pay a visit to her friends in Vermont, and did not learn of his sickness until last Saturday when Mr. Fisher telegraphed to her the sad news of the fatal illness of her husband. She is expected to arrive in the city this morning or evening, when the public will be informed of the time and place of burial.

Friday, 23 Jun 1871:
The wife of the late Mr. English has not arrived, at the hour of going to press last night. Upon her arrival due notice will be given of the funeral arrangements. Could not the children of the public schools be induced to attend the funeral in a body, and thus testify their respect for the man who devoted the best part of his life to the instruction of youths?

DIED.—At the residence of his parents, Daniel and Helen Kelly, yesterday afternoon at forty-five minutes past
four o’clock, Eugene, aged eight months and two weeks. Funeral from the passenger depot this afternoon at forty-five minutes past two o’clock.

Tribute from the School Board to the Worth of the Late H. S. English

At a special meeting of the board of school directors, held at the office of W. B. Reed, June 22, 1871, district No. 1, the following resolutions were adopted, and ordered to be spread upon the records of the board.

Hiram S. English, principal of Cairo public schools, having been cut down in the prime of his life and in the midst of his usefulness, we deem it fit that we pay such tribute to his memory as our knowledge of his many excellencies of heard and heart will warrant: Therefore,

Resolved, That in the death of Mr. English, the cause of popular education has lost on of its ablest, most earnest and efficient supporters, the “field of letters” an ornament, society an upright, honorable and conscientious Christian man, and a devoted wife a most provident and affectionate husband.

Resolved, That in common with the friend of the Cairo public schools, we deeply deplore the death of Mr. English as an affliction that involves the loss of an educator who possessed, in an eminent degree, those rare traits of character that fitted him for the position he held in our schools—that secured to him the affections and confidence of his pupils, the respect of his assistants, and the esteem of all who knew him. That we, as directors of schools may secure, in his successor, services so generally acceptable to our community we can scarcely hope, believing that in all that constitutes the successful teacher, he had few equals, and no superiors in the country.

Resolved, That to the respected widow, father and relatives of the deceased, we extend an expression of our heart-felt condolence, assuring them that our whole community sympathize with them in their great bereavement and irreparable loss.
D. Hurd
James B. Reed
M. B. Harrell
Board of School Directors for District No. 1, T. 17, S R. 1 We., Alexander County


Saturday, 24 Jun 1871:
The mortal remains of Prof. English will probably be buried tomorrow. The father of the deceased, it is expected, will arrive in the city tomorrow morning.

The children of the public school are invited to attend the funeral services to be held over the body of the lamented Prof. H. S. English. This invitation is extended by the authority of the place for the services will be made known, as soon as decided upon.


Sunday, 25 Jun 1871:
Charley Nenninger, the
Mound City brewer, died in that city yesterday morning. Mr. Nenninger had many acquaintances in Cairo.

The Late Prof. English’s Funeral.—Services today by Rev. Mr. Foot at the Methodist church
Funeral services over the remains of the late Prof. English will be conducted by the Rev. Mr. Foote, this evening, at 5 o’clock, at the Methodist church. All are invited to attend. It is particularly desired, that as many of the pupils of the public school as can will attend the services at the church, and at the close form in procession and follow the remains either to the cars or to the residence of Mr. Fisher.

Tuesday, 27 Jun 1871:
The funeral ceremonies over the body of the late Professor English, at the Methodist church on Sunday evening, were very solemn and impressive. The Rev. Mr. Foote, delivered an eloquent discourse which was listened to by an immense audience. At the conclusion of the ceremony, the procession—the largest ever seen in
Cairo—formed, and followed the remains to the Illinois Central depot. They were there taken in charge of by the widow and the father of the deceased and are now on the way to his former home in Vermont.

The late Mr. Nenninger of Mound City was buried with Masonic honors on last Sunday. The Cairo Masons superintended the ceremonies.


Thursday 29, Jun 1871:
CARD.—To those kind friends in Cairo who have given us such marked proofs of heartfelt and tender sympathy in this hour of our mortal agony, we take this method of returning our sincere thanks. No human power can restore to us our lost one. No human language can adequately describe the desolation of our hearts. No human sympathy can fully assuage our sorrow. For relief we can only look to God. But your tearful eyes, your choking voices, your suppressed sighs and the warm pressure of your hands, have told us plainly that you suffer with us. For your manifestations of sympathy and your testimonials of respect and regard for the memory of the dead, again we thank you.
Henry W. English
Mrs. H. S. English
Cairo, Ill., June 27, 1871


Saturday, 1 Jul 1871:
DIED.—June 30th, Alexander, infant son of Arthur and Mary Wadgymar, aged 9 months. Funeral at
2 o’clock p.m., today, from Center Street, between Washington Avenue and Walnut Street. No special invitations.

DIED.—Yesterday evening, Mrs. William McCormick, aged 40 years, after a short illness. The deceased will be buried at Villa Ridge tomorrow (Sunday). A special train will leave the depot at 2 o’clock. Funeral services at the Catholic church, at
1 o’clock. Friends of the family are respectfully invited to attend.

FLOATER FOUND.—Coroner Gossman held an inquest yesterday on the body of an unknown man, found in the river just below Halliday’s warehouse. He was, apparently, about thirty years old, five feet, six inches, in height, wore a goatee and moustache and long black hair; had on white linen coat, white shirt and blue pantaloons, in the pocket of which were two tickets bearing the printed words, “one chance,” and numbered respectively 269 and 271. Besides these were a Masonic collar button, and a small quantity of leaf tobacco. It is believed that he was a citizen of
Ballard County, and was in attendance at the recent tobacco fair.


Thursday, 6 Jul 1871:
Con Bryce Dangerously, if not Fatally Stabbed—Probable Escape of the Murderer

Between the hours of two and three o’clock yesterday morning, three Italians names respectively, Dominic Giovanni and Johannes and Baptiste Bethestene supposed to be drunk, attacked the saloon of Pat Clancy, on Ohio Levee, breaking in the window and transom lights. Mr. Con Bryce, an inmate of Clancy’s, and in employee of the Central Railroad Company, was awakened by the disturbance, and arming himself, went down stairs to ascertain its cause. Reaching the pavement, in night dress, he asked the business of the marauders, and was answered by having a large dirk knife plunged into his back, almost under the right shoulder blade. His pistol dropped from his grasp, and he fell instantly on the ground. The assassins fired, but the brothers, Bethestene were captured by the watchman of the railroad and lodged in jail. Giovanni who is believed inflicted the stab, escaped, and up to the hour of going to press had not been heard from. He was the owner of the saloon just above Sackberger’s on the levee, and bears the reputation of a desperado. Bryce is very dangerously if not fatally wounded. He is an old citizen of Cairo and is esteemed as honest, hard-working man. One of the Italian brothers, now in the county jail, had just arrived in Cairo from Italy, on the morning of the Fourth, and cannot speak a word of English. His brother is the owner of a fruit stand just adjoining Korsmeyer’s on Sixth Street.

The case of the People v. George Shanks, charged with assault to murder, by shooting a negro, on board steamer
Illinois, was taken up and most of the evidence heard. The case will be argued this a.m. by McCartney for the People and by Munn and Albright for the defendant.

The trial of John McElvoy for the murder of John M. Price, has been set down for next Friday. Court call this morning at 8:30 o’clock.


Saturday, 8 Jul 1871:
Mrs. Wehl, a widow woman, who kept the saloon and grocery adjoining the store of Taber Bros., died yesterday afternoon of typhoid fever.  She leaves several children.
Con. Bryon (Bryce?), who was attacked and stabbed a few nights since, by a gang of marauders, is lying in a precarious condition, with the chances against his recovery.  The knife penetrated the lungs and internal hemorrhage is feared.  We have been requested, in this connection, to state that Mr. Bryce was not armed when attacked and did not apprehend any violence.
FUNERAL NOTICE.—The friends and acquaintances of the late Mrs. Augusta Wehl, are respectfully invited to attend her funeral from the foot of Eighth Street and Ohio Levee, this afternoon at half past one o’clock.  A special train will convey the remains to Villa Ridge at that time.

Sunday, 9 Jul 1871:
The sudden death of Mrs. Wehl has created considerable excitement in the city.,
Mr. William Kendall Shot by Horse Thieves

Just as we go to press we learn that Mr. William Kendall, who resides on corner of Thirty-fourth Street and Washington Avenue, was shot about one o’clock this morning by horse thieves.  We have no particulars of the affair, further than that Mr. K. was aroused by hearing an unusual noise at his stable and upon going to the stable saw two or three men in charge of his mules.  He attempted to stop them, when he was fired upon, the shot passing through his right arm and into his right lung.  He is in a critical condition and as we are informed, it is thought he cannot recover.

Tuesday, 11 Jul 1871:
Capt. E. H. Hendricks, formerly of
Cairo, died suddenly at Chicago on last Wednesday night.  He retired to bed at 11 o’clock as well as usual and died before daylight.  His disease was inflammation of the membrane of the brain. 

The case of the People v. John McElvoy.  Indictment for murder was called on this morning.  The People were ready for trial, and the cause was postponed until tomorrow morning, with an attachment issued against Reuben Smiddy, a defaulting witness on the part of the defendant.
Attempted Murder and Robbery—Kendall, the Gardener, Shot Down While Protecting His Property—The Wound Serious, but Not Fatal—Flight of the Assassins—Arrest of the Owen Brothers and Jessy Harris on Suspicion

The hours at which we received news of the attempted assassination of Mr. Kendall, the gardener, on Sunday morning last, was too late to do more than simply announce the fact.

It appears that Mr. Kendall has been in the habit of turning his horses and mules into an out lot where he allowed them to remain until near midnight, when he would stable them; but on Saturday night, he fell into a sound slumber and allowed the usual hour for stabling to pass by unnoticed.  Between one and two o’clock in the morning, Mrs. Kendall aroused her husband and reminded him that the stock had not been put under cover.  Mr. Kendall immediately repaired to the out lot and missing the stock went out upon the road to look for them.  In his search he unexpectedly confronted three men, one leading the mare, saddles, and the other two leading three mules.  He instantly snatched the bridle of the mare, and leading her pursued the thieves who had the mules in charge.  Steadily gaining upon them, and coming near he ordered them to let go the stock.  At this moment one of the thieves discharged the contents of a shot gun at the pursuer, and wounded him in the breast and right arm.  The thieves then released the mules and fled.

Neighbors of Mr. Kendall, who had heard the report of the gun, came in, and ascertaining the facts came to the city and reported to Chief Myers, who, with Sheriff Irvin, immediately went in pursuit.
The officers soon came to the conclusion that the thieves had intended to steal the horses and swim them to the
Missouri shore.  They tracked the rogues to the Mississippi levee, near Kline’s brickyard where they lost the scent.  The officers then passed down the levee to the point, where they ascertained that two men had been seen rowing a skiff up the Ohio and over to the Kentucky shore.  These men the officers concluded were two of the thieves.  Pursuing the clue further, the officers learned that Jock Owens had been seen on Saturday evening rowing a skiff down the river toward the point; that he and his brother and Harris had been in the habit of harboring in a flat boat moored against the Kentucky shore; that they had been seen together late on Saturday night; that one of the saddles stolen by the thieves belonged to Morgan, of the Eames’ Hub and Spoke factory, and that Harris had been his driver and knew where the saddle was kept; that the other saddle, it was said, belonged to Easley, and that Jock had been at Easley’s house as late as 11 o’clock Saturday night; that one of the thieves—the one who shot—was a tall man with an extraordinarily large foot, and that Dick Owens and his feet filled this part of the bill.  Acting upon this information, and other facts not proper to be mentioned at this time, Jock and Dick Owens and Jessy Harris were arrested on Sunday morning.

The men under arrest may be guiltless of the charges against them, but if guilty they should be punished in a very summary manner.  The preliminary examination will be held before Esquire Bross.
Wednesday, 12 Jul 1871:
Orval Poor, President of the Gallatin National Bank, died in Shawneetown, on the 2nd inst.  He was a man of strong native talent, as evidenced in his life and conduct.  Commencing with nothing but health and an indomitable purpose, he had amassed, at the age of fifty-two, at which time he died, a fortune of half a million dollars.  He was a man universally respected and his death is regretted by all who knew him.
Kendall is rapidly recovery from the effects of the gun shot wounds inflicted by horse thieves on last Sunday morning.
Saturday, 15 Jul 1871:
The People v. Giovanni Batastine, Ferafino Batastine and Dominico Giovanni charged with riot, indictment quashed; charged with assault to murder by stabbing Con Bryce.  Plea of guilty of assault to do a bodily injury by Giovanni Batastine and a fine of $150 assessed and imprisoned 30 days.  Nolle as to Feragino Batastine and the case continued as to Dominico Giovanni.  The bail of the latter was placed at $300.  Allen, Albright, and Wheeler for defendants.

Sunday, 16 Jul 1871:
Whom His Shafts Have Struck in
In Metropolis, on last Monday evening, of a congestive chill, Mr. James Kennedy, aged 63 years.

In the same place, also on Monday night, infant child, of Mr. George Culver.

Near Stonefort, in Saline County, on the night of the 7th inst., Mrs. Elizabeth Randolph, after a short illness.

In Jonesboro, on Sunday morning, July 8th, 1871, after an affliction of many years, Isaac Newton Sitton, aged about 21 years, son of I. B. Sitton.

In Cobden, on Thursday of last week, David Sumner, Esq., one of the most respected citizens.

In Saline County, on the 9th last, Mrs. Mary Cain, wife of Capt. T. J. Cain, after a long illness.

A colored mother, residing on
Seventh Street, accidentally smothered her child, night before last, by sleeping on it.

Tuesday, 18 Jul 1871:
He is Arrested for Assault with Intent to Kill Marshall Bates—Examination before Judge Bross.

If the trial of Jock Owens, Dick Owens, and Harris on the charge of assassination of Mr. Kendall and the attempted robbery of his stock, should result in their acquittal on this specific charge, their arrest will still have been a clear public benefit, for they bear the character of dangerous men—men who have lived a vagabond life around Cairo for years, and whose means of support have always been a mystery to our police authorities—city and county.  Jock Owens, brother of Dick, is commonly reported to be the leader of a gang of disreputable characters, who have their headquarters in Cairo, but who extend their operations to the adjacent counties of Missouri and Kentucky.  While in our county jail charged with participation in the Kendall assassination, a colored man named Marshall Bates turns up, and upon his oath alleges that Jock made an assault upon him with intent to kill some time since, that besides abusing him in various ways, Jock drew his pistol and fired two shots at him.  Upon this charge Jock was examined before Judge Bross on Saturday last, and held over for trial at the next term of the court, in default of $300 bail.

Wednesday, 19 Jul 1871:
Daniel Brush, a negro residing in
America, Ills., who was supposed to be guilty of stealing pork, was visited by Sheriff Stoltz of Pulaski County accompanied by a party of young men, and shot him dead upon his refusal to deliver himself up.  (There is not a word of truth in this report.  The sheriff of Pulaski County is named Kennedy.)
Mr. Albright was suddenly called from the city last night by a telegram informing him of the dangerous illness of his father who lives near Jonesboro.
The telegraph informs us this morning that Sheriff Stoltz, of
Pulaski County, with a posse of young men, murdered a negro named Bush, a resident of America.  This is a falsehood manufactured out of whole cloth.  There is no negro named Bush at America and Kennedy, not Stoltz, is the name of the sheriff of Pulaski County.  The story reads like one of the Ku Klux stories with which the columns of the radical papers are now crowded.
Dominic Giovanni, charted with an attempt to let the life of Con. Brice through a dagger stab in that gentleman’s person, returned to the city yesterday and surrendered himself to Sheriff Irvin.  He gave security for this appearance at the next term of the circuit court in the sum of $300.
How a Saloon Clerk Found a Funeral in a Cellar.  Whose Bones Are These?

Yesterday morning the bar tender in Mrs. Myers saloon at the corner of Washington Avenue and Twelfth Street, informed a number of his customers, who had “dropped in” after breakfast to read The Bulletin, that he was going to the cellar to dig a sink note for the reception of the waste water from the bar and ice chest.  Procuring a candle and a spade he descended the stairs.  When he had been absent from the saloon about five minutes he was heard to utter an exclamation of alarm and cry:  “Come down; come down; I have found a funeral!”

The persons in the saloon immediately responded to the young man’s invitation, and descended into the cellar, where they found him gazing in evident alarm at a human rib, which he had thrown up with his spade.  A gentleman present took the spade and turned out of the hole, about a foot under the surface, a human skull, several ribs and pieces of cloth, which upon examination were pronounced to be parts of a soldier’s blouse.  The skull contained perfect teeth, not one being even touched by decay, and was to all appearances that of a young man.  Small fragments of flesh were found on the upper jaw.

And now the question arises:  Whose Bones Are These?

We have no doubt they are those of a Union soldier, but who buried them in this cellar?  It has been suggested that the body may have been buried before the house was built, but we are informed that all of the soldiers who died in the hospitals of the city were buried in the old burial ground, and that no soldier could have been buried under proper authority in this particular place.  It has also been suggested that one of the doctors who occupied the building before Myers, who rented it about two years and six months ago, might have thus disposed of one of his subjects for dissection; but this is not probable.  Doctors do not very carefully clothe dissected subjects for burial, or very often provide them with comfortable coffins to lie in, and “these bones” have about them the fragments of a soldier’s uniform and after life’s fitful fever sleep in a box or coffin.

Then the question still remains:  “Whose bones?” and who can answer?  Mrs. Myers says that for a considerable time after her husband took the house she noticed and frequently called to Mr. Myer’s attention, a disagreeable odor as of decaying flesh, rising from the cellar into their bed room, which was immediately above the grave of the deceased unknown. This would indicate that the death of the owner of the bones occurred long after the close of the war; but Mrs. Myers’ imagination may have deceived her sense of smell, and the question:  “Whose Bones?” remains unanswered.

The remains have not all be disinterred yet; and, it is probable that a further investigation might throw some light upon this ghastly subject.  Whose duty is it to make the investigation?  Where is the coroner?
Self Destruction of an Eccentric and Unfortunate Man—From Opulence to Poverty—From the Poor House into the Grave

On Monday last Dr. William R. Burke, at one time a distinguished physician of this city, but at the time of his unnatural death an inmate of the county poor house, committed suicide by swallowing sugar of lead.

The deceased was a remarkable man, and the story of his life might furnish a text from which many homilies of the dangers of yielding to the temptations of the wine cup and the wiles of the siren might be drawn.  At the time of his death he was about forty-five years of age, broken in health and a complete physical wreck.  He was a native of Virginia, the child of wealthy parents, who denied to him nothing that money could furnish.  His father at one time was the proprietor of the celebrated Walte Sulphur Springs.  After leaving the University of Virginia, from which he graduated, he studied law at Richmond, and just after attaining his majority was admitted to the bar.

His first case was the defense of a criminal by appointment of the court.  He made all necessary preparations for his maiden effort before a jury, and arose confident of his ability to pass through the ordeal successfully; but being of a bashful disposition, he became embarrassed before he had proceeded five minutes and fainted in the court room.  He was carried to his hotel, and could never afterwards (except on one occasion) be induced to enter a court house.  His father, after his failure at the bar, sent him to a medical college where he speedily mastered the physician’s profession, and graduated with the highest honors of his class.  Soon after commencing the practice of medicine he came to Cairo, in 1845, we believe, and soon obtained a lucrative practice.  At one time he was considered the most learned and successful physician in Southern Illinois.  For many years he was associated in the practice of his profession with the well-known Dr. Dunning of this city.
A Woman

His success in life now seemed to be assured.  He was respected by all who knew him, and at one time contest with Col. Taylor for the mayoralty of the city, being defeated by that gentleman by only a few votes, a fact which shows his great popularity with his neighbors.  But unfortunately he became involved in a liaison with a married lady of indifferent reputation and of easy virtue.  His infatuation carried him into all kinds of excesses, and he became loose in business and morals.  At last he again sought and obtained admittance to the bar for the sole purpose of prosecuting a divorce suit for his paramour.  He was successful; and after living in an open state of adultery with her for a considerable time, finally married her.  This was the fatal step of his life.  His married life was unhappy and contributed more to his downfall than all other causes combined.  He became dissipated, and finally sank to the very lowest depths of degradation.  At one time he owned the residence now occupied by Judge Allen, drove the fastest horses in the city and was in comfortable financial circumstances, but he dissipated all his property, became helpless—a pauper—and a few months ago was sent to the poor house, his wife having been sent, a short time before, to the insane asylum at Jacksonville.  Feeling his degradation, and knowing how helpless was his condition, he sought death by suicide.

Thursday, 20 Jul 1871:
The wife of the late Dr. Burke was, we are informed, a most devoted wife, faithful in all respects to her husband, supporting and sustaining him in his weak and wayward course through life.  There was no sacrifice she could make for his comfort that she did not make.  Her womanly devotion—unselfish to the point of true heroism—has lifted her above censure, and given to her the right to demand admiration.
Coroner Gossman viewed “those bones” yesterday, and came to the conclusion that he could do nothing.  His investigations led him to the belief that the remains are those of a soldier, who had been intended for dissection by one of the doctors who occupied the building before it was rented by Myers.
We were mistaken.  A negro killing scrape did occur in
Pulaski County lately.  Coroner—not Sheriff—Stoltz was the principal actor in it.  The negro resisted arrest and shot at Stoltz, who returned the fire with fatal effect.

Saturday, 22 Jul 1871:
Munn was called to
Mound City yesterday to commence proceedings against deputy Stoltz for killing a colored man in that county a few days ago.  This is a step in the right direction.  The lives of the colored men of Egypt must be protected against the Republican officer holders and their Ku-Kluxian associates.  These Republican officeholders must be taught that the day has gone by when white me, prejudiced against the innocent black man, will be allowed to shoot him down in cold blood.  We cannot stand calmly by and see such outrages.  We will not stand by and fail to protest against the wrong.  We therefore demand that the radical Stoltz shall be called upon the show that he killed the negro who died at his hand while acting in self defense or lawfully discharging his duty.  It is bad enough to have our colored fellow-citizens driven from the jury box by the Republican officers of our courts, but the camel is being loaded too heavily when radical county officials began to shoot down black men, and deliberately kill them.  Justice calls for the punishment of these oppressors of the black man.

Sunday, 23 Jul 1871:
The trial of Atkins for the murder of
Davis by consent of all parties has been postponed till the next regular term of court.
The son of Rev. W. S. Morris, fourteen years of age, living near Harrisburg, was accidentally killed last week, by being struck by a rail, knocked from its place by a horse the boy was trying to turn loose from a stable.
On Wednesday night last, Mr. John Murray, of Johnson County, was waylaid and shot by some person unknown, near his farm.  Mr. Murray was an industrious and respected citizen and owned one of the finest farms in Johnson County.
Tuesday, 25 Jul 1871:
A Hustler Accidentally Killed by Pat Kelley’s Gun

On last Friday morning, Pat Kelley, formerly of this city, and a party of friends started on a deer hunt from a rendezvous about six miles from Greenfield’s Landing in Missouri, opposite this city.  Some of the party was on foot, and others were riding.  Kelley was on a mule.  After the party had gone a short distance the mule became unruly and threw Kelley who had his gun before him resting before the saddle.  The gun was flung violently against a fence, and was discharged, sixteen buckshot of the load it contained entering the groin of one of the party inflicting a fatal wound.  The sufferer, whose name we could not learn, lingered in great agony until Sunday when he died.

Wednesday, 26 Jul 1871:
How They left a very small fortune and how it was expended--a unique administrator’s report--Pathos and Poetry

Old man Christian had two sons—William and Albert.  He died, bequeathing about $500—all his wealth—to William, the elder son.  A month after the old man’s death, William, also went the way of all flesh, and Albert became possessed of the $500.  But in a month after William’s death, Albert likewise took his journey to that land from whose bourne no traveler returns.  And thus ended the race of all the Christians.  Thomas Martain was in rapid succession the administrator of the estate of the elder Christian and of each of the two boys; and after the death of Albert had in his hands about $200, which, since there was no Christian to receive it, he concluded to expend in tombstones to mark the place of the Christians who had gone before.  His intentions in this regard were somewhat shocked by the services of a citation from Judge Bross, who, we fear, will pine and die when he has no more administrators and guardians to “cite” ordering him to show cause why he should not make a final statement of the Christian estate.  But, knowing the tenderness of the judge’s heart, his susceptibility to poetry, Martain resolved to assault Bross in his tender place, and so submitted to this consideration the following
Unique Report:

Said administrator would report, that no claims have ever been allowed against said estate, that said Albert H. Christian died leaving no known heir at law or legal representative; that the graves wherein repose the ashes of the dead Albert, and of his father Samuel L. Christian, who devised the same to said William, remain unprotected or unmarked by stone or monument, with nothing to perpetuate the memory or make the resting place of father and son, the last of all the Christians, who lived and died and left money for the coffers of the county, but not a cent to protect their own hallowed dust or proclaim to Christianity in a Christian land the spot where these Christians sleep, except by permission of this honorable court.

Oh! Sad Estate!

Oh! Human wretchedness!  So weak is man,

So ignorant and blind, that did not God

Sometimes withhold in mercy what we ask

We should be ruined by our own ‘bequest.’”

Said administrator, in consideration of the premises, and in order that these three Christians may not, while funds that were theirs remain, sink into their graves “unknolled, uncoffined and unknown,” would respectfully ask of this honorable court that he be permitted, as a part of the burial expenses and expenses of administration, to invest the said sum of money now in his hands, in inclosing the said graves and erecting over them a suitable marble slab “sacred to the memory” of these men; that

“What we have seen our sons shall see,

Remnant of things that have passed away,

Fragments of stones reared by creatures of clay.”

And also to the grave of the said Samuel’s wife and daughter, and that this cause may be continued until said administration can make a final report of his action in this premises.

            But if this honorable court shall not in its wisdom grant what seems to be meet and proper to said administrator, viz: that the funds of the dead, when unclaimed by justice and uncalled for by the living, should be appropriated towards giving honorable sepulture to its owners, then, and in that case, said administrator respectfully asks that this be approved as his final report, and that he be discharged as such administrator upon his paying into the county treasury the said sum now in his hands, and filing with the clerk of this court his receipt therefore.

            “Yet I beseech you,

            Wrench once the law to your authority,

            To do a great right, do a little wrong.”

and give the money to the dead and not to the state.

Thomas Martain, Administrator of Albert H. Christian, deceased.

            Need we say that Judge Bross, who is as adamant to prosaic eloquence, melted before this poetical assault and graciously permitted the graves of the last of the Christians to be marked by marble slabs?


Thursday, 27 Jul 1871:

A Well Known Farmer Shot in Sight of His Own House—No Clue to the Murderer.

We briefly noticed the assassination of Mr. John Murray, of Johnson County, in a late number of the Bulletin.  The particulars of the foul affair are thus stated in the Massac Journal of the 22d.—

In connection with the paragraph on murder, in another column, comes the startling intelligence of the assassination of John Murray the well known Metropolis and Vienna teamster, who lived a few miles beyond New Columbia in Johnson County.  Mr. John Murray, on last Wednesday, had been over to Col. J. L. Wymore’s threshing wheat and was returning home in company with three other gentlemen.  They were driving slowly along in their wagon, and had entered Mr. Murray’s own lane, within about two hundred yards of his residence, when one of the gentlemen in the wagon remarked to Mr. Murray, that “some one had left his fence down again.”  “Yes,” replied Mr. Murray, but I’ll catch up with the d----d rascal yet.”  While these words were yet trembling on his lips, a flash was seen from the fence corner, just alongside; a report instantly followed, and John Murray fell over in the wagon, a bleeding and mangled corpse, pierced in the head, neck, and breast, by some seven or eight buckshot.  The mules attached to the wagon took a fright, dashed off one hundred or more yards, ere they could be checked, and from this cause not a glimpse was seen of the murderer.  On returning to the spot, an ambuscade was discovered in the fence corner, formed by breaking persimmon and other boughs to serve as a screen for the murderer, whilst he accomplished the hellish purpose, in which he was only too successful.

Thus perished a man well known in this community, a useful citizen and a thrifty farmer.  His beautiful home on the Vienna Road is left desolate, and an invalid wife left to buffet alone the tide of events, which full oft overwhelm the most hardy of life’s voyagers.

No clue has yet been found to the murderer, but in the interest of civilization as against barbarism, we trust that his damning crime will find him out, wherever he may flee, and a guilty conscience fix the real of its power upon him until it shall be written upon his countenance in language too plain to doubt thou art the murderer.

Friday, 28 Jul 1871:
William Cahil, an old citizen of
Cairo, died at his residence yesterday.

Sunday, 30 Jul 1871:
The Benton Standard says:  “James Beaty, a well-known citizen of this county, received a telegram on Saturday last, informing him that his son, Richard Beaty, who resided in the neighborhood of
Jacksonville, in this state, had been murdered on the preceding evening.  No particulars as to the murder were given.  Mr. Beaty left for Jacksonville on Sunday, and has not yet returned.
A brother of James Aldred, surveyor of Pulaski County, fell from a peach tree, on Tuesday last, and in forty-five minutes was a corpse.  Dr. Low was called in, but on his arrival the boy was dead.  No inquest.


Tuesday, 1 Aug 1871:
Green Moss, under orders from Sheriff Irvin, yesterday arrested David Victor, charged with the murder of a man in
Stoddard County, Missouri.  The arrest was made in this county, near Ullin.  Moss and an assistant came suddenly upon the desperado and compelled him to surrender his arms—two six shooters.  Sheriff Irvin left with his prisoner this morning on the steamer Illinois for Bloomfield, Missouri, where he will be handed over to the authorities of Stoddard County.
Thursday, 3 Aug 1871:
Mrs. Robinson died yesterday at her residence, corner
Fourth Street and Washington Avenue, after a sickness of many weeks, of hemorrhage of the lungs.
The friends and acquaintances of Mrs. Eliza Robinson are invited to attend her funeral, which will take place from the Catholic Church today, at one o’clock.  A special train will immediately thereafter leave the foot of Eighth Street for the cemetery at Villa Ride.

Saturday, 5 Aug 1871:
Thomas English, engineer of the steamer Tom Jasper, died at this port last evening of congestion of the stomach.  He was taken sick last Wednesday.  He was a single man and about thirty years of age.  His remains will be forwarded to his friends in
Capt. George D. Moore died rather suddenly at
Pittsburg on Tuesday of dropsy of the chest.
The funeral of the late mate, James Fitzgerald, took place in
Pittsburg day before yesterday.  The deceased was in the 69th year of his age when he died, and was universally respected and esteemed for his many manly traits of character.  Professionally he was recognized as one of the best mates navigating our waters.
The Story of the Murder of Dr. Lindsay by Dave Victor—The Prisoner’s Version of It.

Although the murder of Dr. Lindsay, at Bloomfield, Mo., occurred nearly two years ago, no accurate history of it has ever been published and probably would never have been, but for the vigilance of Sheriff Irvin and his deputies in finally capturing the murderer, who since its committal has resided in Pulaski County, Ills., where he has successfully defied and eluded the officers of justice.

David Victor, the murderer, is the son of Dr. Victor lately of Pulaski County.  The doctor is well known throughout southern Illinois, and is now, or was under indictment in this circuit court for the alleged poisoning of his wife.  Dave, like his father and two brothers, is strictly temperate, never swears, and eschews all the vices common to weak humanity; but is described the those who knew him best, to be as dangerous  villain “as ever scuttled ship or cut a throat.”  While living during the spring of 1869, at Bloomfield, in Stoddard County, Mo., about one hundred miles west of Cairo, he says he got into a trifling difficulty with a Dr. Lindsay, about a dozen eggs.  It was evening and both were unarmed.  “I proposed to him,” said Victor, “to postpone the quarrel until eight o’clock next morning, and shoot it out.  To this proposition he agreed.  About six o’clock next morning I got up, armed myself and went out to meet him.  Before I had walked a block I came up with him, and fired two shots at him, neither of which took effect.  He begged me to stop firing and give him a show, reminding me of the agreement we had made.  He asked me to just let him load his pistol and he would fight me any way I wished.  I agreed and he stepped behind a tree to load his pistol.  While there my brother, Abe, now dead, came up and said, ‘Go and kick or shoot that s-n-of-a-b---h out from behind that tree.’

“Then I went for him, and put four balls into him.  I put the last in behind his ear, and settled him.  I then mounted my horse and went over to Pulaski County, in Illinois, where I have been ever since, and where I dared any one to arrest me.”  This is his story as told to Sheriff Irvin, while making the trip with that officer from Cairo to Bloomfield, on Tuesday and Wednesday last.  On the 27th of March of this year, the Governor of Missouri, issued a proclamation, offering a reward of three hundred dollars for Victor’s arrest.  A requisition for him was sent to the Sheriff of Pulaski County, who refused to have anything to do with the matter on the ground that he knew the Victors and didn’t care about giving up the ghost to secure a Missouri murderer.  The requisition was then given to Sheriff Irvin, who, since that time, has been persistent in his efforts to arrest him.  He sent ex-sheriff Meyers once; John Hogan three times, and Morse several times, besides going as often himself, but without success.  Last week Deputy Sheriff Morse went to Ullin at midnight, and concealed himself near Victor’s house until daylight.  While there, Victor emerged from the house, shotgun in hand, and went to the stable for the purpose of feeding his stock.  Morse followed carelessly (?) and was not discovered by Victor until within a few yards of him.  Victor instantly pulled and cocked a Derringer, but the officer was too quick for him, and ordered him to “throw up his hands or stand the consequences.”  He dropped the Derringer and surrendered himself, remarking that he was a “little too slow” that time.  He had in his pockets two Derringers, in his boots two revolvers, and standing by his side a shotgun.  He was brought to Cairo, and escorted to Bloomfield, as before mentioned by Sheriff Irvin and his deputy, Mr. Morse.  On the route to Bloomfield, Dr. Victor, the father of David, was met, disarmed and forced to ride in the conveyance with the prisoner.  Further along, George, his brother, was also met, and the same tactics was applied to him.  The Sheriff handcuffed Dave, and then shackled him to himself.  The authorities at Bloomfield were gratified at his arrest, while many of the people asserted that Victor would not have to wait for trial, so intense was the feeling against him. 

Sunday, 6 Aug 1871:
We reported yesterday the death of Capt. George D. Moore, when it should have been the death of the mate of George D. Moore.  The captain, we are happy to say, still lives, and is in command of the steamer Mollie Moore.


Tuesday, 8 Aug 1871:

$25 Reward.—The I. O. O. F. of this city offer $25 reward for the recovery of the body of Charles Clyde, drowned on Sunday night, by the disaster to the steamer Odd-Fellow.
EXPLANATION.—Sheriff Kennedy, of Pulaski County, claims that The Bulletin has misrepresented him in so far as his conduct in reference to David Victor is concerned.  He claims that he was under no obligation to arrest Victor, inasmuch as the requisition was addressed to Sheriff Irvin, of this county.  When Sheriff Irvin informed Sheriff Kennedy that he had a requisition for Victor, Sheriff Kennedy informed Sheriff Irvin that he was ready and willing to help him in making the arrest.  This was a kind offer, but the fact remains that Victor ever since last winter until arrested by Holmes, was a resident of
Pulaski County, and no attempt was, so far as we know, ever made by Sheriff Kennedy to arrest him.
A Total Loss—Two Lives Lost—Narrow Escape of the Balance of the Crew.

On Sunday evening about nine o’clock, as the steamer Odd Fellow, with a barge in tow, was returning from Greenleaf, where she had been to assist the A. Baker that was aground there.  She flanked down on a snag in making the crossing from the Illinois shore to Greenfield’s Ferry Landing and knocked a hole in her hull and sunk in five minutes, and as she sunk capsized.  All the crew succeeded in saving themselves except Charles Clyde, the clerk, and the chamber maid.  The last that was seen of Clyde, he was trying to launch the skiff, and before he done so the boat capsized, taking him with it.  The chamber maid was just getting our of her room where she had been after her clothes when the boat sunk, and as that is the last that was seen of her it is supposed that she went down with the wreck.
A VISIT FROM DR. VICTOR—On Monday morning, early, Dr. Victor, called at The Bulletin office and entertained us by reading over in our hearing an article on the Lindsay-Victor homicide and calling to our attention certain passages which contained inaccuracies of statement.  He was extremely courteous and seemed to speak more in sorrow than in anger.

He said that if Lindsay were a doctor, the knowledge of the fact had never come to him before; that Lindsay was a large, red-faced bully, while his son, David, was a small man, unable to cope with his opponent physically; that Lindsay had a loaded pistol on his person when the fight took place, and fired it twice at Davie before Davie fired the fatal shot; that his son Abe was not present at the fight as stated, since the only son Abe he ever had was born about the time of President Lincoln’s assassination, and was named after the martyr, whom he soon followed to the grave; that Dave had been a Union soldier and Lindsay a rebel guerilla, and that Davie had to kill or be killed, since society was so constituted in that part of Missouri, the refusal to fight with pistols was regarded as cowardice and cowardice resulted in death or exile; that all Dave and indeed all the Victors wished was the right to live peaceable in the South as in the north, but that, being among men of the pistol and the knife, pistols and knives had to be used; that after the difficulty Dave fled to Pennsylvania, where he lived until last winter or fall when he returned as far as Ullin, Pulaski County, and started a saloon; that he has frequently been in Cairo with the intention of giving himself up for trial, and would have done so long ago if it had not happened that whenever he was here to surrender himself, Sheriff Irvin was not in the city; that he (Dr. Victor) was not disarmed on the journey to Bloomfield by Sheriff Irvin, or compelled by that gentleman to ride with him, but that he offered his pistol to Irvin who refused to accept it at the time, and that he rode with Irvin because that gentleman kindly permitted him to do so; that Dave, his son, was compelled to do what he did, or act like a coward, and he (the Doctor) would sooner see him stretch hemp than be pointed at as a coward; that he (the Doctor) believes Dave will get justice at Bloomfield where he is well known and where no unjust prejudice against him exists.

The portion of the article which seemed to give the doctor the most pain, was that portion in which, he says, the impression was conveyed that he and his boys were ferocious men not amenable to the laws and setting every person at defiance.  The doctor is mistaken.  The article does not say this either directly or by inference.  It is simply a statement of what Sheriff Irvin and his deputy Morse say are facts.  The information for the article was derived from them; but, of course, he knows his and his boys’ respect for the law better than anybody else, and his word ought to out balance the words of idle rumor or unjust malice.

Wednesday, 9 Aug 1871:
FIVE DOLLAR REWARD.—A reward of $25 will be paid for the recovery of the body of A. H. Clyde, who was drowned in the Mississippi River, opposite Cairo, on Sunday night last.  All expenses of delivering the body in Cairo will also be paid.  By order of Alexander Lodge, 224, I. O. O. F.  S. K. Slack, N.G.
F. M. Stockfleth, R. S.
IN SEARCH.—Messrs. Alba and Eschbach on Monday went to Columbus in search of the body of A. H. Clyde, who was drowned by the sinking of the steamer Odd-Fellow on Sunday night last.  They prosecuted the search very diligently, but unsuccessfully.  The wreck they found grounded on the head of Island No. 2, and the bell and whistle had both been gobbled before their arrival.
The cabin of the ill-fated Odd-Fellow lies at Beckwith’s Landing, Mo.  None of the bodies of those that were drowned have been recovered.
Friday, 11 Aug 1871:
The body of A. H. Clyde has not yet been found.
Daniel Henry of
Mound City, Stabbed in Twelve Places by Walter Bird—Bird Arrested in Cairo

Yesterday afternoon at half past 5 o’clock, a difficulty occurred between Walter Bird, a fisherman, well known to many citizens of Cairo, and Daniel Henry, of Mound City.  In the fight Bird stabbed Henry in twelve places, inflicting fatal wounds.

After committing the deed, Bird left Mound City and came to Cairo.  Information of the affray was sent to the police of this city, at half past nine o’clock last night, Officers Sheehan and Holmes arrested Bird at Lattner’s saloon, near the post office.  He had in his possession the knife with which he had stabbed Henry.  It has the appearance of a large butcher knife ground down.  The blade is about eight inches in length, and when taken from Bird was covered with blood.

Bird says he cut Henry in self-defense, but, by those who are supposed to know, it is said he did it without cause or provocation.

Henry’s wounds are dangerous, and it was believed last night that he would not survive till morning.
Bird was turned over to Marshal Hogan, and taken back to Mound City.

Much praise is due Officers Sheehan and Holmes for their promptness and vigilance in making the arrest.

Saturday, 12 Aug 1871:
DIED.—In this city, yesterday afternoon, Mrs. Sarah Shannessy, wife of Bryan Shannessy, Esq., of this city.  Mrs. Shannessy has been relieved by death after a long and painful illness, and will be mourned by a large circle of friends and acquaintances.  She was an exemplary woman, true to all the duties which her station in life devolved upon her.  The funeral services will take place at the Episcopal church Sunday, 1 o’clock p.m., and the remains will be taken to Villa Ridge for interment by 2 o’clock train.  The friends of the family are invited to attend.

Sunday, 13 Aug 1871:
On last Monday, Peter Herin was held to $2,000 bail for the killing of Cy. Keith at Cobden, last week.
On Thursday of last week, George W. Lacy was maltreated by William Ballard and died from the effects of his injuries in a few hours afterward.  The trouble arose about a hog belonging to Lacy, which Ballard had dogged.  Both parties lived near Hamburg Landing.  Lacy fled the county and has not been apprehended.
(Whom his shafts have struck in
Southern Illinois.)

In Mt. Carmel, August 3d, Ella H. Brower, aged 11 years, 11 months, and 4 days.

On the same day, Miss Maggie Shafer, aged 17 years, 2 months and 21 days.

On Thursday, July 26th, at 11:45, at the residence of her father, J. M. Hershey, in Wabash County, Belle Friend, wife of M. B. Friend, Esq., editor of the Fairfield Democrat, aged 27 years, 8 months, and 14 days.

On Friday, the 4th instant, in Saline County, at the residence of her husband in Douglas Precinct, Mrs. F. D. Ballard.

FUNERAL NOTICE.—The funeral services of the lat Mrs. Shannessy will take place at the Church of the Redeemer today at
1 o’clock p.m.  The remains will be conveyed to Villa Ridge for interment, on a special train at 2 o’clock.  The friends of the deceased are respectfully invited to attend.
I. O. O. F.
The members of Alexander Lodge, No. 224, I. O. O. F., are hereby notified to meet at the hall of the lodge today, at 12 m., to attend in a body the funeral of Bro. A. H. Clyde.  Visiting brothers in good standing are respectfully invited.  C. K. Slack, N. G.
Mrs. Susan Shannessy was 61 years old at the time of her death.
The funeral services of the late Mrs. Shannessy will take place at the Episcopal church at 1 o’clock today.
The body of Mr. Abner H. Clyde, who was drowned on Sunday night lat, was recovered yesterday, near Columbus, Ky., and will be buried by the Odd Fellows today.  His friends are invited to attend.  The body will be buried at Villa Ridge, and $1 fare will be charged for the round trip.
RESOLUTIONS OF RESPECT.—At a special meeting of Alexander Lodge No. 224, I. O. O. F., held at the lodge room, Monday evening,
August 7, 1871, the following resolutions were adopted:

WHEREAS, In the providence of the Grand Master of the universe, our late brother, Abner H. Clyde, has fallen a victim of the blighting power of death, which overtook him suddenly and unexpectedly in the enjoyment of health, and in the days of his greatest usefulness to society,

Resolved, By Alexander Lodge, No. 224, I. O. O.F., of Cairo, Ill., that, in the death of our late brother, Abner H. Clyde, this lodge has lost an exemplary brother, true to all those principles which teach man to be social and humane—that he is a constituent of one universal brotherhood, and that Friendship should prompt the contest of life, the gentle influences of love supply the weapons, and truth to consecrate the effort that leads to victory.  In his death society has lost an ornament, since he was, in all respects, an honest man, the noblest work of God.  To his friends he was a man firm, tried and true, in whose character the exalting power of honesty and integrity was shown in every relation of lie in which he was called to act a part.

Resolved, That this lodge room be clothed in mourning and the brothers wear the appropriate badge for thirty days.

Resolved, That these resolutions be spread upon the journal of the lodge and published in the papers of the city.


Tuesday, 15 Aug 1871:
The Cape Girardeau Argus says one day last week Sheriff Albert arrested William F. Pickering and his two sons, James and William, a short distance from
Cape Girardeau.  These men are accused of having killed a man named Austin, near Harrisburg, Saline County, Illinois, on July 30.  The father made full confession to Sheriff Albert.
Thomas McConnel was run over and killed by a railroad train near Sedalia, Mo., last Friday.
The late Abner C. Clyde was buried on Sunday by the Odd Fellows with appropriate ceremonies.
The funerals of Mrs. Shannessy and A. C. Clyde on Sunday, were largely attended by the friends of the deceased.
Great credit is due to A. J. Hess, N. G., and C. E. Burns, V. G., of the Odd Fellows lodge of
Columbus, Kentucky, for the untiring and unselfish efforts to recover the body of the late Abner C. Clyde.  Mr. Burns, when he learned that the body had come to the surface at the wreck of the Odd Fellow which had grounded about seven miles above Columbus, hired a skiff and rowed up the river the entire distance, and conveyed the body to Columbus, where Mr. Carey found it in charge of Hess and Burns, who delivered it to Mr. Carey, with the gold watch of the deceased and $31 in money that had been found on the corpse.  They refused to receive the reward and gave to Mr. Carey all the assistance in their power.  These men are, indeed, true members of the order to which they belong, and have profited by the lessons which it teaches.
Abner C. Clyde, who was buried by the Odd Fellows on Sunday last, is the first member of that order who has died in this city within the last twelve years, and he lost his life by a steamboat disaster.  The order numbers nearly a hundred members.  This fact may be inferred to as the most conclusive evidence of the healthfulness of Cairo.
Thursday, 17 Aug 1871:
DIED.—At her residence, near Metropolis, at 11 o’clock a.m. on Sunday, the 13th inst., Mrs. Mary E., wife of Dr. D. Moore and granddaughter of Dr. D. Arter, of this city.  The remains were buried in the Masonic Cemetery of Metropolis on Monday.

Friday, 18 Aug 1871:
Nick Cassiday, fireman on the Sam Brown, was drowned three miles below
Wheeling, last Sunday, while bathing.

Sunday, 20 Aug 1871:
AND A MYSTERIOUS LETTER.—In 1840 a man named Perry was murdered at Vandalia.  He was found one morning, in the southeast part of town, lying on his face dead; and two or three letters found on his body—one directed to Mr. McLaughlin, telling him to warn Perry of danger, and that he (Perry) had better leave town.  The whole thing was involved in mystery. As is too often the case, it was thought that a woman was at the bottom of it.

In July last—on the 14th—a letter dated at Cairo was written to the postmaster at Vandalia, which has awakened a memory of the tragic affair in the minds of many of the citizens of Vandalia.  The letter contained the information that the writer knows who murdered Perry and that “there was a woman who done as much as the man.”  The letter says:  “I would like to tell you all, but I can’t until I am assured that I will come clear.  I am sure that my days are few at the furtherest, but you all know that life is sweet under almost any circumstances; but I think I have suffered enough in my mind and conscience to atone for all.”
Who the writer of the letter is, no one can surmise.  The whole affair is wrapped in impenetrable mystery.

Tuesday, 22 Aug 1871:
CITY.—On Saturday morning last the dead body of Henry Johnson, colored, was found in the rear of his cornfield, about a mile from Mound City, on the line of Mound City railroad.  The deceased had been shot, the ball entering his back and passing though his body.  Two negroes, Henry Jenkins and William Booker have been arrested on suspicion of being the murderers.  They had threatened the life of the deceased on several occasions, and it is believed committed the deed to gratify their revenge.
Pilot Ed Gray, late a member of the Missouri legislature, met with a sad bereavement last Wednesday.  He had just landed from the steamer Belle of Memphis at Gray’s Point, below Cape Girardeau, when a team, driven by his son, Harry, ran off.  The wagon in which he sat was turned over and he was instantly killed.  Sad event, this, to harrow the feelings of a fond father on his return from a voyage.  Capt. Craine of the Belle of Memphis, which had backed out, seeing the excitement on shore, brought the boat to the bank again, went on shore, and did all he could to assuage the agony of the parents.  Harry Gray  was aged about fourteen.  He was with the legislature last session as a page, and his bright intelligence, activity and pleasing deportment, attracted general attention.—(Missouri Democrat, 19th)

Friday, 25 Aug 1871:
Capt. N. Murray, of the exploded steamer Chautauqua has been charged with manslaughter.  He is still lying dangerously injured from the explosion.

Friday, 25 Aug 1871:
FUNERAL NOTICE.—The friends and acquaintances of the late Miss Mary Springer, and the late Henry Barringer, are invited to attend the funeral of Miss Springer, at her residence on Fourth Street, between Washington Avenue and Walnut Street, at one o’clock today.  Services by the Rev. Mr. Coan, of the Episcopal church.  A special train will leave the foot of
Fourth Street for Villa Ridge, at two-o’clock precisely.

Tuesday, 29 Aug 1871:
Mr. Elisha Boyd, of
Carbondale, died there on the 23rd inst.
Stephen Smithler fell off a wagon load of brick, in Carmi last week and died of his injuries while being carried to his home.
Charles Johnson, of Enfield, fell between two moving cars of a railroad train last week.  His body was cut in two.  He was intoxicated at the time.
Mrs. Frederica Bremer, of Equality, died recently.  The Shawneetown Mercury says:  “She was buried at 8 o’clock Sunday night, with no ceremony other than the alternate tolling of the church bells at either side of the village.  The funeral was largely attended and the scene very solemn.”
Mr. Joe McCormick informs us that on Saturday last, while at Sandoval, a large party entered the town and attacked a family named Stevenson.  A terrible fight ensued, which lasted fully half an hour.  The Stevensons beat one of the attacking party to death with a club and drove the others, cut and bruised, from the town.  The name of the person killed we did not learn.  An old feud is assigned as the cause of the fight.
One of the officers of the county in which Bloomfield, Mo., is situated, was in the city yesterday, for the purpose of ascertaining his chances for a portion of the reward offered for the arrest of Victor.  A diligent inquiry on his part revealed the fact that his chances were quite as good for a “whack” of the reward as for instant death by a stroke of lightning on a clear cloudless day.
John Reilly, colored, fireman on the tug Cache, in attempting to get on board the tug Saturday night, while drunk, missed his footing and fell in the river and was drowned.  His body was recovered yesterday morning.  McHale held the inquest.

A White Man Shot and Fatally Wounded by a Negro at Mound City

John W. Mullin, a white man, and Alfred Williams, colored, dwell in adjoining tenements in Mound City.  For some time past they have quarreled about the water in Mullin’s cistern, Williams claiming an equal right to it with Mullin.  Finally Mullin forbade him the use of the cistern at all.  On Saturday evening last both reached their homes under the influences of liquor.

Mullin in his dying declaration states that he left his home, and was standing near the door of the third house in the tenement row, when Williams seized his shotgun and fired twice—the first charge grazing his breast and tearing away the nipple; the second entering and passing through his right lung.  Williams asserts that Mullin picked up an axe and was approaching him when he fired.  Mullin, in his declaration, denies this, and says he picked up the axe after he had been shot.  The wound was fatal, and although Mr. Mullin was alive yesterday evening, it was known he could not survive beyond midnight.

Williams immediately fled, pursued by Deputy Sheriff Hogan and others.  It was believed that he started for Cairo, and Mr. Hogan, accordingly informed our officers of his belief.  A careful watch was instituted by our officers, but no trace of him could be found.  Yesterday a thorough search was made for him by the officials of Pulaski County and Mound City.  He heard their threats while passing by the spot where he was secreted; and as soon as a safe opportunity presented itself, left his hiding place and hastened back to Mound City, where he delivered himself up, begging at the same time to be locked in and saved from those who were pursuing him.

The greatest excitement prevailed in Mound City all day, and fears were entertained that the populace would appeal to Judge Lynch, and dispose of him and other negro murderers in the jail, in the most summary manner.

Mullen was employed as a turner in Kerr’s factory; was married, and of about middle age.  Williams is an idle fellow, of bad repute, who prefers stealing to working, and who long since fell under the ban of the officers of the law.


Wednesday, 30 Aug 1871:
Jenkins, one of the alleged murderers of the negro Johnson, near
Mound City, a few days ago, is well known to Cairo officers.  It is not long since he was in our county jail for hog stealing, and only escaped a term at Joliet by one of those legal crooks known only to the lawyers.  There was no doubt of his guilt.
Officer Arnold informs us that a mob was organized in
Mound City Monday night for the purpose of taking Williams, the murderer of Mullin, from the jail and lynching him.  The preparations made by the officers of the law, however, were sufficient to deter the mob from making the attack.
Mullen, who was shot by the negro Johnson (Williams?), at Mound City, Saturday night, was not dead at noon yesterday, and expressed his conviction, in firm but impolite language, that he “be d----d if he was a going to die, this turn anyway.”  P.S.  But he did die, yesterday evening.



Friday, 1 Sep 1871:
News of the killing of a woman near
Mound City was received in the city yesterday.  The story goes that a husband, angered at his wife, loaded his rifle and shot a bullet through her head, killing her instantly.
Sunday, 3 Sep 1871:
Willis Cox, a son of Mr. Davis Cox, Democratic candidate for assessor and treasurer of
Jackson County, was attacked with a congestive chill, while attending the camp meeting of the M. E. Church, and died shortly after, at the residence of Dr. Hunter.
DIED.—At his residence in this city, yesterday afternoon, Mr. A. H. Van Kurken, one of the proprietors of the Walnut Mills.  The remains will be buried at Villa Ridge.

DEAD IN THE CALABOOSE.—Morris Clifford, an employee of the Illinois Central Railroad, came to the city on Saturday last and got on a glorious spree.  He dissipated all day and all night and on Sunday until about the middle of the afternoon, when he laid down on the sidewalk in the sun.  He was discovered by Chief Myers, who loaded him on a dray and took him to the calaboose where he was locked up.  About half past 7 o’clock, a prisoner who was in the cell with him noticed that he was dying and called Jailer McHale who immediately opened the cell door and carried the unfortunate man out into the yard and sent for the doctor.  But the trouble was useless.  He died in 7 minutes after McHale was called.  Yesterday he was taken to Villa Ridge and buried.


Sunday, 10 Sep 1871:
Capt. Peter Dohman, aged 75 years, died in
Steubenville on the 5th inst.  He was pilot on the steamer Pike, plying between Cincinnati and Louisville, in 1824.  At the time of his death he was engaged in the grocery business, and was esteemed by all who knew him.
A little daughter, aged nine years, of Mr. and Mrs. C. Archibald, of DuQuoin, was burned to death on last Tuesday, in the attempt to kindle a fire with coal oil.
Wednesday, 13 Sep 1871:
Yesterday an old man named Beebe was assaulted by parties unknown, and, it is believed, was fatally wounded.  He was on his way to the city, on foot, from the country, and came up with a wagon loaded with shingles.  He asked permission to ride, which was granted.  There were two men in the wagon, one about 30 years of age, “square built” and the other about 23 years old.  After he had been in the wagon a few minutes, the young of the two men got down and picked up a club and walked behind.  Beebe became uneasy and told the man driving that he did not wish to ride any further.  He paid 40 cents for the ride and got down, when the younger man stepped up and struck him on the head with the club.  He was knocked senseless.  He is now in the hospital in this city and is not expected to live.  Chief of Police L. H. Myers, is working up the case, and we hope may arrest the assassins.

Thursday, 14 Sep 1871:
Capt. Hugh Campbell died at his residence in
Meadsville, Pa., on last Saturday, of an attack of complicated paralysis.  He was an old steamboatman, and was liked by all who were fortunate enough to know him.  He leaves behind a large circle of friends who will mourn his loss.
The late A. H. VanKueren was buried by Hope Lodge, No. 232, I. O. O. F.  The lodge adopted resolutions of condolence and respect, which we public this morning.
An Italian was arrested yesterday by Chief of Police Myers on suspicion on being the assassin of old man Beebe.  On the day of the murderous assault, the Italian with a little boy came with a wagon as far as Lake Creek Bridge, twelve miles from Cairo, on the Unity road.  The party in charge of the wagon stopped near the bridge for dinner, and the Italian and boy passed on.  In ten minutes after, Beebe passed the bridge and followed after the Italian.  In about an hour after the party in charge of the wagon started forward after the Italian and found Beebe on the roadside, about one mile from the Mississippi on what is called the Potts Road.  Suspicion immediately fell on the Italian, and on this information he was arrested.  The chief searched him but did not find any property on his person that could be identified as that stolen from Beebe.  He then took his prisoner into the presence of the wounded man who stated that the Italian was not the man who had assaulted him—that a younger man had struck him.  Beebe is in a dangerous condition and has only a confused recollection of the attack that was made upon him.  The affair is still involved in mystery.
RESOLUTIONS OF RESPECT.—At a special meeting of Hope Lodge, No. 232, I. O. O. F., DuQuoin, Ill., September 3, 1871, the following resolution were adopted:

WHEREAS, The merciful God in His Providence has called from among us our beloved brother, A. H. VanKueren, who died in the City of Cairo, September 2, 1871, therefore, be it

Resolved, That in the death of brother VanKueren, this lodge has lost a worthy member, and feels deeply his loss; that we sympathize with his bereaved family and tender to them our heartfelt sympathy.

Resolved, That as a mark of respect, the members of the lodge wear the usual lodge of mourning 30 days.

Resolved, That these resolutions be published in the DuQuoin Tribune, DuQuoin Republican and Cairo Bulletin, and also a copy of them be sent to the widow.

Resolved, That one page of the Lodge Record be inscribed sacred to his memory.
George W. Wall,
J. Bookstaver,
D. D. Hatfield, Committee

Saturday, 16 Sep 1871:
The Attempted Assassin of Old Man Beebe—Who Is the Would-Be Assassin?

            On last Tuesday, an old man named Beebe, while on his way to this city from Unity, was attacked, beaten, and robbed by parties who have not yet been identified.  He was severely injured and, for a time, he was supposed to be mortally wounded, but is now better and may recover.

            When Beebe came to consciousness after the assault upon him, he said that he had been riding on a wagon load of shingles, drawn by two mules, with two men, one a young man, aged about 18 or 20, and the other aged about 35.

            The people, living along the road, had observed an old Italian with a small boy, pass along the road about ten minutes ahead of Beebe, and their suspicions fastened upon him.  His footprints and those of the boy were traced to the scene of the assault and then were not seen again for three-quarters of a mile.  It was argued by those who suspected the Italian, that he attacked and robbed Beebe, and then had left the road so mislead those who would find Beebe’s body.  In reply to Beebe’s assertion that two men in charge of a wagon were the would-be assassin, it was said that Beebe “was not himself”—did not know what he was talking about.

            On Thursday, Chief of Police Myers met the old Italian on the Levee, and taking him into Walder’s store, questioned and searched him, but could elicit no information of a suspicious kind.  He then required the Italian to accompany him into the presence of Beebe, who was able to recognize the chief, and was talking to a lady acquaintance of his.  Myers asked him:  “Do you know this man?”  He replied that he did not.  “Did you ever see him before?”  “No.”  “Is he the man who struck you?”  “No; it was a younger man.”  Myers, after further investigation came to the conclusion that he had no right to hold the Italian, and did not arrest him.

            Yesterday morning, Sheriff Irvin, believing that he had good grounds for his action, placed the Italian under arrest, and he is now in the county jail.  Blood stains were found on his clothing and fractional currency in his purse, he told conflicting stories and his little boy admitted that his father had had a fight on the road.

            There are strong circumstances pointing to guilt; but Beebe, who is now in a fair way to recover, last night again asserted the wagon story, and said that after paying forty cents for his ride, he got down and was followed by the young man, who had a club in his hand.  “With this club,” says Beebe, “the young man struck me.  After the first blow, I told him I didn’t have any money, but he struck me again, and that is all I know about it.”  The blood is explained away by a bleeding nose, and the lies by the fact that the Italian is a professional beggar, who could not be expected to tell the truth when a lie might keep him out of trouble.

            And so, the affair is still wrapped in mystery.  Who can solve the riddle?



Tuesday, 19 Sep 1871:
The Italian who was arrested last week for the attempted assassination of old man Beebe has been discharged, and the affair is still wrapped in mystery.  Sheriff Irvin has used every effort in his power to discover the guilty parties, but has been unsuccessful.  Saturday morning he went to the country and made a diligent search for information that might put him on the trail of the wagon of the assassins; but, strange to say, nobody knew the wagon, team or driver.  The wagon had been seen at Unity, but, there its tracks were lost and nobody has seen it again, except a negro who thinks he saw it near Cairo—just outside the levee—coming into the city on the evening of the day of the attempted assassination.  Did it come in?  If so, how did the old and young man dispose of their shingles and watermelons and where did it go to?  It was beyond doubt, the team of somebody who lives within marketing distance of
Cairo, and it must have returned to its owner’s house.  How could it have done so without observation?  How did the old man and young man get back home without being seen by mortal eye?  It cannot be possible, that the men, horses and wagon have all vanished into thin air, and, if they have not, there is, beyond all doubt, some way in which their whereabouts may be discovered.
Sheriff Irvin informs us that a negro named Charlie Latham, living about nine miles from the city on the
Jonesboro road, beat his wife to death one day last week and decamped.  His black neighbors, through fear or for some other cause, professed an utmost ignorance of the tragedy, and a woman who was in the room where the murder was committed, at the time said she knew nothing about the matter—that she was too sick at the time to either see or hear.
ARRESTED.—It will be remembered by many of our readers that some three or four weeks ago a man was found on the river bank in Missouri, opposite Hickman, Kentucky, who had been foully murdered.  Yesterday Sheriff Jackson, of Mississippi County, Missouri, passed Cairo with two men in custody charged with the commission of the crime.

Wednesday, 20 Sep 1871:
Deputy Sheriff Green Morse has just returned from a search after the Beebe assassins, in which he was as unsuccessful as Sheriff Irvin had been.  He could find no clue to the mysterious shingle wagon and its blood-thirsty drivers.  The mystery of this peculiar almost a tragedy becomes denser every day.

Thursday, 21 Sep 1871:
Mr. Michael Malony, a highly respected citizen of
Cairo, died at half-past 9 o’clock yesterday morning. Mr. Malony was twenty-eight years old, and has been a resident of this city during the past six years, in which time he secured the respect of all with whom he came into contact, and won the affection of all who became intimately acquainted with him.  A few weeks ago he visited Natchez, Mississippi, to look after the property of a lately deceased brother, and while there contracted, the disease which caused his death.  He arrived at home last Saturday very ill, and continued to grow worse until he died.  The remains will be buried at Villa Ridge today.  Funeral services at the Catholic church at 1 o’clock.  The friends of the deceased are respectfully invited to attend.

Sunday, 24 Sep 1871:
A young man living near
Golconda, “died from the effects of drinking whisky.”  He became a cold corpse last week, and the Herald moralizes on the incident, or off it, or something of that kind.  He should have died before he did.  Any young man who is so reckless that he will venture to pour down his throat Golconda whisky, ought to and will die in youth.  The only safe, non-killing whisky in the thirteenth congressional district is in Cairo.
Stephen Welsh, aged fifty years, died in Shawneetown on Monday morning last.
The late Judge Corcoran will be buried from the Catholic church today, at
1 o’clock.  Funeral services by Rev. Father O’Halloran.
A fashionable colored funeral passed along Washington Avenue yesterday.  It was of a colored girl who died of consumption on Friday.  The procession was a long one, and the friends of the deceased were all well dressed and as solemn as the occasion demanded.
11 o’clock a.m., Judge Patrick Corcoran, one of the oldest citizens of Cairo, went the way of all flesh.

The deceased was known to almost every man, woman and child in Alexander County.  During the past fifteen years and until failing health compelled him to seek rest and quiet, he took and active part in public affairs, and held many important offices.  He was county judge, coroner, justice of the peace, and a member of the city council.

About two years ago his health began to fail, and in despite of medical skill he sank slowly but surely until at last death relieved him from suffering.

The remains of the deceased will be buried in Villa Ridge Cemetery today.  A special train will leave the depot at 2 o’clock.  The funeral services will take place at the Catholic church at 1 o’clock, p.m.

Tuesday, 26 Sep 1871:
It is with feelings of regret that we record the death of John W. McKee, who died at his residence in this city of asthma on Sunday morning.  He was born in
Pittsburg and was 42 years of age at the time of his death.  He was an engineer by profession but had not followed it since his residence in this city.  He came here in 1860, and was connected with Captain George D. Williamson’s wharfboat several years.  During the past 4 years he has been connected with Cincinnati, St. Louis, Memphis, New Orleans, and Cairo papers as river correspondent.  He was liked by all that knew him, and leaves behind a large circle of friends to mourn his death.  His remains were accompanied by a large number of friends on board the James Fisk, Jr., where they were taken to Smithland for interment.  Steamers in port had their flags at half mast, and solemnly tolled their bells in token of respect.  Farewell; and may kind angels guide thee to heaven, thy home.
The funeral of the late Judge Corcoran on Sunday last was largely attended by his numerous friends and acquaintances.
The news of the death of Mr. McKee took the city by surprise.  He had been sick so long and was so hopeful that his friends believed he would ultimately recover.
In the afternoon the case of the People vs. John McElvoy, charged with the killing of John W. Price, some eighteen months ago, was called and proceeded with.  Considerable trouble was experienced in getting a jury, and up to the adjournment last evening the panel was not completed.
Death of John W. McKee

The death of Mr. McKee took place at his residence in this city on last Sunday morning.  The deceased was a man well known to the community of Cairo, and his death, notwithstanding that he has been in precarious health for months before the vent, shocked and saddened his many friends and acquaintances.  He has been affected with a troublesome throat disease for the last two or three years of his life. It finally affected his lungs and caused his death.

Mr. McKee was born in the city of Pittburg, Pa., about the year 1827, and at the time of death was about forty-four years of age.  While in his minority, he entered the office of the Pittsburg Gazette, then under the management of Mr. Biddle, who was one of the prominent newspapermen in his day.  Mr. McKee here learned the art of typesetting, but never followed it to any extent.  Removing to the State of Tennessee, he located in Nashville.  He there turned his attention to engineering, and made practical use of his knowledge by following the river in the capacity of steamboat engineer.  Some ten or eleven years ago he began to report river news for various newspapers, since which time he has been exclusively engaged as river correspondent for Cincinnati, St. Louis and other papers.  He was river editor of The Bulletin since its establishment.

Mr. McKee was married three times.  The body of his first wife lies in Nashville, Tennessee, that of his second, who was a niece of Mrs. Captain Williamson, of this city, is buried at Smithland, Kentucky.  She left one child, a daughter, now a resident of this city.  His last wife and three little children are left to mourn the loss of a devoted husband and most affectionate father.

Fourteen years ago, Mr. McKee united with the Methodist Episcopal Church in Smithland, Ky.  In all the relations of life, as husband, father, friend, and citizen, he showed by the purity of a Christian life that the profession was no idle one with him.

His body was conveyed to Smithland, Ky., by boat yesterday afternoon, where followed by the grief of aged parents, brothers and sisters and the sorrowing wife, all that is mortal of John McKee will be laid to rest.  May he rest in peace.
A Negro Attempts to Kill His Mistress—He Inflicts Three Terrible Cuts on Her Head with an Ax.

Yesterday at about two o’clock, a negro by the name of Willis Green, who lives on Twentieth, between Poplar Street and Washington Avenue, attempted to kill his mistress, a negro woman named Martha Stanly.

As near as we could learn, our information being derived entirely from the negro neighbors of the parties to this terrible tragedy, the facts in the case are as follows:
The Parties.

It appears that Willis Green and Martha Stanly were never married, but have lived together for a long time.  Recently, however, Martha has become dissatisfied and has more than once within the last few weeks expressed a determination to leave Willis—his bed and board.  He has always prevailed upon her to give up the idea of leaving and to consent to live with him.  Yesterday, however, she bundled up her worldly effects and told him she had this time made up her mind and that no amount of coaxing could induce her to stay another day.  She was about to leave the house, when, after trying to persuade her to stay with him, and share his lot—for good or for evil—and she refused, Willis seized an axe, and in less time than it takes to tell it, dealt her three terrible blows, with the sharp edge, on the head, and one blow on each arm with the butt end of the same weapon.  Martha fell to the floor bleeding and insensible.
Willis, seeing what he had done and with the fear of the vengeance of the law before his eyes fled to premises.

Medical attention was immediately procured, and the wounds of the injured woman dressed.  It was found upon examination that the ax had penetrated to the skull in every instance; but it was the opinion of the doctor that with careful nursing and close attention she would recover.

Willis Green is a medium-sized man, a full-blooded African, of rather a bad countenance.  The woman, Martha Stanly, is not very tall, of slender form, and as black as night.

(There is a Willis Green, born about 1845 in Kentucky listed in the 1870 census of Cairo, but an adult woman is not listed in his household.—Darrel Dexter)

Wednesday, 28 Sep 1871:
A MISTAKE—Although we were informed that the name of the negro woman who was so terribly chopped up in the affray on
Twentieth Street was not Martha Stanley, we could not ascertain her real name.  Willis Green, her would-be murderer, has not yet been arrested.  He made his way to one of the large cornfields outside of the levee where the officers lost track of him.

Thursday, 28 Sep 1871:
The negro woman who was slashed over the head with a hatchet by her loving husband is not dead yet.  The husband has gone hence.
Mrs. Whitcamp, a resident of
Cairo for the past twenty years, died yesterday.

(This is likely Catharine Whitcamp born about 1825 in Prussia, the wife of Henry Whitcamp.  She is in the 1850, 1860 and 1870 censuses of Cairo, Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)

            Judge David J. Baker, presiding; J. F. McCartney, prosecuting attorney; John Q. Harman, clerk; A. H. Irvin, sheriff.

Trial of John McElvoy for the Murder of John W. Price—Proceedings Yesterday—The Evidence

            This case was called on Monday, and the time until Tuesday night spent in getting a jury, as follows:  Robert Rheutan, Fred C. Fulton, S. S. Foster, Thomas Moran, Samuel Williamson, P. H. Conant, John Barton, John Brown, R. J. Johnson, W. P. Moore, J. S. Lee, H. S. Kinnear.

            The State’s Attorney, Mr. McCartney, assisted by D. T. Linegar, Esq., appears for the People; William J. Allen, Esq., for the defendant.

            The first witness called was Jefferson Miller, whose evidence did not amount to much.  He was cross-examined by Judge Allen, as follows.

            Q.—Do you know what McElvoy had in his hand—did he have anything?

            A.—I don’t think he had, but he might have had.

            Q.—Do you know the size or weight of the glass?

            A.—It weighs ten or eleven ounces.  Tom Brown weighed it; saw someone pick it up; I saw it weighed.

Testimony of John Hodges—Witness for the People

            Q.—If you saw Mr. McElvoy having any trouble in your house, what was it?

            A.—McElvoy wanted to have a little fuss; I didn’t pay much attention; can’t describe any particular trouble.  The day of the trouble I think was Saturday; had been trying to get them out of the house; when ready to leave, McElvoy came for a drink; he picked up the glass and left; didn’t state any reason; never touched the bottle; took the glass and went to where the crowd was congregated, some sixty or seventy feet from the house back near the stable; didn’t notice anything about him; the glass was brought to me on Sunday morning.

            Q.—Describe to the jury what kind of a glass it was.

            A.—It was a heavy bar glass, with a thick bottom; it wouldn’t hold much—it was most all bottom.

            Q.—What kind of a weight did he try to get?

            A.—He got an ounce weight; at the time he got the weight they were fussing around generally; don’t know what was said; don’t think any one was trying to have a fuss with him; it was a pretty general sort of a fuss all round; all were drinking.

Cross Examined by Judge Allen:

            Didn’t see what was done with the glass outside the house; it was brought to me in the morning; saw the party go off in the evening; Thomas Brown had a key to my house; don’t know whether he opened the house that evening after I left, but it is my impression that he did not.

Statement of John Clark—Witness for the People

            Knew defendant; knew John Price for fifteen years; his business was one kind and another; he was helping Mr. McElvoy and working for him; was in the town of Thebes at time of difficulty; did not hear him make any statement in particular about Mr. Price; heard him make a threat three or four weeks before; said “Wess Price was sticking his bill into his business and some of these times he would come up missing;” I tied up Price’s wound; he was bleeding freely; wound was bound up with a handkerchief; it was on his forehead, but he seemed to be bleeding freely from the nose; can’t tell what kind of wound it was; I went home with him; he said he felt very bad and wanted to get home to his family; I went with him to the wagon; he said he felt weak and I wet my handkerchief and put it on his forehead; it was near dark when we got home; it is between 2 and 3 miles from Thebes to where we took him; did not see him after that; don’t know that he received any injuries after the time he left the lower grocery till he got home; I would have known it if any injury had befallen him.

Cross-examined by Judge Allen.

            Mr. Price did not go to the doctor’s the evening he received the wound; I did all the dressing there was done—I just tied up my wound; my best recollection is there was no one went with us but we three, John Price, Fridle, and myself; don’t think it more than three miles; did not have a fight with York or any other man; York overtook me and wanted to fight; he attacked me first, and McElvoy came up behind and knocked me down; I have nothing against him; had no difficulty with York; don’t recollect whether I saw Price and McElvoy together after McElvoy had threatened Price; I have been living in this county for 15 years; excepting the time I was in the war; after I passed the mill a young man overtook me, and said, “You struck me.”  I told him I hadn’t a word of difficulty with a man that day; McElvoy stepped up behind me and struck me with something, don’t know what; there is a scar there now; nobody was with me; I was going from John Price’s; I left Price at home and had gone on; McElvoy lived close to me; the blow I received disabled me for four weeks; I was up to John Price’s next morning.

Statement of James L. Harris—Witness for the People.

            I was passing along the road when Price got hurt; know McElvoy; heard him say, “I didn’t hit the man I aimed to, but I don’t give a damn who I hit;” don’t know who else was there; heard McElvoy say that; don’t know who he said it to; I knew Price.

Cross-Examined by Judge Allen

            It was nearer the grocery than any other house; think the grocery was open; don’t know whether anyone was round; couldn’t tell who he was talking to; Fridle and Price were there; Price was setting on the wagon and was closer to him than I was; didn’t see him after he was hit; I walked on; Price was still setting on the wagon; that is my distinct recollection; Fridle was with him.

Statement of Monroe Stone—Witness for the People.

            My business in 1870 was saw milling; had charge of the engines and sometimes had charge of sawing and measuring boards; knew John Price; went to Thebes with him and seven or eight others, among them John W. Price, Fridle, McElvoy, Henderson, and I don’t know the names of the balance of them; we went to Thebes in the afternoon, on the Unity Road; it was early spring time—in April; saw McElvoy and some others with him; they were playing cards at a table; watched them a few minutes; I left them there; went to the grocery; Price’s condition was sober; went to Pool’s grocery again; went in Olin’s grocery; McElvoy came in and asked the price of one of these knives, in showcase—heavy pocketknife, blade three or four inches long; Hinsman said it would do; nothing said to bring out such a remark; I was on my way then out of town; Price did not ride on the wagon I was on; last time saw Price was standing by wagon; did not see any of the difficulty that occurred in saloon; last time I saw Price was between five and six; next time was after candlelight at my door; saw no differences in him; only had his head tied up; some one called him away; he did not come in; his house is just across the street from mine; the next time I saw him was at twelve o’clock at night, a delirious man in bed; didn’t know his friends; said once, if it hadn’t been for Charlie McFall I wouldn’t have been killed; these were the last words he said; McFall forbid him riding in his wagon; don’t know any difficulty between Price and McFall; staid with him from about eleven Friday night till Tuesday morning following, at four o’clock, when he died; staid with him most of the time; his condition was delirious; didn’t talk any; I never examined the wound in his head till after he was dead; two physicians called; Dr. Lynch began to treat him with medicine; if he had his reason he never showed it after I first saw him Friday night; never bled any of any account; don’t think he bled any; did not know if there was anything the matter with him; a post mortem examination was held, Drs. Gibbs and Renfrow; inquest was held Tuesday night.

Cross-examination by Judge Allen.

            I saw McElvoy playing cards, saw him buy a knife; had bought one from some person; got home few minutes before dark; lived three miles from Thebes; afterwards Price was at my door; about 80 cents; saw no difference in him that night, only that his head was tied up; seemed natural; a female person came and hastened him away from my house; only suppose it was his wife from the voice; didn’t see; was busy setting a broken arm; heard him say, oh, if it hadn’t been for Charlie McFall I wouldn’t have been killed; Price and McFall seemed to get along well enough; did not know of any difficulty between them till after Price’s death; twelve months after his death Mrs. Price and McFall went off together; saw Dr. Lynch there from Commerce; he is a son-in-law of McPheeter’s; he left medicine for Price to take; saw him there but once; saw Renfrau there Monday evening; deceased was hard to keep in bed; as not rational; he wasn’t in his sense any of the time; did not call McElvoy’s name in my presence; did not see McFall again that night; was standing by when the post mortem examination was made; saw the gash in his head; saw a hole in his head; an indentation in his forehead; don’t know whether the skull was broken or not; am no surgeon; knew of no difficulty between McFall and Price; knew of no intimacy between McFall and Mrs. Price till a year after the death of Price; at the time of the death of Price, McFall had a wife.

            At 5:30 court adjourned.


Friday, 29 Sep 1871:

            Judge David J. Baker, presiding; J. F. McCartney, prosecuting attorney; John Q. Harman, clerk; A. H. Irvin, sheriff.

Trial of John McElvoy for the Murder of John W. Price—Proceedings Yesterday—The Evidence

Martin Fridle—Witness for the People.

            My name is Martin Fridle; was present at the time of the difficulty at Thebes; my business was hauling lumber with two teams; I drove one and Charles McFall the other; can’t say positively whether the time of year was March or April; think the day of the difficulty was Saturday; first I saw of any trouble, one called the other up to get his money back; it was in a grocery store and saloon; they had been playing cards; this person (can’t remember his name) and Joe Kinsman; Joe Kinsman and whole crowd took a drink; Joe had won $15.00 and wanted to treat the crowd; some three or four drinks passed between them; John got pretty full and got pretty hot; directly the weights were missing from the counter, and were found in John’s pocket; we took them out; West Price was on my wagon; heard the glass crack, and Price said, “I am killed;” Joe Kinsman, Henry Henderson and one other man went home with me; Price with me in my wagon; he complained of feeling sort of sick; we drove on as fast as our mules would walk; the wagon got uncoupled and we all got off; Price said he was too sick to ride any more; Henderson and Kinsman led him, with one other man; I boarded at that time with West Price; when we got home helped put Price to bed and then unhitched the mules; all I heard him say was that he was very sick; no one with him after he got home; I staid there the biggest portion of the time till he died; my team went to Thebes twice for the doctor; he died Tuesday morning; no one injured him up to the time of his death; Dr. Renfrow was there; went for another doctor, he wouldn’t come; there were two doctors there at the time of his death.

Cross-examination by Judge Allen.

            Haven’t talked with any of the witnesses or any one else but the attorney; said nothing about what the other witnesses said; John and I never had any quarrel; I never said anything but that I was able to pay for his coat; I did not hear any coat crack, but am able to pay for it; John had a knife in his hand; it looked like a dirk; this was twenty minutes before the glass was thrown; am sure he had the knife then; I had started home and Price was on the wagon.  I was not looking at McElvoy when he threw the glass; my face was towards the east and my back towards the river; my team was moving when the glass was thrown.  Price was the only one in the wagon; was about in the center; his face was towards the west; I saw McElvoy run; he ran south and jumped a ditch; the hit didn’t knock Price off the wagon.  Joe Kinsman and Henderson were present; couldn’t say whether Miller was there—did not see him.  He (Price) sat in the wagon; he said, “I am killed.”  McElvoy did not come up; he had a six footer that did come up, and say he “wouldn’t have hit him for $1,000, and told Price to go to the drug store and he would pay for it; I didn’t keep count of the drinks I took; after I take a few, never keep count; my mind is clear when there is anything of importance going on; don’t recollect when there is anything to pay.  I had a knife; never had a knife in my hand when I was quarrelling with John; the wagon was going when glass was thrown; drove about one hundred yards and tied mules at corner by Pool’s store; don’t know James L. Harris by name; might know him, but don’t know; Price never got off the wagon till I got him off; I drove the mules; had two mules; me Joe Kinsman, Henderson and another man—can’t recall his name—were all that was on my wagon; McFall’s wagon went first; didn’t see anything of his wagon; Jeff Miller wasn’t on my wagon; didn’t see him; Price didn’t ride all the way; he got off between Miller’s and Wilson’s place; had gone two and three quarter miles; he didn’t complain; heard him grunt; Kinsman had his arm broke; Clark wasn’t on the wagon; know him, he lives at Thebes; am sure John Clark was on the wagon; left Price at his own house; did not complain much—only grunted right smart; left him at his house about 7 o’clock; his wife was in the house; did not pay any attention to whether anyone else was in the house; I did not see the glass strike him; heard it crack; never saw the glass.

Cross-Examined by State’s Attorney:

            Didn’t pay much attention to who was in the wagon or about it; the broken arm and this other affair took up my attention; don’t know who the tall six-footer was that spoke for John McElvoy; I had West Price around the waist taking him to drug store; never saw McElvoy after I saw him then; the doctor and druggist together tied up his head; the doctor was a red-headed fellow—Dr. Gibbs I think; head was tied up under the doctor’s superintendence; know the doctor when I see him.

Calvin Adams—Witness for the People

            Lives in Alexander Co., near Thebes, Ill.; recollect something about a difficulty that occurred a year ago last spring in Thebes; was passing when I saw a glass thrown at Price; saw McElvoy come out of Hodges’ grocery; he walked up pretty close to the crowd and threw a glass; he said after the glass was thrown that it was thrown at Fridle; was sorry if he had killed Price; I knew Price; didn’t know Fridel; McElvoy got pretty close and threw the glass pretty hard; saw the glass and went and picked up the glass after they were gone; it was a bar glass with a thick bottom.

Cross-Examined by Judge Allen

            Was raised in Alexander County, 4 ½ miles from Thebes; this is my first appearance in court; never saw a grand jury; this difficulty occurred on Saturday evening; saw the glass thrown; Price was standing near the wagon; don’t suppose he was over ten feet from McElvoy; didn’t know any of the crowd by Price; knew McElvoy; it was the second time I had seen him; saw a man they told me was Fridle; wagon was standing when the glass was thrown; after it was thrown heard McElvoy say he was sorry he hurt Price, and if he had hit Fridle he would be glad of it; believe Price was standing; all had been standing a few minutes; didn’t see him to go for the doctor; all went together before I started; I went down the street a piece and laid the glass down in the road.

Cross-examined by attorney.

            McElvoy said if he had hit Fridle he would have been glad of it.  That is the best of my recollection.

Henry Henderson, Witness for the People

My name is Henry Henderson; am slightly acquainted with McElvoy; saw McElvoy throw the glass; think it was at Fridle; threw in the direction of Fridle, Price was on the wagon near the front end and was in the same range with Fridle; the glass hit Price; it hit him in the head; on the forehead between the eyes; the cut place was not there before the glass was thrown; noticed in a short time; went for a doctor and carried him home; several went home with him to McPheeters’ boarding house; don’t recollect whether I went to the house or note; Price complained some, don’t recollect what the complaints were; only said he felt too sick to ride; complained a little all the way; saw him bleeding from the nose; his head was tied up.
Cross-examined by Judge Allen.

I went home with him; he walked part of the way; he was able to walk; did not give him any assistance; am not sure whether I went to the door; I saw him next day; did not see him any more till night; there was nothing unnaturally strange in his appearance; Price was sitting under wagon; McElvoy was some six feet back from the wagon; wagon was coupled to haul sixteen foot lumber; do not know that his face was towards McElvoy; Fridle was facing McElvoy; I was el___ by at the time McElvoy threw; Fridle was staggering around; wagon was standing still when glass was thrown; am sure of it; saw Price get off the wagon after he was hit; he got off alone; don’t know who started with him to the drug store; McElvoy started off, I think ahead of him, Fridle, Jeff Miller, Kinsman and Price rode together; think Mr. Clark rode some; don’t recollect whether Clark rode all the way or not.

Dr. Gibbs—Witness for the People

            My name is Gibbs; my full name is A. M. Gibbs.

            Judge Allen objected to witness testifying, the name of witness not being inscribed on the indictment.  The name on indictment was “Dock Gibbs.”

            Are you called Dock as often as anything else?

            I am sometimes called “Doctor,” sometimes Gibbs and at other times “Dock.”

            The state’s attorney objected to Judge Allen questioning the right of Dr. Gibbs as a witness.

            Judge Allen’s objection was overruled and witness examined.

            I am a physician; am a graduate of Rush Medical College, Chicago; have practiced since 1868; know John W. Price, examined his wound; Dr. Renfrow was present.  We made an examination together; had no instruments to make thorough examination; did not examine the brain; we merely examined the external portion of the skull, and the location of the wound between the eyes or forehead, the fracture appeared to have been produced by a blow from some blunt instrument; it is my belief that the blow caused his death; did not see any other cause for his death; did not attend to him during his sickness; can’t tell what day of week it was; I dressed his wounds on day he was hurt; the wound we dressed was the same one we inspected at the post mortem examination; wound was a flesh wound; the instrument must have come oblique direction and wounded the head towards the right; he was bleeding some.

Cross-examined by Judge Allen:

            Have not had much experience in surgery; saw Mr. Price and dress his wound; he walked in my office; Fridle was with him; no one else; the cut was about an inch in length up and down; used the probe and found no fracture; washed the wound; after his death held post mortem examination with Dr. Renfraw; Price was a large man, about 45 years old I should think; didn’t appear to be a very stout man; had a slight acquaintance with him; the wound was clean fracture, about an inch in length.

            Here followed a discussion on the anatomy of the head, after which testimony for defense was heard.

Mr. Perry—Witness for the Defendant

            Lives at Santa Fe, about three miles from Thebes; lived there since ‘65; knows where McPheeter’s mill is; am acquainted with John Clark; heard of the difficulty where Price got struck; was not in Thebes that day; saw the wagon driven by Fridle pass my house that evening; John Clark was not on the wagon when it passed my house.  I saw Clark a few minutes afterwards; he was drunk.  York was with him.

Gray Haney—Witness for Defendant

            I live four miles east of Thebes; have lived there three years; was not present when Price got hurt; heard of it on Sunday morning; was somewhat acquainted with John Price; saw him at his home near McPheeter’s mill on Sunday morning; said he did not feel much pain, only in the nose; he appeared to be himself; it was about ten o’clock Sunday morning; Jacob Light and Mrs. Price were there; Price was in the bed when I first went in; he got up.

Cross-Examined by State’s Attorney

            I went in alone and staid about ten minutes; Price said the glass was thrown at Fridle  and hit him.

            At 11:45 court adjourned to meet at 1:30 p.m.


            At 2 o’clock court was called, when Judge Allen rose and stated that the defense would here rest their case.

Saturday, 30 Sep 1871:

Most of the day, yesterday, was consumed in the argument of the case of the People v. McElvoy.  At about 5 o’clock the case was given to the jury, who returned a verdict of manslaughter, and fixed the term of confinement in the penitentiary at three years.  A motion for a new trial was made.

Sunday, 1 Oct 1871:
Mrs. Hiram Burnett, living near
Raleigh, was thrown out of a buggy on last Monday, and died from her injures in a few hours.
Tuesday, 3 Oct 1871:
Charley Walker should be ashamed of himself.  Why didn’t he put off killing
Taylor until the preachers got out of town?  We have been peaceable and quiet for years.  Nobody has been murdered for a long time; but now, just when we were on our best behavior and had put on long faces and were saying prayers in honor of the preachers, an internal busy-body negro had to proceed to work to kill a man!  Why didn’t he wait, we ask, until our guests had gone hence?  Confound him, he ought to be hanged.

(The Southern Illinois Conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church was meeting in Cairo at the time of the murder.—Darrel Dexter)
A Negro Killed by Another Negro—Stabbed in Four Places

Charley Walker, the colored porter of the St. Charles Hotel, and George Taylor another colored man who was the drayman of the superintendent of the Illinois Central baggage room in this city, had been quarrelling for several weeks.  Yesterday evening both the men got angry and finally exchanged blows.  Walker was seen to strike rapidly four or five times with a knife, when Taylor stabbed and fell.  It was then ascertained that he had been stabbed.  Dr. Dunning was called in and pronounced the wounds, four stabs in the breast and abdomen fatal.  Within half an hour after the fight Taylor was a dead man.  Walker ran down Fourth Street towards Washington Avenue and at 11 o’clock last night had not been arrested.  Coroner Gossman held an inquest and the jury returned a verdict in accordance with the above facts.

4 Oct 1871:
Charley Walker who killed George Taylor on Monday evening has not yet been arrested.  The last seen of him was near Flora Garden, going toward Mississippi Levee.
ARE THEY?—On last Tuesday morning as Mr. William Tomerlin was passing through the woods about nine mile above Cairo, he found the remains of a dead man.  From the decomposed state of the body it is supposed to have been dead for two or three months.  The clothes were made of salt-mixed cassimere, with straw hat, and congress boots.  In the pockets was found three lead pencils, one gold pen, a bottle of medicine, a cork screw, a railroad ticket, two handkerchiefs, with the initials on one unintelligible, and a card showing him to be an agent of F. J. Kellogg.  Who F. J. Kellogg is or where he does business does not appear from any of the articles found on the dead body.  No one in the neighborhood where the body was found remember having seen a person answering the description above.  And so the question is—whose bones are these?

5 Oct 1871:
DENIAL.—It having been reported that Charlie Walker, while escaping from the city, had stopped at the house of Mr. Milton Jenkins, in the upper part of the city, Mr. J. requests us to publish the following denial:
Cairo, October 4, 1871
Mr. Editor—It having been reported that Charles Walker was at my house on the night of the killing of George Taylor, I wish to say that Charles Walker has never been at my house; and further that neither my family nor myself are personally acquainted with him.  It is said that
Walker came to me as a Mason for assistance is also untrue.  If Walker is a Mason I do not know it, and it is said of Masons that “they know each other as well in the dark as in the daylight.”
Milton Jenkins
WALKER ARRESTED.—Information was received yesterday by Sheriff Irvin of the arrest of Charlie Walker, by the authorities at
Centralia Walker was seen on the road between Villa Ridge and Pulaski stations on Tuesday afternoon.  It is supposed he took the cars at Pulaski station.  Having been porter at the St. Charles Hotel, Walker was simply planning his own detection by getting on one of the trains of the Illinois Central, for all the conductors on trains arriving at and departing from Cairo have their headquarters at the St. Charles.  Sheriff Irvin left for Centralia on the 2:45 p.m. train, and will, it is supposed, return to Cairo with the prisoner in charge on the 3:30 a.m. train.

In The Bulletin of yesterday morning we stated that the remains of a dead man had been found at the end of the avenue some eight or nine miles from Cairo.  The item was read by Mrs. William Pitcher who at once recognized in the description given of the clothing and the articles found in the pockets of the clothes, the property of a young man by the name of Thomas Kennedy.  Young Kennedy was at the time of his arrival in Cairo agent for a firm of photographers in Cleveland, Ohio, but shortly after his arrival in this city, from some cause unknown lost his situation.  He remained here from some time doing nothing and finally ran out of money, and became much depressed in spirits.  He tried hard to obtain employment but all his efforts were unavailing.  He at length became so much out of heart at his unsuccessful attempt to obtain a situation that, we understand, he asserted that he felt like going out and throwing himself into the river.  After remaining at Mr. P.’s for two or three weeks, he one morning left the home, telling the family that he was going to Mound City to get money to go to his home in Pennsylvania.  From that time up to yesterday nothing was heard of him, and it was supposed by his friends and acquaintances that he had gone away, but would some time come back or write to someone in this city.  Within the past few weeks Mr. Pitcher has received a number of letters from F. A. Kennedy, Carlilse, Cumberland County, Pennsylvania, inquiring the whereabouts of his son.  From the tone of Mr. Kennedy’s letters we are led to believe that he is a man of considerable means and has twice started his son in business, but the young man, being of a roving disposition, would not continue long in any one place.  The father seems much distressed at the ignorance of his son’s whereabouts, and asks in a very feeling manner for the assistance of his acquaintances in this community in ferreting him out.  Young Kennedy was a brother-in-law of C. W. Dunn, at one time paymaster at Mound City.  It will be a sad blow for his parents to learn of the death of their son, and especially the manner in which he is supposed to have died.  Mr. Pitcher will, this morning, go to the country and gather up the remains of the body, which were left just as they were found by Mr. Tomerlin.

Friday, 6 Oct 1871:
Charlie Walker says he walked from Pulaski Station to
Centralia, a distance of about one hundred miles, in twenty-four hours. Where’s Weston?

Mr. William Pitcher yesterday went to the place where the remains of Thomas Kennedy were found. He identifies almost every article found about the dead body as the property of young Kennedy, thus clearing away every doubt as to the fate of the unfortunate young man. The bones were gathered up and placed in a box and brought to town, where they will be interred until it is ascertained what disposition his parent wish to make of them. The bottle found near here the dead body was discovered, is said to contain strychnine, thus making it almost a certainty that Kennedy died by his own hands. The bottle containing the strychnine was found concealed under a log, where, after taking out enough of the deadly poison to answer his purpose, he had hid it. The place where the body was found is about two hundred yards from the road, at the end of the avenue, in a thick, dark, gloomy spot. The man evidently desired to destroy himself in a place where his body would not be soon discovered, or he would not have gone so far from the city and into this dismal locality. Mr. Pitcher will immediately write to the parents of the dead man, and break the news of the sad fate of their son to them in as gentle a manner as possible.
He will also communicate the facts of the case to the firm of Cassidy & Co., Cleveland, in whose employ young Kennedy was at the time of his arrival in this city.

Strange things happen in this world, as will be admitted after reading the following facts: On last Tuesday, the day after
Walker killed Taylor, little John Dunning, son of Dr. Dunning, of this city, went to Centralia in company with his grandmother. On the day after his arrival in Centralia, Johnny, in company with several other little fellows, were out playing and wandered some two and a half miles away from town into the woods. While rollicking about the woods Johnny saw a man asleep under a tree and on going close up to him saw that it was no other than Charles Walker, the negro who had but two days before killed another negro in this city. Little John, with much more consideration than many persons much older than he would have had, started for Centralia and on arriving there informed the city marshal of the facts in the case. The marshal immediately summoned a posse, and under the direction of little John went to where Walker was sleeping and arrested him. He was taken back to Centralia, and a telegram sent to Sheriff Irvin informing him of Walker’s capture. The sheriff took the 2:45 p.m. train the same day, went to Centralia, got the prisoner and returned to Cairo on the 3:30 a.m. train yesterday, where Walker was lodged in jail.

Whereas, Death has removed for our midst an earnest and faithful laborer in the person of our vice-president, H. S. English, and also Miss Alice Emmons, assistant teacher in the high school of Cairo; therefore,

Resolved, That we recognize the loss of Mr. English as a severe blow to our institute and to the educational interests of the country, and as the translation from us of much nobleness and promise, and, with his friends, we wish to express our sincere sympathy in their bereavement.

Resolved, That in the untimely and painful close of the life of Miss Emmons our hearts can but be affected by the recollection of her great personal worth, the purity of her mind, and the singleness of purpose as well as by painful regret for her loss and suffering, and we desire to mourn with other friends who mourn for her.

Revolved, That a copy of these resolutions be furnished to the friends of the deceased, and the press of Cairo for publication.

Sunday, 8 Oct 1871:
A man named Guss was crushed beneath a falling tree near
Raleigh, one day last week causing instant death.

Death from Love

The melancholy death of Alice Emmons, late assistant teacher in the
Cairo high school, is one of the saddest events it has ever fallen to our pen to record. Miss Emmons came to this city at the beginning of the present school term, and though an entire stranger to our community, she impressed all who became acquainted with her as a young lady of a bright and sunny nature, and peculiar fitness, by intellect and education, for the important position she occupied. She came among us prepared to like her home here, and began her duties with enthusiasm and all the earnestness of a real devotion to her work. Miss Emmons had been in Cairo but two weeks when she was summoned to Chicago by the news of the sudden and dangerous illness of a very dear friend. When she arrived at his bedside, she found him insensible—sick unto death, and in a few hours, without the consolation of a word, Miss Emmons saw her lover breathe his last. She remained in Chicago until after the burial, and then, in company with her father, who had gone to her, to give that care and consolation which her sad situation required, she turned her weary footsteps homeward. But the faithful heart was broken, and by the time she had reached her home, health had given way, and saddest of all to relate—Alice Emmons was insane! She did not long survive the loss of health and reason--in a few short days, death kindly released her spirit from its shattered body.

Alf. D. Armstrong, clerk of the steamer Susie Silver, died on board that boat at
St. Louis Friday, of intermittent fever and inflammation of the bowels. He left behind an only daughter. He was a well known steamboat clerk, having been clerk at the Galt House in Louisville two years. He leaves behind a large circle of friends to mourn his death. He was a Mason and his remains were buried by that order yesterday.

On Thursday evening, near Washington, Clark County Indiana, Capt. J. Reilly, of Vienna, Indiana, a respected steamboatman, formerly of Cincinnati, was stabbed in four places by Captain J. M. Par___, of Charlestown, Indiana. One of the wounds pierced the heart, another the bowels, a third the lungs, and the fourth the back of the neck. Reilly died instantly.

Saturday, 14 Oct 1871:
A man named Reiser stabbed a man named Joe Sanders nine or ten times on last Sunday, because Joe would not give him liquor. The wounded man will die, and Reiser should swing.


Sunday, 15 Oct 1871:
Death of Dr. William Graham, of
Mt. Carmel
“I Have Taken Thirty Grains of Morphia.”

(From the
Mt. Carmel (Ill.) Democrat)

The citizens of our town were inexpressibly shocked on Monday evening last, in learning that Dr. Graham was lying at the point of death, his situation superinduced by a large dose of morphine, which he had taken, as he himself stated, and as he informed his friends in a note that he left on his table—for the purpose of ending his life.  He had gone to his office with his brother, Col. Graham, the latter passing into the house to tea; as the Doctor failed to come to the table, his brother went into the office between five and six o’clock, where he was horrified by finding him under the influence of morphine.  A note he had written stated his purpose, and gave directions as to the disposition of his body, and an intimation that the death of his beloved wife, several years since, had left him nothing further to live for.  Everything that medical skill could do, aided by the unflagging attentions of a circle of friends, was unavailing; he quietly expired about half past twelve o’clock the following day.

What the immediate cause of the committal of the act may have been is a subject of conjecture; the predisposing reason was doubtless as he himself stated.  Few men in our community would be more greatly missed.  His genial disposition attached to him many warm friends, while his foibles were not of that character which aroused enmity.—Of these latter a morbid sensibility was the greatest, and through it his feelings were at times sorely wounded; and what shock they received, which caused his dreadful resolution to cease to bear the ills he knew, but rather dare the others that he knew not of, may never be known.  And, surely, we cannot wholly blame the act of him who can never more define its provocations.  Each heart must to some extent measure its own limit of suffering; and “what Coto did and Addison approved” may not always be utterly blamed.

Dr. Graham located and commenced the practice of his profession here in 1869, we believe.  When the war broke out he went into the service as a surgeon, and remained in it until the close of the rebellion, when he returned here and married his wife, who died several years ago.  He was about forty years of age at his death.  He has constantly enjoyed a lucrative and successful practice here, and took peculiar pride in his profession, particularly in the surgical branch of it.  He had also a refined love for the beautiful.  His office was adorned with rare plants and specimens of natural history, all arranged with the nicest taste and surrounded by these objects of his solicitous care he breathed his last.  He was of generous disposition; a genial, entertaining companion; a true friend.  His causal associates of Monday say nothing unusual in his demeanor, so well he kept enfolded the miseries of his bursting heart.

Let us consign his memory to that charity which “thinketh no evil.”

The following is the note referred to:

Oct. 9th, 1871

As it is necessary that I explain the cause of my action, I will do so.  I do not wish to live longer; I prefer to die.  I die by my own hand. I do not wish any post mortem examination of my body after death.  I know that I will be considered as insane but if I am insane I have been so since the death of my wife, as I have meditated this suicide ever since, but it has never completely taken possession of my mind until today.  I desire my remains to be placed in a metallic case, and placed by the side of my dear wife.  I would like a box large enough to contain both cases.  As we were one in life, let us sleep together in death, and together come forth in the resurrection.  I desire that the Rev. G. W. Hughey should come here and preach my funeral, as he understood me better than any one else.

I do not think that my life has been in vain.  I have prolonged human life and relived human suffering, and I have perfect confidence in a just God rewarding me in the future.

I have taken 30 grains of morphia.

The remains of Thomas Kennedy, who committed suicide some time ago in the woods above
Cairo were sent by express to his parents in Pennsylvania, yesterday.

On Thursday night, between eleven and twelve o’clock, on one of the wharf boats, Ed Logan, a negro, and J. W. Gillespie, a white man, got into a quarrel, in which the latter received several stabs that may prove fatal. Logan, the negro, was arrested and committed to the county jail. Gillespie was taken to the hospital.



Tuesday, 17 Oct 1871:
Charlie Walker, the negro who killed George Taylor, thinks he is in a tight box. He says he don’t feel good. We should think not.

A young man by the name of William Patterson, about twenty-four years old, and supposed to be from Charleston, Missouri, was killed by the falling of a tree at St. Genevieve Island on about the 13th of the present month. He was buried on the island. The further information address either the captain or clerk of the steamer, J. J. Ebert, care of Phil. Howard, Cairo.


Tuesday, 17 Oct 1871:

DIED.—At Greencastle, Ind., after a lingering illness of many weeks, Miss Alice Hough, niece of Mr. J. B. Fulton, of this city. Death, with his sickle keen, has reaped another lovely victim. Neither skill of physicians, nor the strong love which triumphs over our every human obstacle, could stay the hand of the dread destroyer.

Thursday, 19 Oct 1871:
Yesterday at about
one o’clock, Mr. Joshua Cushing, one of the oldest residents of this locality, died at his residence in this city at the ripe old age of 78 years. Mr. Cushing came to Cairo in the summer of 1858 and has resided here ever since.

The Massac County circuit court, Judge Baker presiding, adjourned on Tuesday evening, in consequence of the death of the wife of Robert McCartney, Esq., brother of the State’s Attorney for this district. Court will convene again on Friday morning.


Saturday, 21 Oct 1871:
Mr. Henry Harris, one of the oldest inhabitants of
Cairo, died yesterday. Mr. Harris, at the time of his death, was forty-five years of age. He was identified with the interest of Cairo for a long time and added considerable to its enterprise and prosperity. He was an active member of the Arab Fire Company, the flag of which company hangs at half-mast in respect to his memory. Mr. Harris had been in feeble health for some time, and his death was not much of a surprise to anyone. Notice of the time and place of his burial will be given in tomorrow’s Bulletin.


Sunday, 22 Oct 1871:
A daughter of Mr. Searls, living near Eldorado, was fatally burned on Saturday last.

The two
Pickerings, confined in the Saline County jail for murder, escaped Thursday night a week ago. The jailer was gagged, the keys of the cells taken from his pocket and the prisoners set free. The parties who helped them off were blacked and disguised. No effort has been made to retake the prisoners.

Henry B. Morgulles, an inmate of the poor house of
Saline County, committed suicide recently. He had at one time been in easy circumstance, but loss of property and health preyed upon his mind and it is supposed he was partially insane when he ended his life by cutting his throat with a razor.


Tuesday, 24 Oct 1871:
The funeral of the late Henry Harris on Sunday last, was an imposing occasion. All the fire companies turned out in force and accompanied the remains from the residence to the cars. At
twelve o’clock the train bearing the funeral cortege, left for Villa Ridge where the remains were buried.

A Mr. Townsend, foreman of a gang of men who are employed in chopping logs near Ullin, for the East St. Louis Lumber Company, was attacked by one of the men a few days ago while among them giving directions concerning the work. Mr. Townsend warned the attacking party—a man by the name of
Marion—to keep off, telling he did not want to quarrel with him. Marion followed up, however until after backing a distance of twenty-five or thirty yards, Mr. Townsend drew his revolver and fired. The shot took effect in Marion’s neck, and he died in forty-eight hours. Mr. Townsend had not, up to last Saturday evening, been arrested. The people of Ullin and the neighborhood where the homicide occurred are unanimous in justifying Mr. Townsend for the part he took in the terrible tragedy.

Wednesday, 25 Oct 1871:
The widow and the relatives of the late Henry Harris wish to return thanks to all those persons who aided and assisted them in their late bereavement. To the firemen and the public generally, who by their presence gave evidence of their regard for the memory of the deceased, they return heartfelt thanks; and to the Arab Fire Company they are especially thankful for the many acts of kindness extended to Mr. Harris during his long illness, and for their valuable services at the funeral.

Friday, 27 Oct 1871:
A. J. Miller, well-known in the
Thebes part of Alexander County, died, on the 19th inst., aged thirty-nine years. The deceased was a school teacher, and for a long time taught at Dickinson’s school house near Goose Island. He was respected by all who knew him, and is mourned by a host of warm friends.


Saturday, 28 Oct 1871:
The Mate of the Steamer Octavia Fatally Wounded by a Cook

The steamer Octavia arrived in port yesterday from St. Louis. Just above Commerce, Missouri, one of her cooks raised a disturbance and the captain ordered the first mate to put him on the bank. The mate and cook were standing on the forecastle, and as the boat was nearing the shore, he said that before he got off he wanted to go upstairs and kill the clerk. He started, but was stopped by the mate, when he drew a large sheath knife and began cutting the mate before he could defend himself, and would have cut him into mince, but the engineer run out and knocked him down. As it was, he succeeded in inflicting four deep cuts which are likely to prove fatal. The mate was brought to this port and his wounds were dressed by Dr. Dunning, who think he will die. His family resides in Indianapolis, and his wife was telegraphed to come down at once. The cook was put into jail at Commerce.

Tuesday, 31 Oct 1871:
At a meeting if the Arab Fire Company, held lately, the following preamble and resolutions were adopted:

WHEREAS, An all-wise Providence has called from our midst Brother Henry Harris,

Resolved, That, in the death of Brother Harris, our company has lost a worthy member—one who was always ready when danger called—his family a kind and indulgent husband and father, and our city a good citizen.

Resolved, That we deeply sympathize with the family of the deceased in their bereavement.

Resolved, That the engine house hall be draped in mourning for thirty days, and the members of this company wear the usual badge of mourning for the same period.

Resolved, That these resolutions be published in the city and a copy of the same be sent to the family of our deceased brother.
A negro boy, while attempting to pass from Phillips’ to Halliday’s wharfboat on Sunday last was drowned.  Yesterday a cannon was discharged over the water where the boy sank, but did not bring the body to the surface.

Wednesday, 1 Nov 1871:
Our river reporter chronicles the death of Wood Malin, late an employee on Phillips’ and the I. C. R. R. company’s wharfboats.  “Consumption with his ghastly dart” killed him.
The many friends of Mr. Wood Malin will be sorry to learn of his death, which occurred a few days ago at his home.  He was connected with Phillips’ and I. C. R. R. wharfboat, but a few months ago, and made many friends while a resident of our city.  His disease was consumption, of which he had been suffering for some time.

Thursday, 2 Nov 1871:
A tragedy enacted a year ago at
Sublette, Ill., in which a son named Bee, shot his father, through the head, and then buried his body, has been recently brought to light.  It appears that the body was discovered by a couple of men who were engaged in digging a well on the premises formerly occupied by the Bee family.  The boy has made a confession.
The mate of the Octavia who was so dangerously cut by a cook is still in a precarious condition.  His wife who was telegraphed for has arrived, and is now with him.

Friday, 3 Nov 1871:
Weaver, late mate of the Octavia, died yesterday morning of the wounds received by him in a difficulty with one of the cooks of the steamer.  Dr. Dunning made a post mortem examination of the body.
Mr. Weaver, mate of the Octavia, died yesterday from the stabs he received a few days ago.  His body will be taken to
Indianapolis, today, where it will be interred.
Tuesday, 7 Nov 1871:
The body of the colored boy, who was drowned by falling from Phillips’ wharf boat into the river last week, came to the surface Sunday.  Esquire McHale summoned a jury and held an inquest.  The verdict was “accidental drowning.”  The name of the deceased was “Grant,” nothing more nor less.
Mrs. Fry, wife of Mr. Alex. Fry, a citizen of the fourth ward, died on Sunday morning and was buried at Villa Ridge yesterday.  The deceased was a very estimable lady.
The body of the little colored boy who was drowned a few days ago at the head of Phillips’ wharfboat came to the surface Sunday afternoon.  An inquest was held and the body was turned over to the parents.
Mortal Wounding of Robert Bribach.

Particulars of the Tragedy.

The city was startled last night by the report that Robert Bribach, a well-known citizen, had been killed in a personal rencontre, in the saloon of the city brewery, with a stranger by the name of George Moser.

The particulars of the tragedy were substantially as follows:

Moser was in the saloon when Bribach entered and was talking to some person about playing cards.  After listening for a few moments, Bribach got into the conversation and challenged Moser to play for a wager.  Moser accepted the challenge, but after he was seated said he would not play for money but would let the result of the game decide which should buy the beer for the company.  Bribach took offense at this conduct, and began to use toward Moser decidedly uncomplimentary language, and would have struck him if the bystanders had not interfered.  After the excitement had cooled down, Bribach invited Moser to drink a glass of beer with him, and the invitation was accepted.  While the company were standing at the bar Moser said to Bribach:  “You can say what you please to me, but it would not have been well with you if you had struck me; you would have been a dead man.”  This remark seemed to frenzy Bribach, who immediately threw off his coat and struck Moser three or four times.  “If you strike me again I will stab you,” cried MoserBribach did strike again, and sprang toward Moser, who made good his threat by stabbing his assailant under the left arm, severing an artery.  As Moser was in the act of striking another blow with his knife, Mr. Swanitz caught him around the arms.  Bribach sank down on the floor, and feebly said, “I am stabbed; help me.”  Moser immediately left the saloon and went in search of Dr. Wadgymar, and finding him said:  “Come quick, doctor; I have stabbed a man at the brewery.”  And he returned to the scene of the tragedy with the doctor, where he was arrested by constable Weldon, who lodged him in the county jail.  Dr. Wadgymar could do nothing for the unfortunate Bribach, who died within an hour after he was wounded.  The affray occurred at 10 minutes before 9 o’clock.  Coroner Gossman summoned a jury and held an inquisition on the body.  The verdict was, we are informed, in accordance with the above facts.

Wednesday, 8 Nov 1871:
The members of the Rough and Ready Fire Company are hereby requested to meet at their engine house at
12 1/2 o’clock p.m., today, to attend the funeral of our brother fireman, Robert Bribach, deceased.

All other fire companies attending the funeral in a body are requested to be ready at their engine house at 1 o’clock p.m. sharp!  By order of the president, H. Schuh, Sec.
I. O. O. F.—The members of Alexander Lodge No. 224 are notified to meet at the lodge room today at 12 1/2 o’clock, sharp, to attend the funeral of our deceased brother, Robert Bribach.
C. K. Slack, N. G.
ATTENTION ARABS.—The members of the Arab Fire Company are herby notified to meet at the company’s engine house today at 12 1/2 o’clock sharp, to attend the funeral of our brother fireman, Robert Bribach, deceased.  By order of the President.
ATTENTION, HIBERNIANS.—The members of the Hibernian Fire Company are requested to meet today, at 12 1/2 o’clock sharp, with full uniform, at their engine house, to attend the funeral of our deceased brother, fireman, Robert Bribach.
By order of the president, T. M. Lovett, Sec.
Robert Bribach was an Odd Fellow, and a member of the Turner Association and the Rough and Ready Fire Company.
Bribach’s death was the theme of conversation in every part of the city yesterday.  A post mortem examination disclosed the fact that the second rib on the left side has been severed by the knife blade which had penetrated the heart.
George Moser, the slayer of Robert Bribach, was born in Pottsheim in Baden, 40 years ago.  He has been five years in
America, has no family, except a sister, a resident of this city.  By trade, he is a tinsmith, and has been in Cairo only five days.  Robert Bribach, who was killed by Moser, was an Austrian.  He was born in the city of Leipzig, the capital city of Saxony.  At the time of his death he was 41 years of age.  He lived five years in St. Louis, and came to Cairo in 1860.  He leaves a wife and two children.
William Mullins, a printer, formerly of Cairo—noted while in the city for his quarrelsome disposition—was stabbed and, it is believed, mortally wounded, on Monday evening last, at
Memphis.  The knife entered his left side, immediately over the kidneys twice, and once under the left arm in the region of the heart.  When he was stabbed he said:  “I will die tomorrow; I won’t die tonight.”  While in Cairo, Mullins fought a bowie knife duel with another printer wounding his opponent.  He went from Cairo to Memphis and was shot within a week after reaching that city.  He narrowly escaped death at that time.  He afterwards shot two or three men, neither of them seriously.  From Memphis he went to St. Louis where he stabbed a fellow printer and brushed close to the door of the Missouri penitentiary.  He has not been in Memphis longer than a month, and now, we believe, he is finished.  He was a good hearted man, but was insane on what the southern men call their personal honor.  He would resent an indiscreet look or an incautious word; and, with hand on pistol, demand an apology or satisfaction.  The only wonder is that he was not killed long ago.

Thursday, 9 Nov 1871:
Funeral of Robert Bribach--Resolutions of Respect

The mortal remains of Robert Bribach were followed to their last resting place yesterday by a large concourse of citizens, the Odd Fellows and the Rough and Ready, Hibernian and Arab Fire companies turning out in full force.  The procession, which was one of the largest that was ever seen in Cairo, moved from the late residence to the deceased at twenty minutes to 2 o’clock, headed by the Silver Cornet Band playing a funeral dirge.  It passed along Washington Avenue to Eighth Street, up Eighth to Commercial, down Commercial to Sixth, up Sixth to the levee, where the funeral train was in waiting.

At the Villa Ridge cemetery, Rev. Mr. Heldbig briefly and eloquently addressed the numerous mourners in the German language and the Odd Fellows paid the usual tokens of respect to their deceased brother.

After the return of the funeral cortege to the city, the Odd Fellows met in their hall and adopted the following resolutions:

WHEREAS, In the providence of God, suddenly, the hand of death has been laid upon a brother of this order, severing the golden links of that chain which binds us together in fraternal affection and by its mysterious power in drawing mankind into one great family, in the circle of which shall be no violence and brother shall not lift hand in anger against brother.

Resolved, That, in the death of Brother Robert Bribach, rudely robbed of life and sent without warning into eternity, we recognize a lesson of warning and exhortation, and an additional reason for cherishing and profiting by—carrying into all the paths of society—the principles of our beloved order, which constantly remind us that time is short and should be improved in good words—that youth in its harmlessness and comparative innocence and manhood with its wonted vigor and pride of strength are not more exempt than decrepit and tottering age from the fixed law of being which dedicates all that is mortal to death.

Resolved, That we mourn our deceased brother as a man of kind heart, whose hand was always open to the demands of Charity, and who was true to the obligations of friendship.

Resolved, That with his bereaved family—the disconsolate widow and helpless orphans—robbed, and so cruelly robbed, of a husband and father, we mourn in this hour of their distress, and will offer to them that consolation which our order teaches us to extend to the wife of a brother when the widow’s home is hers, with its loneliness and gloom—to gather about her and hers, with strong hands and warm hearts, protecting and cherishing them for the sake of him to whom they pledged friendship.
“Failing not when life has perished,
Living still beyond the tomb.”

Resolved, That a page of the journal of the lodge be set apart sacred to the memory of the deceased, that the lodge room be draped, and the brothers wear the usual badge of sorrow for thirty days.

Resolved, That the secretary of this lodge be and is hereby instructed to furnish to the widow of the deceased a copy of these resolutions.

Resolved, That the several newspapers of this city be requested to publish these resolutions, and that the secretary be instructed to furnish to each a copy of them for publication.
At a meeting of the Rough and Ready Fire Company held last night the following resolutions were adopted:

WHEREAS, Our brother member Robert Bribach, has, by a mysterious dispensation of Providence, been taken from our midst, and whereas it is meet and proper that we, his fellow members, lamenting his untimely taking off, should give expression to our sorrow and respect for his memory, be it therefore

Resolved, by the Rough and Ready Fire Company, that in the death of Robert Bribach, this company has been deprived of one of its most efficient and public spirited members, who in the discharge of his duty hesitated at no danger and was deterred by no regard for his person comfort or convenience; that society has lost a member whose hand was “open as the duty,” always ready and ever willing to aid the needful—a man who was steadfast in his devotion to the obligations of friendship, truthful and upright.

Resolved, That our heartfelt sympathies are hereby extended to the widow and orphans, and our hope expressed that He who watches over the fall of the sparrow may be their stay and comfort in this hour of deep sorrow and distress.

Resolved, That the members of the company wear the usual badge of mourning for thirty days.

Resolved, That the secretary of this company be instructed to furnish a copy of these resolutions to the widow of the deceased, and also copies to the city papers for publication, and that they be spread at length upon the journal of the company.

Friday, 10 Nov 1871:
Bill Walker, of
Goose Island, and well known to many persons in this city, was found dead on the road near his home on Wednesday morning.  Walker was in Cairo the day before and left in the evening for home.  He is supposed by some to have been foully dealt with.  From the appearance of the body it was evident that the wagon had rolled over him.


John Haudly, deck sweeper on the Tom Jasper was drowned while in the act of drawing a bucket of water.
The Bribach Tragedy.
Preliminary Examination of Moser, the Homicide—The Evidence—Held to Answer

Moser, the slayer of the late Robert Bribach, had a preliminary examination yesterday before Esquires Bross and McHale.  The examination took place in the room of the county court, which was well filled with spectators.  D. T. Linegar, Esq., appeared for the accused.  At about half past two o’clock the prisoner was brought into the room.  He is heavy set, about five feet ten inches in height, full whiskers, blue eyes, a German cast of features, and anything but a dangerous looking man.  During the examination he was visibly affected, and when the justices announced their determination to hold him over he shed tears. We heard him say, in an undertone to his lawyer, that he would rather be in Bribach’s coffin than in his own unfortunate position.

Stephen Swanitz testified—Was in our saloon between 8 and 9.  Bribach was in with us, and drank several glasses of beer.  Then this man came in and took a glass of beer.  The bar keeper proposed to play a game of sixty-six.  Bribach said he would play the prisoner for $10.  Prisoner agreed; but then said he would not—that he would play for the beer.  Bribach would not do that, and began talking to him about the old country.  Bribach asked him where he was from.  Prisoner said he was from Baden. Bribach said he was a liar, that he must be from Saxony, and doubled up his fist to strike prisoner.  Pruess caught Bribach and told him not to strike, that prisoner didn’t want to have any difficulty.  Bribach then treated the crowd and prisoner.  While prisoner was drinking, Swanitz introduced him to Bribach, saying he is a butcher and saloon keeper.  Prisoner said in conversation that, now they were acquainted, Bribach might say what he pleased to him and he wouldn’t mind; but he added that he was glad Bribach had not struck, because if “you had jumped on me the way you intended you might have been a dead man.”  Bribach threw off his coat and hat and struck prisoner with his hand right and left and then caught him and was trying to press him down.  They got twisted around and prisoner shoved Bribach towards the corner, when witness caught prisoner around the arms.  Saw blood then.  First witness knew of the stabbing.  Bribach staggered, and witness helped him to sit down; then got a cot and laid him in the hall.  He died in about half an hour or so after he was stabbed.

John Preuss testified—Was in the city brewery in Cairo night of the killing.  Bribach came in and called the crowd up to drink.  Prisoner came in afterwards, and spoke; passed his snuff box around; some took snuff.  Prisoner then sat down at table on which cards were; asked some one to play with him; Bribach said he would for $10; prisoner did not say much; seemed to think Bribach bantering; said he would play for the beer.  Bribach talked to him; told him he was a d----d liar; made a fist at him; witness told him he must not do so; that he (Bribach) had insulted the prisoner first.  Bribach said they were all friends; asked all up to drink; asked prisoner; asked him three times.  Prisoner accepted the invitation.  While drinking Bribach and prisoner began talking about the old country.  Bribach asked him about distances between places.  Prisoner answered.  Bribach told him he was a d----d liar.  Prisoner told him if he knew so well himself he should not have asked the questions.  Then they got to be friends again.  Swanitz introduced the two.  Bribach invited the prisoner to come to his house; prisoner said he would; that, now he knew Bribach, he would take almost anything from him—that he saw he liked a good deal of fun; but that if he (Bribach) had rushed on him before he might have been a dead man.  This seemed to anger Bribach.  He threw off his hat and coat, struck prisoner three or four times; caught him and was trying to crush him down.  Saw prisoner put his hand in his pocket; prisoner though he might be drawing a pistol and got out the back door, but came in again; saw prisoner hold up his hand and heard him say several times:  “Don’t strike me again or I’ll stick you.”  Saw Swanitz catch him.

Henry Walbaum testified that he went into the brewery on night of tragedy, and saw a party playing cards; they got up; the barkeeper didn’t have time to play; asked Swanitz to play.  Bribach said he would play for ten dollars; prisoner said alright; Bribach said “put up your money;” prisoner said he had not seen his money yet.  Bribach threw a roll of bills out on the table; prisoner said he could not tell whether the money was ten dollars or not.  The barkeeper told them there could be no playing for money.  The prisoner proposed to play for the beer.  Bribach said he didn’t have time and he would rather treat the crowd.  Prisoner said something I didn’t understand; it seemed to arouse Bribach and he wanted him to take it back, and shook his fist.  Preuss interfered.  Bribach treated, and they got into conversation about the old country.  Bribach asked where he was from; prisoner said Baden.  Bribach asked the distance; prisoner answered; Bribach said he was a liar.  Preuss again interfered.  They drank again, and the prisoner said he might say anything he pleased to him.  Don’t know whether Bribach was drunk or sober; can not say he was drunk, but he had been drinking and was talkative and merry.
            Dr. Wagdymar testified that the prisoner called on him at about 9 o’clock on the night of the tragedy and said:  “Come with me, quick, Doctor, I have stabbed a man at the brewery;” that he had dressed the wound and that it occasioned the death of deceased.

George Weldon testified—Was sitting in at Gates’.  A young man ran down street after an officer.  Asked him what was the matter.  Said a man was hurt at the brewery; went up to the brewery; met prisoner coming out of Schonemeyer’s and told him he was my prisoner.  He asked what for.  I told him for hurting a man at the brewery.  He said all right.  Wanted Bribach to identify him.  Said:  “No use; I did it, and here is the knife.” 

Mr. Linegar addressed the court at considerable length, arguing that the prisoner had acted in self defense.

The court held the prisoner in the sum of $2,000 to answer at the next term of the circuit court.

Sunday, 19 Nov 1871:

The funeral services of Lily, daughter of William P. and Eliza W. Halliday, will be performed at the Church of the Redeemer at two o’clock today.  At the conclusion, the remains will be conveyed to the family residence in the grounds of which they will be interred.

Tuesday, 21 Nov 1871:

The funeral of Lily E. Halliday, on Sunday last, was well attended.  The remains were conveyed to the Church of the Redeemer, where the funeral services according to that church were performed.  The coffin was opened at the church, and all who wished were permitted to take a last look at the corpse.  The address of Rector Coan was appropriate and well timed, and will be long remembered by those who heard it.  After the services at the church, the remains were conveyed back to the residence of the bereaved parents, near which they were interred.

Thursday, 23 Nov 1871:
The friends and acquaintances of the late Eddie McGee are respectfully invited to attend his funeral today, at Villa Ridge.  Funeral services by the Rev. Mr. Foote, at the Presbyterian church, at
1 o’clock p.m.  A special train will leave the foot of Eighth Street with the body at 2 o’clock
Saturday, 25 Nov 1871:

On Thursday night, the jury in the case of the negro charged with the murder of a citizen of Mound City, which has been in trial nearly a week in the circuit court of Pulaski County, returned a verdict of murder in the first degree.

Sunday, 26 Nov 1871:
One of the niggers charged with murder in
Pulaski County, has taken a change of venue and will be tried in the Alexander County Court.

Tuesday, 28 Nov 1871:
If Governor Palmer does not commute the sentence of the negro convicted of murder at
Mound City last week, he will be hanged about Christmas time.  The Pulaski people like amusements during the holidays, but the ghastliness of the fun of a hanging, even at Christmas time, cannot be appreciated by any person well versed in the art of joviality.
A very sudden death was that of John Fall, at the house of William Quinn yesterday.  He had just finished eating a hearty dinner and was yet at table, when suddenly he gasped once or twice, fell from his chair and died.  Heart disease probably.  The deceased leaves behind him neither friends nor money.
John Corcoran Kills a Man.—Three Bullets Do the Work.—Self-Defense.

Every person in Cairo knows John Corcoran, now a citizen of Friar’s Point, Mississippi.  He was born in this city, and is the son of the late Judge Corcoran.  Some years ago, he started out into the world in search of a fortune and settled at Friar’s Point, where he soon ingratiated himself with the negro population and became a prominent and very active radical politician.  He became an office-seeker, and at the Radical convention held in Coahoma County, just previous to the late election in Mississippi, he and a Major Thomas Meaney were both candidates for the office of sheriff.  Both gentlemen ran well, and it was found necessary to take up a third man, Mr. Fred Alcorn, who received the nomination.  Mr. Corcoran then offered his name for the legislature, and, receiving the nomination, was elected to that body.  This action engendered ill feeling between Corcoran and Major Meaney, the latter asserting that a compromise had been effected between Corcoran and Alcorn by which the former had been elected.
Saturday night, 18th inst., the two gentlemen, Corcoran and Meaney, met at Friar’s Point, and in a fight which ensued Mr. Corcoran, the Memphis Avalanche says, was severely whipped.  The next morning Major Meaney hunted up Mr. Corcoran for the avowed purpose of again whipping him.  This time Mr. Corcoran was prepared, and upon the Major making a belligerent demonstration he drew a navy six and fired three times, every ball striking the Major.  After being shot the Major walked a short distance when he fell to the ground.  He was carried to a neighboring point and surgeons summoned.  The wounds proved mortal, as he died the following morning.  Mr. Corcoran immediately after the shooting went before a magistrate and gave bonds for his appearance the next morning.  Upon a preliminary examination, after the death of Major Meaney, he was discharged, the evidence showing that the shooting was done in self defense.

Wednesday, 29 Nov 1871:
A negro woman named Copeland killed her baby last week (at
Paducah) in an ash pile.


Saturday, 2 Dec 1871:
Died, at
6 o’clock p.m., yesterday, Lawrence G. Burk, brother of Mr. Patrick Burk, of this city. The funeral of the deceased will take place today at 2 o’clock p.m. The train will leave the foot of Eighth Street promptly at the time stated. All friends invited to attend.
Tuesday, 5 Dec 1871:

On Sunday last, a 4 o’clock p.m., Mrs. Wilson, wife of ex-Mayor Thomas Wilson, died at her residence in this city after a long and very painful illness. The deceased was a lady possessed of an original and well-cultivated mind, and had for many years been a resident of Cairo. She will be mourned by a host of warm personal friends. She was, we believe, a cousin of Hon. S. S. Marshall. Her remains were yesterday taken to Shawneetown for interment.

(Thomas Wilson married Sarah Marshall on 18 Dec 1850, in Gallatin Co., Ill.  She was the daughter of Samuel Marshall, of Shawneetown—Darrel Dexter).


On Saturday night at 12 o’clock Thomas D. Brennan, formerly yard master at Columbus, Ky., of the Mobile & Ohio Railroad, and lately of Bismarck, Missouri, arrived in Cairo, on the steamer Illinois. He registered his name at the Southern Hotel and retired to bed. At about 3 o’clock he appeared in the office of the hotel and informed the clerk that he was not well and could not sleep. He then walked out of the house towards the river. When next seen he was lying on the sidewalk in front of Sackberger’s hotel. After lying there a few moments he got up and walked to Phillips’ restaurant, two doors north of Sackberger’s and fell into the door. To those who tried to compel him to get up and go away from the restaurant, he said, “I am sick; help me up.” He was raised and placed on a chair, but he fell again to the floor and died in a few minutes.

On the person of the deceased was found $2.15 in money, a memorandum book, and several private letters.

Coroner Gossman, as soon as he was informed of the death of Brennan, summoned a jury. The verdict was, “Death from causes unknown.”

Wednesday, 6 Dec 1871:
Resolutions of Sympathy Passed by the St. Patrick’s Benevolent Society on the Death of L. C. Burke.

At a meeting of the St. Patrick’s Benevolent society, held Sunday afternoon, December 3, 1871, the following resolutions on the death of Lawrence C. Burke were unanimously adopted:

WHEREAS, It has pleased an all wise and omnipotent God to deprive us by death of our esteemed brother, Lawrence C. Burke, who was dear to every member of this city, not only as a member but as a model Christian, a real gentleman, a true friend; therefore be it

Resolved, That while we lived in profound submission to the will of our Divine Redeemer, we cannot but express feelings of regret and sorrow at being thus early deprived of so dear a friend and promising young member. And be it further

Resolved, That in the death of L. C. Burke, this society has lost a faithful member and society and amiable and Christian young man, and be it further

Resolved, That we sincerely condole with his bereaved brother and sister in the affliction that it has pleased the ordainer of all things to visit upon them and tender them our heart felt sympathy in this, their sad bereavement.

Resolved, That a copy of these resolutions be given to his bereaved brother and sister in the name of the society, and that they be published in the Cairo papers.
Patrick O’Loughlin,
L. J. Byrne,
J. M. English, Com. on Resolutions.


Saturday, 9 Dec 1871:
Hon. John Bigler

(From the
New York Herald, Dec. 2)

Hon. John Bigler, ex-governor of the state of California, died in Sacramento on Thursday.  He was 67 years of age.

John Bigler, was born in Cumberland County, Pennsylvania, on the 8th of January, 1804, and was the oldest of twelve children, ten of whom were living some few years since.  The father died in the fall of the year 1818, leaving his widow and twelve children, most of the children too young to be of material assistance to the older brothers, John and William, afterward governors of two great states—Pennsylvania and California.  In the year 1821, John bound himself, with the consent of his brother, as apprentice to the printing business, closing his apprenticeship in the city of Pittsburgh, where he afterward became editor of the Daily Morning Post.

While engaged in editing he prosecuted his law studies, and was admitted to the bar in the summer of 1864 (1846?).  In the fall of that year he removed to Brown County, Ill., where he established a Democratic paper, and was soon elected commissioner in chancery.  In the spring of 1849, after well authenticated statements had been received of the discovery of gold, Governor Bigler determined to remove with his family to California.  He left his home in Illinois in the month of April, 1849, crossed the Mississippi River at Warsaw, and reached ST. Joseph, on the Missouri River, about the 1st of May.  On the 9th of May he passed the Missouri River, driving four yoke of oxen, on his way for the land of gold.
            After his arrival in Sacramento, where he has just died, Mr. Bigler lived in a tent, where he laid four weeks with inflammatory rheumatism unable to move.  As soon as he recovered he removed to the neighborhood of the Horse Market, and, being totally destitute, performed labor of every kind that offered, so, as to obtain means for the support of his family.  For a time he was engaged in hauling wood to the city and selling it; he then assisted his wife and daughter in making bedspreads for Colonel Henry.  Afterward he was employed by an auctioneer on the corner of Front and J streets in removing boxes and barrels, to suit customers at his sales.  He also aided on several occasions in unloading the steamer Senator.

Governor Bigler’s career may be summed up thus:  He closed his apprenticeship as a “printer boy” in 1827, edited a paper in Pennsylvania in 1828, ‘29, ‘31 and ‘32; was a resident of Illinois from 1846 to 1849; moved to California with his family in 1849, driving his own “ox team;” was twice a member and twice the Speaker of the California General Assembly, and was twice elected Governor of California and nominated for re-election the third term.

Governor Bigler has enjoyed an easy and comparatively calm course of life during a number of years past.



Tuesday, 12 Dec 1871:


John Creshaw

(From the Shawneetown Mercury.)

Mr. John Creshaw, one of the pioneer settlers of the county, is dead. He died at his residence on the evening of the 4th inst., after many months of suffering. He was aged seventy-five years. At one time in his life he was a prominent Democratic politician, and wielded a greater influence in the legislative halls of the State than any other many from Southern Illinois. He was a man of great energy, and up to within a few months of his death, there was still remaining much of the vitality and power that enabled him in his younger days to overcome difficulties and to amass a great fortune. He was a good citizen, generous to a fault. He leaves an aged widow and a large number of children, grand and great-grandchildren, to mourn his death. His demise leaves a few more names upon the roll of oldest settlers.

Wednesday, 13 Dec 1871:

For the truthfulness of the statement below made we can vouch.  The subject of this sad affair was a young man—a graduate of one of the famous Connecticut colleges, highly educated and possessed of all the accomplishments of a thorough gentleman.  In giving the story to our readers we shall exclude names, as the occurrence has already caused the friends of the unfortunate man a world of sorrow.

Some months ago, just how many it does not matter, there appeared in St. Louis a young man, who after a short sojourn in that city, secured employment in a certain life association.  He worked faithfully, and soon won the good opinion of his employers, and was considered an excellent man for the position he filled.  He was addicted to strong drink, however, and every now and then would go off on a spree.  Notwithstanding his dissipated habits, he managed to accumulate a small amount of money, and wishing to free himself of an appetite for strong drink, of his own free will and accord entered a certain asylum for the cure of inebriates.  In this institution he remained six months.  At the expiration of that time, believing himself thoroughly cured, he went to his home in the far east.  He told his parents of his experiences in the west, what he had gone through, and that he would never drink any more.  The fatted calf was killed, and there was rejoicing in the household, for the prodigal son had returned and would sin no more.  An uncle of the young man—a gentleman who is known, at least by reputation, to almost every citizen of Cairo—was informed of the reformation of his nephew.  The uncle being heavy stockholder in a silver mine near the city of Mexico, secured his nephew the appointment of superintendent of the mine.  The father set about getting his son ready to enter this new field of duty.  He purchased for him everything that he believed would add to his comfort and happiness.  The day for the departure came, and with it the father presented his beloved boy with something over three hundred dollars in money.  The young man wished to see his uncle before leaving for Mexico, and determined to come by way of the Pittsburg, Fort Wayne and Chicago railway, en route to a certain southern city where that gentleman resides.  At Crestline, Ohio, while en route west, he met a friend who induced him to remain over for the next train.  This was the fatal step

While at Crestline, in company with his friend, he was persuaded to take a drink of liquor.  He became drunk, and remained in that condition until he reached St. Louis, to which city his Crestline friend accompanied him.  At St. Louis, he fell into the hands of the police and was locked up in the station house.  When he came to his right senses he found that he had, by some means, lost all his money except twelve dollars.  The next heard of him was in this city.  One night about three months ago, he was picked up on the levee, drunk and unable to tell who he was.  The officer who made the arrest took him to the calaboose and locked him up.  The next morning, he was taken before Squire Shannessy, who after listening to the unfortunate man’s story, and learning who he was, discharged him.  He left the court. 

In the evening of the same day a watchman on one of the wharfboats at the landing noticed a strange man sitting on the edge of the boat with his feet handing down towards the water, and that he was nervous and trembling.  His conduct attracted the watchman’s attention, who kept an eye on him.  Presently he was noticed to take from his pocket a book, which at first was supposed to be a pocketbook.  The watchman walked by him and in so doing observed that the book contained printed matter and was a treatise on civil engineering.  The stranger inquired how long it would be before the steamer Illinois would arrive.  He was told that it would be several hours before her arrival.  He remarked that he had been on an awful spree, and wished to get to his friends, adding that he believed his relations would not like to see him in the condition he was there in.  As the time was so long before the boat was due, he believed he would walk up town, but would be back presently.  Before leaving, the watchman asked him to let him (the watchman) have the book until his return, to which he consented.  But the poor fellow never came back.  In looking over the book, by the writing on the fly leaf, it was found to be a present from father to the son.  As the man never came back, the watchman made inquiries concerning him and ascertained the following facts: 

He had come up town, got to drinking and got drunk; he was taken in charge by the police and lodged in the calaboose.  The next morning he was again taken before ‘Squire Shannessy, who sent him back to the city jail.  In the meantime jailor McHale went to St. Louis and did not return until the day following, when he found the man in one of the cells in an almost helpless condition.  He reported the case to the authorities, and the sick man was removed to the Sisters’ hospital.  Here he lingered for several days and died.  He was placed in a rough box, conveyed to the “Potter’s field,” and there buried, with no mark to tell who he was or from whence he came.  On learning these facts, the watchman telegraphed them to the father of the dead man, and in return received a telegram requesting him to have the remains of his son exhumed and properly cared for and sent on to his friends in the east. 

About the same time a telegram was received by one of our most prominent citizens from the uncle of the young man, asking him to give the matter his attention, and see that the remains were properly coffined and forwarded to his father.  He did as requested, and one day not many weeks since the 2:45 train on the Illinois Central bore away all that remained of one, who, had he made good use of the life and learning that had been given him, might have reached a high and honorable station among his fellow men.

Thursday, 14 Dec 1871:
The Paducah Kentuckian of Tuesday morning contains the following:

We are informed that on Saturday night last, about two o’clock, fifty or sixty mounted men, completely disguised, entered the quiet town of Mayfield, and “sashayed” around the place about an hour. They were asked by some of the citizens what they wanted but given no definite reply. Some supposed that their object was the release of Ryan, who is sentenced to be hung by the 26th proximo, and others believe that they intended to lynch McNatt, who is confined in the Mayfield jail for murder. They created consternation among the villagers and went away without committing any depredations.

Saturday, 16 Dec 1871:

Desperate Struggle between a Detective and His Prisoner on Board the Steamer Illinois—The Latter Thrown Overboard.

            It will be remembered by our readers that a short time since two of the Humboldt express robbers, J. H. Clark and William Baxter, while being transported across the country from Cape Girardeau to Humboldt, escaped from the officers who had them in charge, and that they were subsequently re-arrested near Allenville, Missouri.  Yesterday morning, Detective Pinkerton, of the Pinkerton detective force of Chicago, arrived in this city in charge of the prisoners, and took passage on the steamer Illinois for Columbus, en route to Humboldt.  Shortly after the boat left the landing and while yet in sight of Cairo, William Baxter, one of the prisoners, requested Detective Pinkerton to accompany him to the water closet.  Pinkerton complied with the wish of his prisoner, and while they were walking side by side toward the rear of the boat, Baxter by some means got hold of Pinkerton’s revolver, and in less time than it takes to tell it, fired at him.  Pinkerton grappled with him, and in the desperate struggle that ensued, Baxter was thrown overboard.  The boat was stopped at once, but no trace of Baxter could be found.  When thrown overboard, Baxter had on handcuffs and manacles.


Wednesday, 20 Dec 1871:
Murder and Lynch Law—Two Men Killed, One Hung and Another Wounded—A Desperate Affray

One of the most terrible affrays that ever occurred in West Tennessee took place at Union City, during Monday night.  The circumstances at detailed to us are about these:

On the evening in question, (Monday) the watchman at the depot at Union City saw a man by the name of Tolly, trying to get into a freight car standing on the track of that city.  The watchman asked Tolly what he wanted and was answered that it was “none of his d—n business.”  The watchman endeavored to drive him away, but Tolly drew a revolver and fired at him, the ball taking effect in the shoulder.  The report of the pistol attracted the attention of a policeman named Kline, who at once came to the assistance of the watchman.  As soon as Tolly saw Kline, he commenced shooting at him, the first shot taking effect in his left breast near the heart.  Kline turned and walked back to the hotel, and before he could finish telling those in the house of the affair sank on the floor and died.  A crowd gathered and Tolly was taken in charge, and placed in one of the rooms of the hotel.

Detective Pinkerton, who passed through Cairo on Monday with one of the Union City express robbers, the man Levi Farrington, had just a few minutes before arrived in that town, and with his prisoner was stopping at the hotel.  Tolly was put in the same room with Farrington.  The news of the shooting of Kline and the watchman spread through the city, and created great excitement.  A mob gathered and declared their intention to put Tolly beyond the power of ever doing any more mischief in this world.  They went to the hotel and to the room where the two men were confined.  Farrington, who was lying on the bed, heavily ironed with handcuffs and shackles, was mistaken for Tolly.  He was set upon and shot to death in his bed, while Tolly, up to this time had not been touched.  When it was found out by the mob that they had killed the wrong man, the excitement grew more intense and the whole town seemed to be frenzied.  It was determined that Tolly should pay the penalty, and a rush was made for the room in which he was confined.  He was taken from the hotel and a short distance from town, where he was hung to the limb of a tree.

Thus ended one of the most terrible tragedies it has ever been our lot to record.  The above are the details of the fearful affray as told to us by a gentleman who saw and conversed, yesterday, with an eye witness of the whole transaction.

Thursday, 21 Dec 1871:
A Young Man Killed at Church

From the
Decatur Magnet, 18th

Last evening an altercation occurred at Wheeler’s school house, a mile north of Oakley, this county, where religious services were being held, between Benjamin Mussleman, of the Garver settlement, and a young man named Henry Forrest, which resulted in the latter dealing the former three strokes with a dirk knife, which produced death a few minutes afterwards.

It seems that the parties had a few words before the religious services began, and they both entered the building and after services were over, in passing out of the house, in the crowd Forrest insultingly and tauntingly looked Mussleman in the face, when the latter told him that he did not want anything to do with him.

As soon as the parties got out of doors, a young man named Walton, a comrade of Forrest, who lived with his father on Forrest’s mother’s farm, handed Forrest a dirk knife, when he struck at Mussleman with the knife.  The latter threw up his arm, and received a severe cut on his right wrist, when the knife glanced off and struck him in the temple. Forrest followed the blow up in rapid succession until he had dealt Mussleman two stabs in the side, when the latter sunk down against the house supporting his head with one hand and remarked, “They have dealt foully with me—they have killed me,” and died a few minutes afterwards.

Mussleman, the murdered man, was about 25 years old and married.  Forrest is about 19 and Walton 20.  The former is thought to have been under the influence of liquor when he committed the terrible deed.

A revolver and a pair of brass knuckles were found on Forrest, and a revolver and a knife, that did the execution, on Walton.  They were both brought down in town and lodged in jail, the Marshal taking charge of their horses.

Body of a Dead Man Found in the Woods opposite

The body of a dead man was found a few days ago in the woods in Kentucky opposite Cairo. It is supposed he wither committed suicide or was killed by accidental discharge of his gun. He lays, or died on Tuesday, about four hundred yards back of Mr. Cox’s residence.

The shot that inflicted the fatal wound is described as having entered under the chin, coming out at the top of the head—tearing away nearly all of upper part of the skull. The body has the appearance of having been dead for five or six days. All the description we could get is that he was a medium-sized man, heavy set, full face with chin whiskers. He appears to have been a stranger, as the parties who found him are well acquainted with nearly all the citizens of this section, but do not remember of ever having seen him before.
Saturday, 23 Dec 1871:
Death of a Noted Courtesan—She Dies Alone and Unattended—Whisky—Misery—Want—Death—The Bed Clothing Stolen from over Her Dead Body—Depravity Unparalleled

On Wednesday night, Lizzie Walbridge, a noted courtesan of this city, died a horrible death, and under circumstances that are truly sickening.

Lizzie Walbridge has lived in Cairo between three and four years.  For the greater part of that time, she was, in common parlance, “a girl” in one or the other of the houses of ill-repute of the city.  More recently, however, she has lived alone, moving from house to house until a short time since when she rented one of the huts on the south side of Sixth Street, between Washington and Commercial avenues.  Here she has lived alone, receiving but few callers, and they were of a class little to be courted, even by a woman of her character.

She was an ardent lover of strong drink, and to that, as much as anything else, her death may be attributed.  About three weeks ago she took sick, and from that time until she died was confined to her bed.  A well known physician of the city was summoned to prescribe for her, which he did.  But it was evident that her case was a bad one, and beyond the reach of human aid.  During her sickness, although warned time and again that she must not drink so much whisky, she was continually under its influence.  Two days before her death her physicians forbid anyone to give her any more liquor; which injunction so far as is known was obeyed.  On Wednesday night, however, it became evident that she must die.  There was no one about her at the time save an old Negro woman who acted as waiter for her.  Hour by hour she grew worse, and at about midnight, with no one near save the old Negro waiter, she breathed her last. 

And now comes the worst feature of this sickening tale.  All that night, and until nearly night of the next day, the dead body of this miserable creature was allowed to lay in the bed, just as she had died.  But there was design in keeping the fact that she was dead from the people of the neighborhood.  Someone, we do not know who, entered the house and before the wretched woman’s corpse was cold, stole the covering off the bed, and even the pillows from under her head.  Her trunk, containing some good clothing, was carried from the house, and even the tongs and fire shovel were stolen and carried off.  Towards night on Thursday word came to several of Miss Walbridge’s friends that she was dead, and they lost no time in going to her house to ascertain the truth of the report.  On entering the house, no light or sign of life was to be seen, everything was dark and still.  A light was procured and brought into the room, when a sight presented itself that would make the stoutest heart tremble.  On the bed in one corner of the room lay the dead body of Lizzie Walbridge just as she had died, with nothing save a single white sheet left to cover the corpse.  A woman whose name we cannot learn, was found sitting on a chair near the door in a beastly state of drunkenness, with one arm handing down toward the floor, her tongue lolling out, and, altogether, presenting a most wretched sight.  She was bundled up and sent away from the house.

Two of the women friends of the deceased resolved themselves into a committee to collect money to defray the expenses of burying the body, and yesterday noon, had succeeded in collecting enough to pay for the coffin and shroud.  The funeral will probably take place today.

Lizzie Walbridge was about 32 years of age, and is said to be of a highly respected family.  She was once the wife of a man who is a clerk in a large wholesale house in Chicago.


Sunday, 24 Dec 1871:
Capt. L. B. Danaeu of the steamer Mary Houston died at his residence in
Louisville on the 21st inst., of pneumonia. He was taken sick in New Orleans on the last trip of his boat and the physicians there gave him up. He was one of our oldest steamboatmen, and was a native of Virginia, and aged 61 years.


Wednesday, 27 Dec 1871:

Mr. Pinkerton’s Narrative of the Tragic Events on the Steamboat.

(From the Memphis Avalanche.)

Yesterday afternoon an Avalanche representative had a conversation with W. A. Pinkerton in reference to the escape of Hilliard Farrington from him, mention of which has been made in the Avalanche.

Pinkerton’s Story

Mr. Pinkerton says that after leaving St. Louis with Barton and Farrington, he noticed that the latter was working continuously at his handcuffs.  Farrington had nothing to say, and lay with his head against a window, as if in deep thought.  Just before arriving at Cairo, Mr. Pinkerton fastened up Farrington’s cuffs so tight as to hurt him somewhat.  Farrington told him that they hurt, and Mr. Pinkerton said, “I can’t help it if they do.  I am going to

Take No Chances

on your getting away from me.”  When about half way to Columbus on the boat, Farrington, who still had on his handcuffs and feet shackles, said that he wanted to talk with Mr. Pinkerton about the matter.  They went out on the guards together and were standing near the barroom door.  After talking for some time, Farrington said, “So you are going to trouble my mother, are you, after arresting both of us boys?” meaning himself and Levi.

Pinkerton replied:  “Yes, I am, if she don’t give up that money.”

“You are, are you,” responded Farrington, and with a sudden movement he thrust both hands, manacled, into Mr. Pinkerton’s right hand overcoat pocket and

Grasped a Pistol,

which he drew out.  With one hand Mr. Pinkerton grasped Farrington by the throat and with the other caught his hands.  Detective Connell was at the time coming out of the washroom, a few feet distant, and Pinkerton seeing him hallooed for him to come to his aid.  He did so, and grasped his pistol, which exploded at the time, the bullet carrying away some of Mr. Pinkerton’s hair.  All this time

Farrington and Pinkerton Were Struggling

the former having his back to the guard railing and river.  When the pistol fired, Farrington dropped it, and Pinkerton, half stunned by the report, loosened his grasp, and Farrington threw his hands above his head and

Fell Backwards in the River,

sinking directly in front of and not more than ten feet distant from the wheel, which must have struck him.  As soon as he saw him falling, Connell drew his revolver and fired at Farrington.

Certainly Dead.

            The boat did stop; a yawl was lowered and search made for the missing prisoner.  At the time it was not yet fairly daylight, and there was a thin crust if ice on the river.  Farrington’s hands and feet were manacled, and he wore a very heavy overcoat, of itself almost sufficient to prevent him from swimming ashore, had his hands and feet been free.  They assert that the boat at the time was 150 yards from shore.

            In this connection it is due the detective to state that the officers of the express company here are satisfied that both Pinkerton and Connell did their duty and have full confidence in their statements.


Thursday, 28 Dec 1871:
Charlie Walker the negro who killed George Taylor, near the Illinois Central passenger station some two months since, seems to think his chances to “stretch hemp” are excellent.


Friday, 29 Dec 1871:
Death of John Hopegood—Stabbed to the Heart—
Dixon, the Murderer, at Large

            About three o’clock in the afternoon of Christmas Day, John Hopegood, a negro went to the house of Laura Wright, who lives on Tenth Street, near the Mississippi River, as testified by Laura to give her children some Christmas presents.  Hopegood met John Dixon, another negro, at the house, and a quarrel ensued.  Dixon told Hopegood that he had an old grudge to settle with him, and that he (Hopegood) must steer clear of him.  Hopegood, it appears from the evidence, endeavored to avert a quarrel with Dixon, until the latter applied to him some very harsh epithets.  Dixon said—”You d—n son of a b---h, you must keep clear of me.”  Hopegood retorted, using language of the same character, when Dixon drew a knife and stabbed him, the knife entering near the center of the breast.  They were separated and Dixon left.  Dr. Hultz was called to examine the wound and gave it as his opinion that it was in no way dangerous.

            On Thursday evening, however, Hopegood was standing in the door of a negro cabin on Twelfth Street near Cedar, when he was seen to reel and fall.  He was picked up and taken into the cabin, and died in about five minutes after.         

            Coroner Gossman was notified and a jury summoned.  Dr. Hultz was called to make a post mortem examination, which he did in the presence of the jury.  The following is the doctor’s statement of his opinion as to the death of Hopegood:

            “I examined the body of John Hopegood, and I find that he came to his death by a stab in the heart, inflicted with a small pen knife in the right lobe in the upper end.”

            Laura Wright, at whose house the stabbing was done, testified:

            “On Christmas Day, John Hopegood came to my house and said he had some presents for the children.  John Dixon was there.  Dixon said to Hopegood that he had an old grudge to settle with him.  Hopegood said he had nothing against him and did not want any quarrel.  Dixon called Hopegood a ‘d--n son of a b---h,’ and then they got to fighting and Dixon stabbed him in the breast.  I then ran out of the room and saw no more of the fight.”

            After hearing the evidence before them, the jury rendered the following verdict:

            “We, the undersigned jurors, sworn to inquire of the death of John Hopegood, on oath do find that he came to his death by a stab from a knife in the hand of John Dixon:

            Isaac Walder, foreman; George Clark, C. H. Evans, M. J. Howley, J. W. Johnson, D. A. Rheutan, Henry Lattner, P. Rothchild, C. Gillhoper, G. M. Seymour, William Saxton.

            The officers were last night on the lookout for Dixon, but up to a late hour had not succeeded in capturing him.

Saturday, 30 Dec 1871:
The negro, John Hopegood, who died on Thursday evening from the effects of a stab inflicted by a knife in the hands of John Dixon, was buried yesterday. Hopegood is said to have been a very quiet and peaceable man.
Dixon has not yet been captured.


Cairo Weekly Bulletin

18 May 1871:
Floater Found- The dead body of a negro deck hand was caught in the Ohio River yesterday, and brought to shore just below the St. Charles Hotel. A coroner's jury was empanelled and decided that deceased had most probably came to his death by accidental drowning. The body had evidently been in the water eight or 10 days, as it was much swollen, and is n a measure decayed. No papers were found indicating deceased's name and place of residence, three dollars in currency being the only effects found about the body. The remains were given in charge of Mr. N. Feith, who buried them at the expense of the county.


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