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Obituaries and Death Notices


The Cairo Daily Bulletin

 1 Jan 1878-30 Dec 1878

Cairo Evening Sun

 3 Sep 1878-13 Dec 1878


Radical Republican

 24 May 1878 & 13 Dec 1878


Cairo, Alexander County, Illinois

Transcribed and annotated by Darrel Dexter

Tuesday, 1 Jan 1878:
DEATH OF JACKSON FRICK, ESQ.—The following special dispatch from Anna to the St. Louis Republican of yesterday will be read with regret by the leading citizens of Cairo:

ANNA, Ill., Dec. 30.—After an illness of a few days, Jackson Frick, Esq., of Jonesboro, a well-known and able lawyer, died at his residence at about 11 o’clock last night, of pneumonia, aged about 35 years.  Mr. Frick was at one time prosecuting attorney of this county, and of late has figured conspicuously in important lawsuits.  His death has cast a gloom over the entire community.  His funeral will take place on Monday.

            Mr. Frick has many warm friends in Cairo and the announcement of his death has created a profound feeling among them.  Mr. F. was considered a “rising man,” and in his profession was last assuming a leading position among the older members of the bar.  It was only within the last few years that he had become a regular attendant on the courts in this city, where he figured in some of the most important suits ever tried in the county.  In his intercourse with those with whom he had business he was a most agreeable gentleman and always made a favorable impression.  His loss is a calamity not alone to the community in which he lived, but to all of Southern Illinois.

(A marker in Jonesboro Cemetery reads:  Jackson Frick Died Dec. 29, 1877, Aged 32 Yrs., 4 Mos., 8 Ds.—Darrel Dexter)

Thursday, 3 Jan 1878:
George W. Hunt, about sixty years of age, who lived near Mt. Carmel, spent the day in town on the 29th, and being intoxicated, started home in the evening.  On the 30th he was found dead, with an empty whisky jug near him.  He leaves a large family.

Friday, 4 Jan 1878:
On Wednesday last, at Cobden, Illinois, Columbus Armstrong, a bartender, struck Matt Henser on the head with a coal shovel, inflicting injuries from which he died the following day.  Armstrong made his escape and up to last evening had not been heard of.

            (Articles in the 5 Jan 1878, and 12 Jan 1878, issues of the Jonesboro Gazette identify the deceased as Matthew Houser, aged 23 years.—Darrel Dexter)

Saturday, 5 Jan 1878:
DEATH OF PETER HOWIE.—News of the death of Peter Howie, who for the last year or more has been an inmate of the Southern Insane Asylum at Anna, was received in this city last evening.  Mr. Howie was at one time a prosperous businessman in this city, and was known and respected by our citizens generally; but, like thousands of other men, the hard times were too much for him, and he was compelled to succumb.  Shortly after he was bereft of his reason and was finally removed to the Southern Insane Asylum for treatment.  His case, however, was hopeless, and he remained in the asylum till death came to his relief.  The remains will be brought from Anna to Beech Grove Cemetery by the afternoon train today, where they will be interred.  The family of the deceased, who live in this city have the sympathy of the community.

Sunday, 6 Jan 1878:
The Vienna Yeoman:  “J. R. Thomas, of Metropolis, spent Thursday in Vienna, preparing the records in the Burklow case, and left on the down train to place the matter before the Supreme Court, which is now in session.  His first effort will be to get the Supreme Court to grant Burklow a new trial, but upon what grounds we are unable to say.  One of the grounds upon which he asked Judge Dougherty to grant a new trial was that two jurors who sat upon the jury that tried Burklow were not tendered by the council of the defendant.  The efforts that Burklow’s counsel are making to save his life are commendable.”
FOR BURKLOW.—Capt. J. R. Thomas, of Metropolis, one of the attorneys for Harrison Burklow, who is under sentence to be hanged at Vienna on the 15th—one week from next Tuesday, passed through the city on Friday on his way to Springfield, where he goes to lay the case before the supreme court in the hope of obtaining a new trial for his client.  If he fails to obtain a new trial for Burklow he will present to the governor a petition praying the commutation of the sentence from death to imprisonment for life.  We understand that a remonstrance against the interposition of executive clemency in Burklow’s case has received the signatures of many of the leading citizens of Johnson County—and will be presented to the governor.  Johnson County has had eight murders within one year, and the people up that way believe that it is necessary to hang somebody as a warning to say murderers cannot always escape.

Wednesday, 9 Jan 1878:
John Campbell, the Man Stabbed at the Horse Shoe Mills On Christmas Eve, Dies of His Wounds.

            We are in receipt of the following letter from a well-known citizen of this county.
Horse Shoe Mills, Alexander Co.,
Jan. 6, 1878.
To the Editors of the Bulletin:

            Dear Sir:—The cutting affray at this place on Christmas Eve occurred in about this way:  Thomas McCauliff and John Campbell, employees on the Horse Shoe Mills, visited Farron’s saloon, and, having drank freely, were pretty drunk when they left the saloon on their return to the mill.  On the way back they had a falling out, and came to blows.  During the fight McCauliff stabbed Campbell three times, inflicting wounds from which he died on the Friday following.  McCauliff made his escape and has not been heard of since.  The men were in the employ of A. D. Finch Campbell’s parents reside in Chicago.  I am informed that Campbell left no effects of any value.  David Bishop, justice of the peace and acting coroner, held an inquest on the body, and the verdict of the jury was “died from wound inflicted with a knife in the hands of Thomas McCauliff.”

            The man McCauliff referred to in the above letter is a base and dangerous man, and this is not the first cutting scrape in which he has had a hand.  Last summer McCauliff was employed in Messrs. Morris, Rood & Co.’s mill, at Ullin, and having a quarrel with a colored boy, stabbed him several times, inflicting wounds, which nearly proved fatal.  McCauliff made his escape and nothing was heard of him until the killing of Campbell.  We have a few hundred just such men in this end of the state, and if about two-thirds of them could be hanged, it would be a good thing. 
Friday, 11 Jan 1878:
HARRISON BURKLOW.—At a late hour last night a dispatch was received in Vienna, Ills., from the clerk of the Supreme Court stating that a supersedeas had been granted in the case of Harrison Burklow, who was to be hung on Tuesday, the 15th inst.  Burklow’s case must now come before the Supreme Court before any action in reference thereto will be taken.

Saturday, 12 Jan 1878:

            James Disberry is the name of another unfortunate, who lost his life by being run over by an engine on the Illinois Central Railroad near the roundhouse, yesterday morning.  He was a stonecutter by trade, and was for some time in the employ of Mr. D. H. Winans, of the City Marble Yard, but being addicted to drinking he was often unable to work.  He quit the employ of Mr. Winans some time ago, Mr. W., paying him $30.  Since then he has been under the influence of liquor almost continually and was on one occasion sent to jail for drunkenness.  Disberry is a man about five feet in height, and apparently thirty years of age.  He was seen intoxicated during the day by different persons, and in this state he wandered to the roundhouse and finding the cinders on the truck warm, laid down on them.  At about one o’clock engine No. 15 backing down for coal, ran over the unfortunate man while asleep, mashing his right arm and right leg.  He was immediately taken to the hospital, where Dr. Stalker amputated the arm above the elbow and the leg above the knee.  Although the sisters did all that was possible to make him comfortable and easy, he died yesterday at half past twelve.  Before dying he spoke freely and was perfectly conscious.  He stated that before going to the roundhouse he had been knocked down and his money taken from him.  This his bruises and cut head amply testified.  As near as we can learn he is a man without family, but he has relatives living in Brighton, Washington County, Iowa, who we believe have been notified of his death,
CIRCUIT COURT.—The case of Thomas Quinlan, after occupying the time of the court for nearly three days, came to an end yesterday afternoon.  Although Quinlan was ably defended by Mr. Linegar, his case was a hard one and the jury returned a verdict of guilty, and fixed his punishment at five years in the penitentiary.  Quinlan is the man who shot the negro Liggins on Poplar Street in October last.

Sunday, 13 Jan 1878:
Harrison Burklow, of
Johnson County.
State Register.

            The supreme court, yesterday afternoon, granted the petition for a supersedeas in the case of Harrison Burklow, vs. the People.  The case has heretofore been alluded to in the columns of the Register, and the history is briefly this:  On the 5th of July 1877, at Forman, Johnson County, Harrison Burklow, while engaged in an altercation with David Wagner, killed the latter.  He was immediately arrested and committed, after a preliminary examination.  On the 4th of December, he was indicted, and on the 10th of the same month put upon his trial, found guilty of murder in the first degree, and on the 21st of the same month was sentenced to be hanged on Tuesday, January 15th.  The attorneys for the prisoner, immediately after the sentence was found, applied to the governor for a reprieve of a commutation of the sentence, but the latter not feeling disposed to interfere, application was made to the Supreme Court for a supersedeas, on a writ of error.

            There were ten errors assigned by the defendant, the principal one being:ng:

That the prisoner had not been furnished with a list of the grand jury who found the indictment.

That the defense was compelled to pass upon the qualification of two jurors at a time.

That the records of the court did not show that any talisman were authorized to be summoned when the regular panel was exhausted, and that they were not summoned in the manner prescribed by law.

That the prisoner was sentenced without having given an opportunity to be heard in his own defense.

That the prisoner was tried, convicted and sentenced in a court not recognized by the constitution of this state being one created by an act of the legislature at its last session, known as the judicial court bill.

[The other errors assigned were the usual ones as to improper instruction, exclusion of evidence, &c.]

Maj. J. R. Thomas, of Vienna, who was assigned by the court to defend Burklow, in his able argument before the Supreme Court dwelt at length upon the question of the constitutionality of the judicial circuit bill, relying mainly upon that to gain the case, and members of the bar concur in his opinion that it was upon this point that the bench were unanimous in granting the supersedeas.
Summons was issued returnable to the southern grand division at the next term.
MURDER TRIAL.—The trial of Julian Pillow for the murder of James Coleman has been set down for trial on Tuesday next.  The case against Pillow is a strong one, and his chances for hanging or imprisonment for life, are excellent.
DEATH OF MRS. HINKLE—Mrs. Hinkle, wife of Major Jesse Hinkle, died at her home on Seventh Street yesterday afternoon at 2 o’clock, after a painful illness of nearly, or perhaps quite, two months.  Mrs. Hinkle was an exemplary woman, fondly attached to her husband and children and home surroundings.  Major Hinkle and the surviving members of the family have the sympathy of the community in their sorrow.
DIED.—At her residence on Seventh Street, January 12th, 1878, Mrs. Susan S. Hinkle, wife of Major Jesse Hinkle, in the forty-second year of her age.  Funeral services will be held at the house this, Sunday, afternoon, at 2 o’clock.  A special train will leave the foot of Eighth Street for Villa Ridge at 3 o’clock.  The friends of the family are invited to attend.  (
Shelbyville, Ky., Sentinel, please copy)
            (Susan S. Hinkle married Jesse Hinkle, age 26 years, on 12 Dec 1854, in Shelby Co., Ky.  A marker in Cairo City Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads:  Susan wife of J. Hinkle, died Jan. 12, 1878, Aged 42 years, 2 months, 11 days.—Darrel Dexter)
Wednesday, 16 Jan 1878:
We were yesterday shown the cap of the unfortunate man James Disberry, who was run over by an engine on the Illinois Central last Thursday.  The cap is cut in three different places, and fully corroborates the man’s story that he was knocked down and his money taken from him.
PROSTRATED WITH PARALYSIS.—We are pained to learn that Mr. Hugh Barclay, of Russellville, Kentucky, the venerable father of the Barclay Brothers, druggists in this city, was prostrated at 5 o’clock this evening before last by a stroke of paralysis which involves the entire left side.  He is 75 years of age, but of strong constitution, and has always enjoyed excellent health, so that this blow came entirely unexpected, and seems the more so to his children here, from the fact that only a few hours before the attack, he had mailed a postal card to Mr. James Barclay in which he spoke of the part he expected to take in and the pleasure and good results he anticipated from the Temperance Reform movement which has just reached Russellville.  We tender our sympathy and hope for his speedy recovery.
DEAD.—Robert Mercer, one of the oldest residents of Southern Missouri, died at his home near Norfolk, a few days ago.  Mr. Mercer was between seventy-five and eighty years of age, and had lived in this part of the country for well on to half a century.  He was a man of the strictest integrity in all his dealings, and was respected and honored by all who knew him.  It is said that when he fell sick he was offered medicine, but that he refused it saying that “his time was up,” and it would do him no good to take it.
CIRCUIT COURT.—In the circuit court yesterday morning the case of the People vs. Julian Pillow for murder, was called, but owing to the absence of important witnesses for the prosecution the case was continued from day to day until the attendance of the witnesses can be procured.  Attachments were issued and a bailiff sent to the country to bring the parties into court. 

Thursday, 17 Jan 1878:

            The witnesses in the Pillow case having arrived, the case was called and the trial commenced.  Hon. D. T. Linegar is defending Pillow and County Attorney Mulkey prosecuting.  The entire day from about eleven o’clock till the adjournment of court last evening was spent in selecting a jury, notwithstanding the fact that upwards of eight persons were examined, only seven were accepted and sworn in.  The case will undoubtedly continue the balance of the week, as there are quite a large number of witnesses to be examined, and acting under this belief Judge Baker last evening discharged the regular panel of jurymen from further service.  A new jury will be sworn on Monday morning.  The following are the names of the seven men sworn as jurors in the Pillow case:  J. H. Parks, Charles Mehner, Jr., Charles Cherry, John C. Atcher, W. B. Honeman, W. E. Gholsen, and Richard Murphy.  It is hardly probable that there will be any evidence taken in the case before this afternoon.

Friday, 18 Jan 1878:

            Circuit court commenced at the usual hour yesterday morning.  The work of selecting a jury in the Pillow murder case was resumed, and up to noon although seventy more jurors has been examined, only three additional jurymen were obtained, making in all up to noon yesterday, ten.  When court reassembled after dinner, some twenty-five or thirty more jurors were examined before the last man was accepted and sworn in.  County Attorney Mulkey then stated the case for the People and was followed by D. T. Linegar in the opening speech for the defense.  At the conclusion of Mr. Linegar’s speech court adjourned until 8:30 o’clock, this morning.  The court will commence to hear the evidence in the case this morning, but as there are a large number of witnesses, it is hardly probable that all the testimony will be in before tomorrow (Saturday) evening.


Saturday, 19 Jan 1878:
What Was Done in the Case Yesterday—Testimony of the Principal Witness for the People.

            The Pillow murder trial was resumed in the circuit court yesterday morning, all the counsel in the case being present. The prisoner, Pillow, is accompanied in court by his mother, a woman apparently forty-five or fifty years of age, and by Mr. Os. Greenley, who seems to take a great interest in Pillow’s defense.

            Julian Pillow, the prisoner, is not over twenty-one years of age. He is about five feet seven inches high, and will weigh about one hundred and fifty pounds. He has light gray eyes, red hair and rosy complexion. From his appearance and behavior in court it is evident that he either does not realize the gravity of his situation, or that he has an abiding faith that his punishment will not be severe.

            The first of the testimony in the case was taken yesterday, and although a number of witnesses were examined, we did not take their evidence believing that the testimony of Mr. George Sturtevant, the principal witness for the prosecution, would be sufficient to reveal the particulars of the murder. Mr. S. was within a few feet of the parties when the fatal shot was fired. He is a young man probably twenty-five years of age, and gave his evidence in a straightforward and intelligent manner. Mr. S. was on the stand for several hours and stood the rigid cross-examination to which he was subjected by Mr. Linegar without deviation or contradiction.

            I live in Missouri, near Price’s Landing, at present. I lived in this county nearly all of last summer, and have lived in this state for ten years. I have been acquainted with Julian Pillow for ten or eleven years, and I knew Coleman for about two years before his death. I was present at the meeting at the schoolhouse in Dog Tooth in October last; Mr. Slawson preached; Mr. Ryal and Mr. Andrew Chapman went with me to the meeting; I saw the defendant in the schoolhouse that night; he sat on the bench beside me; I sat on the right side of the church—on the right hand side of the door as we went in; the house I believe has but one door; the stove was near the center of the house; I don’t know how many seats there are in the house. (Here the witness was shown a diagram of the schoolhouse, and went on to explain the position of the parties while in the house.) When the meeting broke up Pillow went out of the house first, just ahead of me, and I went out ahead of Coleman: I think Coleman was the last one to come out of the house: I did not notice particularly what Coleman was doing while in the house, my attention was not attracted to him; there was a light in the schoolhouse when I went out; there was a light in the schoolhouse while I was talking to Coleman; we were talking while the crowd was going out; while talking with Coleman I did not see anything in his right hand; if he had anything I did not see it; he asked me for some tobacco and I handed it to him with my right hand and he took it with his left hand; we went out of the house about five minutes after I gave him the tobacco; there was not a very large crowd there that night, and as soon as the rest got out we went out; I think Pillow went first, me next and Coleman last; there was a boy just ahead of me with a chair and I took it and put it in Mr. Knight’s wagon; we followed right after Pillow; we (Pillow, myself and Coleman and the boy) were the last in the house; Pillow was perhaps ten feet from the door before he went out; when I went to put the chair in the wagon Coleman was standing on the steps fastening the door, and Pillow was just in front of me, and I passed on by him with the chair; Pillow was four or five feet from the door, when I came back Pillow and Coleman were right by Mr. Wade’s wagon; Mr. Wade asked me to help him get his wagon off from a tree; the two boys—Coleman and Pillow—did not come up to the wagon with me, but were there when I got back; I helped to back the wagon off so as to get the tongue past the tree, and then stepped back from the wagon to the right hand side of the road from the wagon; I was then very near to Coleman and Pillow was between three and five feet to the right of me, and Coleman was to the left of me; I did not hear anything said between the two parties at this time; Coleman told me to come and get into Mr. Berry’s wagon, that it was not so heavily loaded as Mr. Wade’s, and go home with them; just as we turned round towards Berry’s wagon the pistol was fired, and Coleman said he was shot; he said, “Jule Pillow shot me;” I asked him where he was shot and he said about the kidneys; when Coleman told me to go to Berry’s wagon he—Coleman—was just across the road about five feet from Wade’s wagon; Mr. Wade was about his horses’ heads when the shot was fired; who was next closest I don’t know unless it was Mr. Wade or Andy Chapman; the firing of the pistol did not scare the horses; it was not more than half a minute or as soon as they could, that Wade and Chapman came up after the shot was fired; I took hold of Coleman; I did not hear Pillow and Coleman speak after the meeting broke up; I think Coleman was heavier than Pillow, though not so tall; the shooting occurred in Alexander County, State of Illinois; after the shooting I took hold of Coleman but did not find any weapons on him; Coleman went to Berry’s wagon, and I went to get Mr. Ryal’s lantern to examine him, and Mr. Ryal deputized me to take charge of Pillow, while he (Ryal) took charge of Coleman; after Ryal came back to me and took charge of Pillow, I got into the wagon with Coleman, and took him on my knees and held him; he was taken home in Berry’s wagon; I think Pillow went in Knight’s wagon; I don’t know whether deceased was searched after getting home; I helped to take off his clothes and put him to bed, and I then went after the doctor.
Several other witnesses were examined for the prosecution, among them Mr. George Ryal, the constable who arrested Pillow after the shooting. Mr. Ryal testified to finding a revolver on Pillow with all the chambers loaded except one. About three o’clock the prosecution rested their case, and evidence for the defense was commenced. The case will undoubtedly continue through today, and it is quite probable that it may not be given to the jury before Monday.

Sunday, 20 Jan 1878:
Mr. James Goddard, who died at his home in Marion, Williamson County, on the 9th of the present month, was eighty-eight years of age, and had lived in Williamson County for nearly forty-five years. He served in the War of 1812, and participated in the Battle of New Orleans. In 1863 Mr. Goddard was robbed by John Aiken (the man now under sentence of death for a murder committed in White County) and two others, of eight hundred dollars in gold.

Burklow, the Johnson County murderer, is to be brought back to Cairo to be put in jail here for safekeeping until his case shall have been settled by the Supreme Court, which will not meet before June next.

The Evidence in the Pillow Murder Trial Not All in Yet.
The Prisoner on the Stand—Why He Killed Coleman.

            Contrary to expectation the evidence in the Pillow murder trial was not all in at the adjournment of court last evening, and it is now almost certain that the case will not be given to the jury before Monday evening or Tuesday morning. All day yesterday was spent in the examination of the witnesses for the defense, and at the adjournment of court last evening several witnesses were yet to testify. Pillow, the murderer, was placed on the stand during the afternoon to testify in his own behalf. The following is

            I will be 23 years old in March next; I was informed that I was in danger from the deceased, Coleman; the shooting took place at Dog Tooth Bend schoolhouse near the door; I was near to Mr. Wade’s wagon—at the end of the wagon; I put my foot on one of the spokes of the wheel and my hand on the wagon bed to get into the wagon; Coleman put his hand in his pocket, and I pulled my revolver as he turned and shot; I saw Coleman, when I was in the church, with his knife peeling an apple; he gave part the apple to Mr. Renfro and cut the balance; he laid his knife on the top of the bench, and when he got up picked it up; he went nearly to the door with the knife in his pocket, the blade sticking out; I went to the wagon and Coleman came up in a few minutes; I did not like to pass Coleman till someone passed between us; Mrs. Eade passed between us; I fired the pistol because he had made heavy threats against me and I was expecting to be killed by him; as soon as he drew his right hand out of his pocket, I fired the pistol; I fired it because I feared he would take my life.

            On cross-examination on Pillow said:

            Just as I was pulling the trigger I saw him pull his hand out of his pocket; I did not see the knife because it was so dark I could not see; I killed him because I feared him from threats I had heard; I took his life because he threatened mine; I saw him with the knife as I believed, trying to cut me; G. W. Sturtevant did not, to my knowledge, say go to the wagon.

            The case will be resumed tomorrow morning, when after the conclusion of the evidence for the defense, the prosecution will introduce several witnesses in rebuttal.

Tuesday, 22 Jan 1878:
The Pillow Case—The Closing Argument to Be Made This Morning.

            The Pillow murder case was still on trial in the circuit court yesterday. The forenoon was spent in hearing the conclusion of the evidence, and it was not until after dinner that the argument was commenced. County Attorney Mulkey made the opening speech for the prosecution, and those who hear him pronounce his speech the best of his life. In order to gain time a night session was held, when Mr. Linegar made the closing speech for the defense. Mr. Linegar talked for several hours, and made a forcible and eloquent argument for the prisoner. County Attorney Mulkey will make the closing speech for the people this morning, after which the case will be given to the jury. During the argument of counsel yesterday afternoon and last night the courtroom was well filled with spectators, who seemed to take a great interest in the case.

Wednesday, 23 Jan 1878:
Death of Perry Powers.—Mr. Perry Powers died at about half past 9 o’clock last night. He was very low all day yesterday, and although it was known that he could not recover, it was not believed his end was so near. Due notice of the time of the funeral will be given in tomorrow’s Bulletin.

The Verdict: “Not Guilty.”

Circuit Court.—The closing argument in the Pillow murder case was made by County Attorney Mulkey yesterday morning after which the court read the instructions to the jury. The case was then given to the jury and they retired and at a late hour last night they returned a verdict of “not guilty.”

MURDERERS IN JAIL.—Within the last week Sheriff J. H. Carter of Johnson County has brought to Cairo and lodged in the county jail here, for safe keeping, two murderers. On Friday night last he brought down the murderer Burklow, who is under sentence of death, but in whose case the Supreme Court has granted a supersedeas until the records of the trial case be investigated. The second prisoner is one F. M. Kennedy, who is charged with the murder of Frank Shear at Forman in December 1876. Kennedy had made some slanderous remarks about Shear’s sister and this coming to the ears of the latter he avowed a determination to make Kennedy retract. Hearing what Shear had said, Kennedy armed himself and went to Shear’s house, and calling him out, a war of words followed. The men finally came to blows, when Kennedy drew a revolver and shot Shear, inflicting a wound from which he died a day or two after. Kennedy made his escape, and for more than a year nothing was known of his whereabouts. However, Sheriff Carter, who, by the way is one of the most efficient officers Johnson County ever had, finally got track of him in Indiana, and a few days ago succeeded in arresting him at Mt. Vernon in that state. The jail at Vienna is not a fit place to confine prisoners, and hence Kennedy was brought to Cairo for safekeeping. Referring to Burklow, Sheriff Carter informed us that he—Burklow—was eating supper when the sheriff received the writ granting a stay of execution in his case. While the writ was being read to him Burklow continued to eat, never once showing the least sign of emotion or gratitude for what his attorneys had succeeded in doing for him. He scarcely referred to the matter, and seemed to take very little interest in it, notwithstanding his life was at stake. It is expected that nothing further will be done in Burklow’s case before the next term of the Supreme Court, which will be in June.

Thursday, 24 Jan 1878:
THAT VERDICT.—The verdict of “not guilty” given by the jury in the Pillow case was entirely unexpected, and hence has created quite an amount of talk among citizens. It was thought by almost everybody that if Pillow was not hung he would at least be sent to the penitentiary for twenty-five or thirty years.

FUNERAL OF MR. PERRY POWERS.—The funeral services of Mr. Perry Powers will be held at his residence on Twelfth Street at 1 o’clock this p.m. A special train will leave the foot of Twelfth Street at 2:20 p.m. for Villa Ridge. The friends and acquaintances of the deceased are respectfully invited to attend.  The Funeral service will be conducted by Rev. B. Y. George.

            (A marker in Cairo City Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads:  Perry Powers 1827-1878, Father—Darrel Dexter)

ENGINEER WILLIAM WESTON DROWNED.—Yesterday afternoon when the Jim Fisk was midway between Mound City and the mouth of Cache River coming down, Mr. William Weston, second engineer, on watch, fell overboard while attempting to draw a bucket of water and before help could reach him drowned in midriver. As he was the engineer on watch, it was some time after the accident occurred before another man reached the engine room to stop the boat, but with it all she was rounded to, stopped, and the yawl sent almost to him before he sank to rise no more. William Weston was a young man about twenty-two years old, and a son of engineer Dick Weston, well known to our people as the engineer of the Tyrone and other Cumberland River boats, and now engineer of Allard’s Mill at Paducah.

The Mounds Junction Tragedy—An Old Man Murdered and His Person Robbed.
Great Excitement—The Assassin Known, and Officers in Hot Pursuit.
Lynching Likely, When the Murderer Is Captured.

(Special to the Bulletin)
Villa Ridge, Jan. 23.

            Another, and one of the most cowardly and brutal murders ever committed in this section of country was enacted at Mounds Junction, on the Illinois Central Railroad, eight miles above Cairo on last Monday night between nine and ten o’clock. The circumstances of the murder seem to be about these:  On the night in question between seven and eight o’clock a colored man called at the little store of Mr. A. Zimmerman at the Junction, and purchased a small quantity of calico. Mr. Zimmerman, in order to make the correct change for the negro, took from his pocket a roll of money, which the negro saw, and it was noted at the time that he watched closely where Mr. Zimmerman put the money after having made the change. The negro then left leaving the package of calico with Mr. Zimmerman, saying that he would call for it in a little while. This, as above stated, was between seven and eight, and the negro went away. Between nine and ten o’clock he returned and called for his package, and Mr. Zimmerman having closed his place, opened the door and let him into the store.  The negro had in his hand a large navy revolver, and asked Mr. Zimmerman for some caps. Mr. Zimmerman gave him the caps, and the negro put them on the revolver, saying as he did so that “this (meaning the revolver) is a good thing to have,” and pointing it at Mr. Zimmerman’s breast, and without one word of provocation or even warning to his victim fired. Mr. Zimmerman ran into an adjoining room, the negro after him. Just inside the room door the negro caught Mr. Zimmerman by the hair of the head and dealt him several terrible blows on the head with the butt of the revolver, every blow crushing in the skull. Of course, Mr. Zimmerman died instantly, and the negro then robbed his person and went through the money drawer in the store. He then made his escape, and up to this writing (8 o’clock p.m., of the 23rd) he has not been captured, though he is known, and the officers are on his track. This brutal and inhuman murder was perpetrated in the presence of Mr. Zimmerman’s little daughter, aged about ten years, and the child says she could identify the murderer and gives an accurate description of him. The remains of Mr. Zimmerman were buried this afternoon in the cemetery at Villa Ridge.

I will remain here or at Mounds Junction tonight, as there is no doubt that the murderer will be captured, and indications are that when he is captured the people of this city will not be called upon to bear the expense of a “court house trial.”

Friday, 25 Jan 1878:
NO SEARCH MADE.—No search has yet been made for the body of William Weston, the second engineer of the steamer Fisk, who fell overboard and was drowned day before yesterday. As the current of the river is now very strong, the whereabouts of the body will be hard to ascertain and its recovery is doubtful.

FUNERAL OF MR. PERRY POWERS.—The funeral of Mr. Perry Powers took place yesterday from his residence on Twelfth Street. The remains were taken to Villa Ridge by special train, and were followed to their last resting place by numerous acquaintances and friends. The family have our sympathy in their sad and sudden bereavement.

The Murderer of Mr. A. Zimmerman, Though Known, is Still at Large.
A Liberal Reward Is Offered for His Apprehension.

            A dispatch published in yesterday morning’s Bulletin gave, in a condensed manner, the particulars of the assault upon and murder of Mr. Adolph Zimmerman, at Mounds Junction on Tuesday night, but the details of the affair could not be given at that time as fully as we have since learned them, and as we now give them to our readers. As stated in the dispatch above referred to
Mr. Adolph Zimmerman, was the proprietor of a small store at Mounds Junction. His residence and store were all under one roof, and that portion of the house, occupied by the family as a residence was separated from the storeroom only by a thin board partition. The building is not to exceed fifty feet distant from the Illinois Central railroad station house at the Junction, and is a low one-story structure. The entrance to the store faces the Illinois Central track. As is usual with country merchants, Mr. Zimmerman closes his store early, seldom later than eight o’clock in the evening. On the
as near as can be ascertained, between seven and eight o’clock, a negro called at the store and purchased a small quantity of calico, and handed Mr. Zimmerman a bill out of which to take pay for the goods. In order to make the change Mr. Zimmerman took from his pocket
which the negro saw. When Mr. Zimmerman took this money from his pocket it was noticed that the negro watched his movements and noted particularly into which pocket he put the money when he returned it to his person. After this transaction the negro remained in the store for some time, but finally left, leaving the package of calico laying on the counter saying he would call for it after awhile. He then
and for an hour and a half Mr. Zimmerman saw no more of him. However, his whereabouts from the time he left the store until the murder took place is known to have been spent in visiting among some of his colored acquaintances in the neighborhood. At about nine o’clock, or perhaps a few minutes later, the negro

            On entering the store he carried in his hand an old-fashioned navy six revolver, and approaching Mr. Zimmerman asked him for some caps, saying that the weapon was loaded, but that it had no caps on, and that it was a good thing to have when one was compelled to be out at night. Zimmerman, little thinking that he was placing in the hands of the cold-blooded villain who stood before him the means that was so soon to rob him of his life, gave the negro five caps. The negro took them, and one by one, as he placed them on the tubes, he kept up a lively chattering by which he kept Mr. Zimmerman’s attention drawn to him. As he put the last cap on the pistol, he repeated, “This is a good thing to have,” and then, quick as he could, pointed
and fired. Although mortally wounded, Zimmerman started to run into an adjoining room, and the negro followed him, and just as he passed through the door the murderous villain struck him twice on the head with the butt end of the revolver, both blows crushing in the skull, and either of which would have produced death. The negro then
of his victim, and securing the roll of money he had seen him put into one of them, made his escape from the house. The bloody transaction took place in the presence of the murdered man’s little ten-year-old daughter, and it was her screams that brought some of the neighbors to the scene. The
was conveyed to everybody who could be reached, and parties were at once sent out in search of the murderer, while others remained at the house and rendered all the aid and comfort in their power to the horror-stricken and terrified family of the murdered man. Suspicion at once attached to a negro named
as it was he who had visited around among the neighbors in the early part of the evening. On Wednesday morning Sheriff Wilson, of Pulaski County, and two or three county constables started in search of
Redding, and although they worked assiduously they could not come up with him. Redding lives on a small farm located about halfway between Villa Ridge and Pulaski stations. Notwithstanding the fact that Sheriff Wilson and his posse visited his home on Wednesday, it has since been learned that Redding was at home on that day and eat dinner there, and had not been gone from the house to exceed an hour when the officers arrived. It was reported last night that a negro answering to Redding’s description was seen at a late hour on Wednesday evening near Unity, in this county, going toward the Mississippi River. We have received the following
from a gentleman who has known him well for several years: Sam Redding is a dark mulatto; has chin whiskers; is about five feet seven inches high; and is rather heavy set. He is about twenty-five years old, and at the time of the murder had on a suit of brown jeans; low crowned black hat with sides turned up.
Redding is well known and regarded as a rowdy in the community where he lived.
The murder was by all odds one of the most atrocious and cold-blooded ever committed in this part of the country, and among those that knew the murdered man the greatest indignation prevails, and if the murderer is caught it will go hard with him.

Saturday, 26 Jan 1878:
Edward Donhelly, living near Danville, Ill., received a discharge from his own shotgun, while getting over a fence, Tuesday, and will die of his wounds. Within a short time he had lost two sons by sudden and accidental deaths.

The circuit court at Marshall, Clark County, is trying Hon. S. A. Whitehead, for the murder last June, of Hon. John L. Ryan. The shooting grew out of a petty case before a justice, in which Whitehead was an attorney and Ryan a witness. The court issued a special venire for 100 jurors. The sheriff being a witness, S. W. Bartell was appointed special sheriff for the occasion. The case excites great interest, both parties having been very prominent.

Which Was It?—The Latter Most Probable.
John W. Carter Found Dead in His Bed, With a Bullet Hole Through His Head.
The Coroner’s Inquest—The Condition of the Body When Found.
Suspicious Circumstances—Another Inquest to Be Held Today.

            Our neighboring village of Mound City was yesterday morning thrown into a state of the utmost excitement over the report that one of the oldest and most prominent and influential citizens of that place—Mr. John W. Carter had
and in less than half an hour from the time the discovery of the body was made nine out of every ten citizens of the place had heard of the affair. Word of the death of Mr. Carter having reached a reporter for the Bulletin, he started immediately for Mound City, where he arrived in due time, and at once set to work to gather what information he could of the sad event. From those who were most intimately acquainted with Mr. Carter, and who were among the first in at the scene after the body was discovered, we learned the following facts:

In order to give the reader a better understanding of the surroundings of the body when discovered, it will be necessary to give a brief description of the inside arrangements of Mr. Carter’s office. The building is one story high and Mr. Carter was the only occupant. The inside of the building is divided into three apartments, the first of which, and the one first entered from the street, was occupied by Mr. Carter as an office. Next is a small room—perhaps twelve feet long by eight wide. This room contained a desk, a bureau, several mattresses, two or three pillows and a quantity of bed clothing, and it was in this room that the body was discovered. Back of the bedroom is another room, perhaps twelve feet square, which, from its appearance, we should judge was used by Mr. Carter as a storeroom. This is the arrangement of the inside of the building, and the reader will now by able to form a better idea of the surroundings.
who attended Mr. Carter’s office, swept out, made fires, etc., stated that when he entered the office in the morning, between six and seven o’clock, he found the office in its usual order, and started to go from the office to the storeroom, and when passing though the bedroom saw Mr. Carter laying on the mattress, and it occurred to him that his countenance wore a peculiar look. The porter stopped and looked Carter in the face, and saw that
He immediately gave the alarm, and in a few minutes a half dozen persons had gathered in the office. When found, the body was
with bed clothing. On removing the quilts it was found that he had all his clothes on. In his right hand, which lay on his breast, he held a small revolver, the forefinger clasping the trigger. The left hand also lay on the breast, only a few inches lower down.
was then looked for, and a bullet hole was discovered in the right temple just above and to the front of the ear. The ball took a downward course and came out just under the ear on the left side of the head. The mattress under the body was saturated with blood, though nowhere else in the room could blood be found. From all accounts it would seem that Mr. Carter had gone to his office sometime between nine and ten o’clock the night before. Mr. George Richards, the conductor in the Mound City railroad, just before starting on his regular trip to Mounds Junction to meet the up train on the Illinois Central, went into the office. It seems that there were four keys to the outside door. Mr. Carter carried one and Mr. Richards and the colored porter each had a key, and the fourth was usually to be found in a drawer in the office. Mr. Richards unlocked the door when he went into the office, and finding the door leading from the office to the bedroom locked on the inside, felt sure that Mr. Carter

On entering the office he found the lamp burning, and before leaving put out the light and relocked the door. Mr. Richards then left for the Junction and did not return to Mound City again until fifteen minutes before five o’clock in the morning. When he re-entered the office he found that the
and moved from the place where it usually set to another part of the office. He saw too that the door leading to the bedroom was open, and that on the desk in the office lay some of Mr. Carter’s account books, opened out. These matters, the lighted lamp, the opening of the bedroom door, and the condition of the books, attracted his attention, but he gave the matter no serious thought and went out and locked the office door behind him, and after putting his team away, went home. The first he knew of Mr. Carter’s death was when he got up in the morning.
was assembled and an inquest held and a number of witnesses examined, when the circumstances attending the finding of the body and the matters related by Mr. Richards concerning the lighting of the lamp; the books, etc, were brought up. The jury without much deliberation returned a verdict of “death by suicide.”

The verdict of the jury, however, was not satisfactory to everybody, and there were many who claimed that the reasons for
were many and forcible. The fact that when the body was found both hands were lying on the breast, the bed clothing covering them and tucked close up to the chin, was pointed to as a strong reason for suspecting foul play. Another thing that seemed to strengthen the belief that Carter had been murdered was the fact that had he shot himself he would necessarily have had the pistol so close to his head that there would have been powder marks on the flesh and the hair would have been singed—but nothing of the kind was visible. Not a hair of his head was burned, nor was there to be found the slightest trace of burned powder on his face. These circumstances, coupled with the fact that as late as nine o’clock on Thursday evening Dr. Casey and others met Mr. Carter at the post office, and he was in his usual good humor, and laughed and talked with them on various subjects, were pointed to in support of the theory that he was murdered.

            There are those who claim that there is a “woman in the case.” It is said, but with how much truth we do not know, that Mr. Carter had formed an alliance with a young woman in Mound City, and that of late she had given him considerable trouble. This woman was called as a witness before the coroner’s jury, and she testified that she had not seen Mr. Carter since Tuesday evening; but that on Thursday evening she wrote him a note saying that she was going away, and would send her trunk to the station. The negro who carried this note to Mr. Carter testified that he (Carter) wrote an answer to the note and gave it to him to deliver, but that on his return he could not find the woman, and he took the note back to Mr. Carter. Search was made for these notes but no trace of them could be found. There are those who attach much importance to this matter and believe that if this little incident is properly worked up, it will lead to the true theory as to how Carter came to his death. At all events, the circumstances above stated—the manner in which the bed clothing covered the body, the fact that there is not the slightest evidence of powder on the face, or that the hair was burned, the woman and the notes; and the fact that the pistol
could not be identified as belonging to him, and that none of the cartridges found in his office would fit it, are all pointed to as going to show that he did not commit suicide but that he was murdered. In fact there are very few people in Mound City who take any stock in the idea that Mr. Carter committed suicide, and the desire for a more thorough investigation of the matter has become so strong that another inquest will be had today, when it is to be hoped that the truth concerning this most deplorable affair may be brought to the surface. We do not believe that John Carter killed himself, and we do believe that he was murdered, and that too by someone who was on familiar terms with him and knew the arrangements of his office perfectly.

Sunday, 27 Jan 1878:

            Further Investigations of the Manner in Which John W. Carter Came to His Death—The Idea That He Committed Suicide Scouted, but no New Facts Elicited—The Inquest Adjourned until Monday Next—The Funeral Will Probably Take Place on Tuesday.

            Excitement over the finding of the dead body of Mr. John W. Carter still runs high among the people of Mound City, and nothing else is thought or talked of. Our reporter visited that village again yesterday in the hope of learning something new concerning the tragic affair, and spent four or five hours in talking to leading citizens of that place and listening to the evidence as it was given before the coroner’s jury.

As stated in the Bulletin yesterday morning, the coroner’s jury, after giving the matter more thought, became satisfied that they
at their first meeting in rendering a verdict of death by suicide, and the sentiment among them that a further investigation should be had was unanimous. Accordingly at 2 o’clock yesterday afternoon the jury reassembled in Judge Metz’s office, and on motion of Dr. N. R. Casey it was resolved to reconsider their former verdict and to enter into a more thorough and

All the witnesses who testified at the first sitting, and a large number of others, were resummoned to appear before the jury. Judge Metz acted as foreman of the jury and conducted the examination of the witnesses.
was the first witness called, and he testified to going into the building about seven o’clock in the morning and finding the body and giving the alarm. His evidence was substantially as stated in the Bulletin yesterday.

MR. GEORGE MORRIS testified that he was going down town about half past seven o’clock and met Mr. Kittle on the railroad track who told him that Mr. Carter was dead. They went into the depot together and saw the body lying on the bed. The room was quite dark at the time, but they could see very well. Carter was lying on his back, with his right hand on his breast. The hand was covered but a portion of the elbow was exposed. He asked Mr. Kittle to move the body and see if it was rigid. Mr. Kittle put his hand under Carter’s head, and when he pulled it out again his hand was covered with blood. The hand was covered and he could not see the pistol. Mr. Morris said that if the hand had been exposed he could have seen the pistol. Mr. Kittle did not remove the clothing. The bed clothing over Mr. Carter did not indicate a struggle, and was arranged about as one would fix them in covering up. The head was lying forward on the breast, and inclined slightly to the left. There was no apparent disturbance of the bed clothing.

Mr. Kittle was the next witness, and he said he could only corroborate Mr. Morris’ testimony.
conductor on the Mound City railroad testified in finding the lamp burning in the office when he went in between eleven and twelve o’clock, preparatory to going out to meet the uptrain on the Illinois Central. The lamp was burning when he went into the room, and the door leading to the bedroom was locked. He blew out the light and went out and locked the door. He did not return until a quarter before five o’clock in the morning, and when he went into the office he found the lamp had been lighted and the door leading to the bedroom was open. He did not go into the bedroom, but after putting away the mail and attending to some other matters again blew out the lamp and went home. He had seen a woman in the bedroom on a former occasion, and knew that “when the bedroom door was locked he had no business in there.” The last time he saw Mr. Carter alive was about six o’clock the evening previous, when Carter gave him instructions what to do the next day. There were five keys to the office door—John Carter, Henry Carter,
Watts, and himself each had one, and the fifth was kept in a drawer in the office. This key is missing and cannot be found.
the young lady with whom it is claimed Mr. Carter was on intimate terms, was next called, and her testimony is given in full as follows:

The last time I saw Mr. Carter was on Tuesday morning. I did not see him on Thursday at any time, nor receive any communication from him. I did not receive the note sent me by Mr. Carter on Thursday; we were on intimate terms and we have had no quarrels or difficulty within the last few days. I went to Dr. Casey’s with my sister, on Thursday evening; back I saw a bright light in the office and saw curtains up, and spoke of it, but went on home. I was about to retire when my sister said that a colored man had been there with a note from Mr. Carter, and that the man said Mr. Carter told him if I was not in to bring it back. I did not know of the death of Mr. Carter ‘till my sister told me of it.
Dr. Casey then questioned Miss Newgent as follows:
Dr. C.—Nellie, is it not true that you have received presents from Mr. Carter?
Miss N.—Yes, I have received presents from him, but not lately.
Dr. C.—Have you made him presents?
Miss N.—I have made him a present on Christmas Day of a cigar holder, which you may have seen hanging in his office.
Dr. C.—When did you see Mr. Carter last?
Miss N.—I saw him on Tuesday on the street and spoke to him. I had just got back from Anna.
Dr. C.—Nellie, is it not true that you and Mr. Carter have had quarrels within the last year?
Miss N.—Yes, we had quarreled, but nothing serious. Nothing of the kind has occurred recently.
Dr. C.—Is it not true that you have visited Mr. Carter’s office after night?
Miss N.—Yes. I was there in his office on Monday night.
Dr. C.—Have you been there alone with him?
Miss N.—Yes. I have been there nights when there was no one else with him, but it has been a good while since I was there.
Dr. C.—Has Mr. Carter anything you gave him?
Miss N.—Yes, he has a couple of rings and some letters belonging to me. I have nothing in his handwriting but a card.
Dr. N.—Nellie, did you ever have any trouble with Mr. Carter in which another lady was implicated?
Miss N.—No.
Dr. C.—Did you ever threaten him for visiting other parties?
Miss N.—I never threatened to punish him if he didn’t desist from visiting other parties.
Dr. C.—When did you write to Mr. Carter last?
Miss N.—I wrote two letters to him from Anna, but if he wrote me I never received his letters.
Dr. C.—Where were you going when you wrote that your trunk would be at the depot?
Miss N.—I intended to go away that night. I first intended to go in the afternoon, and then thought I would go that night, but somehow I could not fix myself, and I went to bed. I wrote to him in the evening that I was going away, and would send my trunk over at six o’clock, and if he had anything to say he could write to me.
Dr. C.—Nellie, was it not absolutely necessary for you to see him before you went away?
Miss N.—No, it was not.
Dr. C.—Did you not see Mr. Carter at 10 o’clock on Thursday night, or was he at your house?
Miss N.—No. I did not see him on Thursday night. He was not at my house on that night. The last time I saw him was on Tuesday morning, and at noon I was at the express office and saw him coming from the navy yard.
Dr. C.—Did you ever hear Mr. Carter say he was tired of life, and wish he was dead?
Miss N.—No.
Dr. C.—Nellie, was there ever an engagement between you and Mr. Carter?
Miss N.—Yes; there was a marriage engagement between us, but the time has not come yet—it was to have been on the 28th of next month.
Dr. C.—Was there any disagreement between you that was calculated to break off that engagement?
Miss N.—No, there was not.

The greater portion of the time while Miss Newgent was on the stand she was crying bitterly, and answered questions propounded with her face covered with a handkerchief. She is rather above the ordinary height of women, with a handsome face, bright black eyes, fair complexion and light hair, and withal quite good-looking. Her conduct while on the stand was modest, and she seemed to feel deeply the position in which she was placed. She wore a common blue waterproof and hat covered with a brown veil.

Millie Crain, an old colored woman testified that she had been out attending a sick woman, and it was about 4 o’clock in the morning when she went home. Just after passing Carter’s office she heard a sound like that of the discharge of a pistol, which came from the direction of the depot. She paid no attention to it at the time and went home.

A number of witnesses were examined, but nothing further of importance was elicited. The inquest was then adjourned until Monday morning, at 10 o’clock, when several witnesses will be examined.

            Public sentiment has undergone no change as to the manner of Mr. Carter’s death, and there is not three men in the place who believe that it was a suicide. All the circumstances—the position of the body, the wound in the head, and a dozen other incidents go to show that it was a case of murder. But who did it and the motive, are mysteries, which it seems impossible to fathom.

            It was not definitely known yesterday whether the funeral would take place on Monday or Tuesday, owing to the fact that it is not known when the relatives of the deceased will arrive. The Odd Fellows of Mound City and Cairo will attend the funeral.

Tuesday, 29 Jan 1878:

            The governor today issued a proclamation offering a reward of $200 for the apprehension of the murderer of Adolphus Zimmerman, at Mounds Junction, Pulaski County. Zimmerman was murdered by someone unknown, on the 22d inst., and the reward is to be paid upon the conviction of the guilty party.

A BIG REWARD.—The relatives of the late John W. Carter have determined to prove the mystery surrounding his death to the center, and as an incentive for someone to take hold and work up the case they have offered a reward of one thousand dollars for the arrest and conviction of the murderer. Notice of the reward will be found in another column in the Bulletin. The coroner’s jury reassembled in Mound City yesterday morning at ten o’clock, but what further action was taken we were unable to learn.

JOHN W. CARTER’S FUNERAL.—The funeral of the late John W. Carter, of Mound City, took place yesterday at Beech Grove Cemetery. The attendance was very large, as many as seventy-five to one hundred persons going up from this city. The Odd Fellows of both Cairo and Mound City turned out in regalia to the funeral. Funeral services were held in St. Peter’s Episcopal Church at Mound City at 12:30, and the remains were taken to the cemetery at 2:30 o’clock. No man in Mound City had a wider circle of friends than Mr. Carter, and his loss to that community is irreparable.

$1,000 REWARD!

The above amount will be paid by either of the undersigned for the apprehension and conviction of the person or persons guilty of the murder of John W. Carter, at Mound City, Illinois, on the night of the 24th, or morning of the 25th of January 1878.
Henry G. Carter, Mound City
Caleb B. Carter, No. 228 Front Tow, Memphis, Tenn.
Daniel Hogan, Mound City
Paul Dunlevy, No. 20 Chestnut Street, Pittsburg, Pa.
Frederick Luty, No. 74 Grant Street, Pittsburg, Pa.
Mound City, Ill.,. Jan 25, 1878

Wednesday, 30 Jan 1878:
PARDONED.—A Springfield dispatch dated 28th, says: “The governor today pardoned Anderson McGuire, who was convicted of larceny at the May, 1876, term of the Alexander circuit court, and sentenced to the penitentiary for three years. The pardon is granted on the certificate of the prison physician that he is in the last stages of consumption, and cannot live long. His mother will take him home and care for him while he lives.”

NO VERDICT.—At a late hour last evening we learned that the coroner’s jury to investigate the cause of the death of the late John W. Carter held another session yesterday and heard further evidence. Nothing new was developed, and the manner of how he came to his death remains as great a mystery as ever. The jury will meet again today when it is believed they will agree upon a verdict.

Thursday, 31 Jan 1878:
The offices are still looking for the murderer of the man Zimmerman at Mounds Junction, a week ago Tuesday evening. It is believed a clue as to the whereabouts of the murderer has been obtained, and his arrest is now only a question of time, and a short time at that.


            The following, which partakes somewhat of a local nature, is from the Chicago Times, of the 29th. The man Lynch referred to in the dispatch was evidently a steamboat roustabout, and his stay in Cairo must have been of short duration:

            PITTSBURG, Jan. 28.—Frank Lynch, a man about twenty-eight years of age, was judged in the lockup tonight, on a charge of murder and thereby hangs a somewhat sensational tale. He was married to a daughter of a farmer named Merriam, residing on a farm near Glenfield Station, on the Fort Wayne Road, ten miles below Pittsburg. A little body was the fruit of the union, but the marriage was an unhappy one. Frank wanted a separation and desired to put the boy in an orphan asylum. They came to Pittsburg on the evening of the 15th of last December, and after wandering around the streets, started to go over to Allegheny by way of the railroad bridge, but when they reached the bridge the way looked so dark that the wife refused to go. A quarrel ensued, during which the woman was thrown down and choked. Her screams attracted some boatmen in the vicinity, and they came up just in time to prevent her having her throat cut. Her husband fled, taking the boy with him. Nothing was heard of him till he suddenly made his appearance at the Merriam farm, on Sunday, where his wife was. He told her he had murdered the boy, and she at once set the detectives on his track, which resulted in his arrest.

                        While in the lockup tonight Lynch fully confessed his crime. He said when he fled from the men who came to rescue his wife he hid in an alley until the coast was clear. He then came out and started over to Allegheny by the railroad bridge. When halfway over a powerful impulse seized him to murder the child. He thought it would be best to put it out of harm’s way. The feeling was uncomfortable and acting upon it, he threw the child over into the river. His ears were closed to its cries, and as it sank in the middle of the stream, the rippling waters hushed its voice into silence forever.

            After the murder he returned to Pittsburg, and the next day shipped on the Laura Davis. He made a trip to Paducah on the boat, but was there laid up with a sickness. He afterwards went to Cairo and worked about the steamboats, but remorse had taken such a hold on him that he was compelled to return to the old farm near Glenfield and confess his crime. Lynch tells this story in a somewhat excited manner, but nevertheless, puts his statements connectedly. His trip to Pittsburg, the quarrel with his wife, and other statements were corroborated. The man is of a slight build, rather small stature, and of a nervous, excitable temperament, just such a temperament as gives color to his story. His wife believes the story, as she says he threatened several times to kill both her and the child. The little victim was two and one half years old. Lynch will have a hearing tomorrow.

Friday, 1 Feb 1878:
The murderer Burklow, now confined in the county jail, is hopeful and believes that he will get a new trial, in which event he believes he will be acquitted. Upon what grounds he bases this belief he does not care to tell.

DIED.—At Patoka, Indiana, Tuesday, January 28th, 1878, Denton, only son of L. B. and Hattie E. Church, aged six years, seven months, and twenty-one days. The funeral services took place at the residence of James Hudelson, Patoka, Wednesday, 20th inst., at 9 o’clock a.m.

Little Denton Church was an unusually bright child, and a great favorite with his playmates and all who knew him. A short time ago he went with his mother to visit friends and relatives at Patoka and a few days after their arrival their Denton was taken with croup and afterwards with diphtheria, which finally resulted in his death. He was a member of Miss Rogers’ school. The struck parents have the sympathy of their many friends in this city. 


Saturday, 2 Feb 1878:
THE VERDICT.—The following is the verdict rendered by the coroner’s jury to examine into the death of John W. Carter:

            We, the jurors arraigned, impaneled and duly sworn by James R. Drake, coroner in and for said county on the 25th day of January, 1878, and continued from day to day until the 29th day of January, 1878, to inquire diligently into the manner and cause of the death of John W. Carter, whose dead body was found in the Mound City railroad depot, in said county, on the morning of January 15th, 1878, after hearing the evidence of a large number of witnesses and making all due further inquiry as was brought to the knowledge of the jury, we, the jury do find on our oath that the said John W. Carter came to his death by a pistol ball through his head, discharged by some unknown hand.

George Mertz, foreman; A. Montgomery, N. R. Casey, James Holmes, Louis J. Moil, D. N. Kennedy, Earnest Welsend, George W. Armstrong, J. L. Brandt, T. L. Richardson, Jacob Kittle, James Boren.
Tuesday, 5 Feb 1878:
Drowned.—Billy Ghilchrist,  colored lad well known in this city, was drowned by falling overboard from the steamboat Wild Boy, in the Mississippi River near Columbus, Kentucky, on Friday night inst.  Full particulars will be found in the river column.
We learn from Col. Rearden that on Friday evening William Gilcrest, a young colored man from this city, was drowned in the bends below here, the particulars of the accident being about as follows:  Gilcrest hired with the M. V. T. company to load a barge of corn, and with the other laborers went down on the Wild BoyGilcrest was intoxicated and was asleep on the deck of the boat some time after his companions had begun to carry in corn.  The mate, looking around for idlers, found him asleep on the outside guard, and waking him up ordered him to go to work.  After some delay he started, but instead of going out forward to the barge he walked straight across the boat and into the river.  Hearing the splash, the mate sprang across the deck and succeeded in catching his hand, but the hold was slight and the drowning man’s struggles wrenched it loose.  Nothing more was heard or seen of him, although all hands flew to help him and the yawl cruised about the spot for some time.

Wednesday, 6 Feb 1878:
The Commercial of the 4th says:

            Steamboatmen remember when the Liberty was a favorite packet in the Louisville and Memphis trade, and the tall, handsome form of Capt. Ed. H. Judge, who was the popular and efficient clerk of her.  Capt. Judge died at Rochester, N. Y., on Thursday night last.  His remains were brought to Emmence, Ky., and buried last Friday afternoon.  The deceased leaves a wife also a sister, Mrs. Mary Fox, of Louisville and a host of friends and acquaintances to mourn his sad loss.  He was a good man.
A colored boatman named Harris died suddenly of heart disease in the hospital in this city Monday.  He entered the hospital on Friday, having an attack of pneumonia, but was recovering rapidly when his sudden death occurred during a paroxysm of coughing.  Examination by Dr. Waldo after death revealed that his heart had been diseased a long time and was very much enlarged.


The death mentioned in Dr. Waldo’s report of the United States marine hospital at Cairo is that of William Hayes, a colored boatman who died of consumption on January 10th. 
Saturday, 9 Feb 1878:
It took four days to get a jury to try the desperado and murderer Rande, now on trial in the circuit court at Galesburg.  The defense will be made on the theory that Rande was insane.
The body of the colored boy Willie Ghilchrist, drowned from the steamer Wild Boy, near Columbus a week or ten days ago has not been recovered.
The mother of Officer John Hogan is dangerously sick, and her recovery is considered doubtful.
Hope of capturing the murderer of Mr. Zimmerman, at Mounds Junction two weeks ago, has been abandoned for the present.  It is believed he has succeeded in making good his escape.
One of our Jackson County exchanges says:  “A few months ago Pete Hightower, of Carbondale, was found guilty of murder in the Jackson circuit court, and the term of imprisonment fixed at fourteen years in the penitentiary, but before sentence was passed upon him, he escaped.  Last week he returned and gave himself up to the authorities, stating that the life of an exile, with the continual fear of recapture was unbearable, and he preferred to return and ‘risk his chances.’”
County Clerk Dan Hogan, of Pulaski County, has been appointed administrator of the estate of the late John Carter, and Mrs. Elizabeth Casey guardian of his two boys, one aged ten and the other twelve years.
Albert R. Lutz, son of Mr. A. Lutz, of Mound City, died at his home in that place on yesterday, aged fifteen years.  The funeral services will be held at the residence of young Lutz this, Saturday, morning, at 9 o’clock.  The remains will be interred at Beech Grove Cemetery at 12 m.
The J. B. M. Keholor filled out here and cleared for New Orleans yesterday morning.  Captain Kimber’s daughter, who died on the 26th, was 19 years of age, and had suffered a long time with consumption, but her physicians informed Captain Kimber before he left home that there was no probability that death would occur for many months.  The dispatch which met him here announcing her death was therefore a terrible shock.  We extend our sympathy.  Captain Kimber is an old friend, and we feel his sorrow deeply.

Sunday, 10 Feb 1878:
DEATH OF WELL-KNOWN CITIZEN.—Quirus Beckwith, aged 34 or 35 years, the wealthiest and perhaps the most enterprising of the farmers about Wolfe Island, died at 6 o’clock evening before last, with congestive chills.  His sudden death will cast a gloom over that whole section of country, and wherever the deceased was known.  The loss is great, indeed.
Mrs. Zimmerman, the widow of the man who was killed by a negro at Mounds Junction, has opened a grocery near St. Patrick’s Church.

Tuesday, 12 Feb 1878:
Resolutions of Respect to the Memory of the Late John W. Carter.

Hall of Mound City Lodge,
No. 250, I. O. O. F.
Mound City, Ills., Feb. 3, 1878

            Editor Bulletin.—At a regular meeting of Mound City Lodge No. 250, I. O. O. F., on this the 3d day of February, A. D. 1878, the following preamble and resolutions of respect to the memory of our deceased brother, John W. Carter, late acting warden of the lodge, were passed and ordered to be spread of record upon the journal of the lodge.

WHEREAS, On the 25th day of January last, the life of our much esteemed and dearly beloved brother, John W. Carter, was most foully and ruthlessly taken in a manner wholly unknown and mysterious to us;

And whereas, by means thereof, we, the members of Mound City Lodge No 250, of Mound City, Ills., have been suddenly deprived of the pleasure and benefit of his counsel and the companionship of our dearly beloved brother, his two surviving infant children of a kind parents, and the community in which he lived of a good citizen.

            Therefore, be it resolved, That by his sudden and untimely decease, we are forcibly reminded that “in the midst of life we are in death,” and as brothers surviving, we will ever cherish his remembrance with kindness and brotherly love.

            Be it further resolved, That as to his two surviving infant children we will ever remember and guard them, as is the duty of all good Odd Fellows.

            Be it further resolved, That this lodge go into mourning for our dearly beloved brother; that the warden’s chair, which office he then filled, be draped with mourning, and that each member of his lodge wear the usual badges of mourning as prescribed by the regulations of our order for the period of thirty days.

            Be it further resolved, That a copy of the proceedings of this lodge, so far as the same relates to the death of our dearly beloved and deceased brother, John W. Carter, together with these resolutions, be placed in the hands of the guardian of his two infant heirs, to be delivered to the custody of the oldest on is becoming of age, the same to be properly signed by the Noble Grand of this Lodge and attested by the Recording Secretary and the seal of the lodge.

            Be it also further resolved, That these proceedings, together with these resolutions, be published in the Cairo Argus-Journal, and the Cairo Bulletin, of Cairo, Ills.
George Armstrong, N. G.
Attest, Edward A. Hayes, R. Sec.

(John W. Carter married Alice Casey on 15 Mar 1865, in Pulaski Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)

Wednesday, 13 Feb 1878:
The H. C. Yarger added several hundred tons here and cleared with a good trip for New Orleans.  She lost her carpenter, Mr. Henry Kline, a short distance below St. Louis, on Sunday afternoon.  He went back to look at the wheel, thinking it was broken and was last seen standing on the fantail while the wheel was backing.  He was not missed until the next morning.  It is thought he fell overboard and was drowned.  His friends reside in St. Louis.

Thursday, 14 Feb 1878:
Early yesterday morning Mr. Henry Kline, the carpenter of the H. C. Yeager who was supposed to have been drowned below St. Louis came into the city by rail and took passage on the Cons Millar to join his boat.  He fell into the river, as was supposed, but swam ashore and pawning his watch for passage money came here by rail. 
Sunday, 17 Feb 1878:
Murphysboro Independent

            Our community was shocked on last Saturday morning by the report that a servant girl at the Logan House by the name of Maggie Wilson had given birth to a child and had thrown it in the privy vault of the hotel.  Subsequent investigation proved the correctness of the rumor and the coroner was summoned, the child taken from the vault and an inquest held over its remains.  The verdict of the jury was that “We, the jury, summoned to investigate and inquire into the cause of the death of a female infant, found in the privy vault of the Logan house, in Murphysboro, Illinois, from the evidence adduced believe that Maggie Wilson is its mother, and that the child came to its death through the criminal neglect of its mother, Maggie Wilson.”  The coroner held her to bail upon the above verdict, and a guard was placed over the inhuman mother, and as soon as able she would have been removed to the jail for safekeeping, but the doctor upon going to see her Wednesday morning found that she had flown, like the Arab “who silently folded his tent and departed by starlight.”  The evidence before the coroner’s jury and the circumstances connected with it are of the most revolting character, and it is with reluctance that we speak of the matter at all.  We hope, however, that she may be returned and made to pay the penalty for her fiendish, inhuman act.
ARRESTED.—A man named Sea was arrested in this city yesterday by Officer John Hogan for an assault and probable murder committed at Anna on Thursday night.  The sheriff of Union County was expected in the city last night to take Sea back to that county.

            (The man’s name is reported as Jim Sea in the 19 Feb 1878, issue.  The surname is likely Seay.—Darrel Dexter)
Pittsburg dispatch to Cincinnati Commercial of the 15th:

            “About 12 o’clock last Friday night as the towboat Panther was passing the foot of Mustapha, two young men, Para and Sears, each aged twenty-three years, jumped out of a junk boat in tow of the Panther, and it is supposed were drowned.  They both were unmarried.  Some of the Panther’s barges had gotten loose, and the steamer began backing to get them in shape, a barge swung around against the junk boat, crushing in the side, and, it is supposed, so frightened Para and Sears as to cause them to jump overboard.  They had a large amount, between $400 and $500 of silver coin on their persons, which probably hastened their drowning.  The Panther dropped back four miles in search of the men, but failed to see them.  Para and Sears traded between Marietta and Galiopolis, and are said to have been industrious and sober men.

Tuesday, 19 Feb 1878:
TAKEN BACK.—Jim Sey, the man charged with an assault to murder a man named King Gray, at Anna on last Friday night, was taken back to Union County by Sheriff Nimmo on Sunday afternoon.  Gray was stabbed three times in the breast, and it is believed his injuries will prove fatal.
DROWNED.—A colored man named Alfred Reed was drowned on Sunday morning in attempting to jump from a barge to one of the wharfboats.  In making the leap Reed missed his footing and fell, striking his breast on the guard of the wharfboat and then into the river.  It is supposed that he was so badly stunned from the effects of the fall that he was unable to help himself when he struck the water.  Reed was a member of Rix’s church, and is said to have been a steady and hard-working man.  His body has not been recovered.
MURDER AT FULTON, KY.—We are indebted to Dyas T. Parker, of Fulton, Kentucky, for this item:  “Two men named respectively Cooley and John Ladd, got into a fight at Fulton on Saturday afternoon, when a third party named Oldham undertook to separate them. 
Oldham took hold of Cooley by the collar and handled him pretty roughly, when Cooley told Oldham to stand back and not interfere with him.  At this Oldham drew a revolver and fired at Cooley, who to avoid being shot started to run, when Oldham fired again, this time with fatal effect, the ball taking effect in Cooley’s back, and resulting in his death twenty-four hours later.  Oldham, after shooting the last time, mounted his horse and made his escape, and at least accounts had not been captured.”
On Sunday morning, just before the Fulton City cleared for New Orleans, a colored man named Al. Reed in attempting to spring from a barge to the wharfboat, fell between them and was drowned.  There were many present ready to save him should he come to the surface, but he never rose after going down the first time.  During the day his friends tried to find the body by various means, but the method, which they seemed to rely upon most, was to throw a shirt that had been worn by the drowned man upon the water and letting it float, believing that it would halt over the body.  They worked patiently until a late hour but when we left the spot the shirt was still floating.

Wednesday, 20 Feb 1878:
MAN.—A couple of men arrived in the city yesterday from Cape Girardeau, having in charge a colored man whom they arrested believing him to be Sam Redding, who murdered the man Zimmerman at Mounds Junction some weeks ago.  Chief Arter went with the party to Villa Ridge, where it was ascertained that they had arrested the wrong man, and he was turned loose.

Thursday, 21 Feb 1878:
DEATH OF MISS MAMIE CULP.—We are pained to record the death of Miss Mamie Culp, at the residence of Mr. John Sproat, in this city, where she had been visiting only a few days.  Miss Culp was a most estimable young lady, a niece of Captain L. T. Bradley, of the transfer steamer
St. Louis.  She was attacked with fever while coming to this city, and her death occurred at 4 o’clock yesterday morning.  Her remains were taken to her home in Columbus, Kentucky, upon steamer James D. Parker, and were accompanied by her relatives and friends.
The Little Town of Malden, Mo., the Scene of a Fearful Tragedy.
An Old Feud Terminates in the Killing of Three Men.
The Greatest Excitement Over the Affair.

            Mr. T. J. Chewning, traveling salesman for the well-known firm of Burns & Degnan, dealers in saddlery, 509 North Main Street, St. Louis, called at the Bulletin office yesterday and gave us the particulars of a difficulty which occurred at Malden, Missouri, a small town in New Madrid County, and about twenty miles from the town of New Madrid, on Saturday last, in which

            Mr. Chewning was in Malden on that day and was an eyewitness to a part of the terrible affair.  The quarrel was between a young man twenty-two years old, named James Nunlee, on the one side, and Frank and William Miller and Sam Harris and Robert Robinson on the other, and in the row young Nunlee and the two Millers were killed.  From citizens of the town Mr. Chewning learned that a
existed between Nunlee and the Millers and the other parties named, but it was not generally believed that it would terminate so terribly.  The parties were a tough crowd generally and a terror to the community.
the Millers, accompanied by Harris and Robinson, came into town and as usual with them they commenced to fill up on bad whisky.  Once partially drunk, Frank and William Miller started out to hunt Nunlee, declaring their purpose to whip him.  They found Nunlee in a saloon, and at once
with him.  Finding escape impossible, Nunlee drew a revolver and shot Frank Miller in the breast, inflicting a wound, which caused his death one hour later.  Nunlee then left the saloon and went to a store nearby where he got a double-barreled shotgun.  As Nunlee was coming out of the store William Miller, who had followed him from the saloon, was just coming up, when Nunlee raised the gun and fired the entire contents of one barrel
killing him instantly.  Harris and Robinson then came up, when the former fired upon Nunlee, wounding him in the head.  Nunlee finding himself mortally wounded, ran into a millinery store nearby, followed by Harris and RobinsonNunlee passed through the store and fell to the floor in a back room, when Harris and Robinson, who had followed him into the house

and emptied the contents of their revolvers into his prostrate body, killing him on the spot.  Not content with this, the more-than-devils knelt over their dead victim and with the butt of their revolver beat his head to a jelly, and then left the house, mounted their horses and made their escape; and although closely followed, had not up to the time Mr. Chewning left Malden, been captured.  Mr. Chewning says this terrible affair is deplored by the better class of citizens of Malden, who are a law-abiding and Christian community. All the men engaged in the desperate struggle were regarded as ruffians and desperadoes, and the cause of the quarrel a feud of long standing among them.

Friday, 22 Feb 1878:
Captain Milton Harger of the towboat John Hanna, died at Pittsburg on the 19th.
Captain Richard M. Wade, superintendent of the Louisville and Cincinnati U. S. mail line steamers, died at this residence in Covington, Kentucky, at 5:20 p.m., Feb. 19, of pulmonary consumption, in the 62 years of his age, leaving a widow, son and five daughters.

Saturday, 23 Feb 1878:
Mrs. Squires, wife of a cooper in the employ of Messrs. Halliday Brothers, died suddenly on Thursday.
H. Clay McGruder, a police officer at Charleston, Missouri, who, while trying to arrest a man for stealing a pair of pants, shot and killed him, was a few days ago indicted by the grand jury for murder in the first degree.  His trial is now in progress at Charleston, and Hon. D. T. Linegar, of this city, is conducting the defense.  McGruder is a son-in-law of Mayor Winter of Cairo.

            (Henry Clay McGruder married Isabella Winter on 5 Sep 1877, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)

Sunday, 24 Feb 1878:
Mrs. Anna Weyhrich, of Sand Prairie Township, Tazewell County, was tried on a change of venue, in the Logan circuit court, last week for poisoning her husband and found guilty. The jury fixed the sentence at fourteen years in the penitentiary.  State’s Attorney William Prettyman, of Tazewell, appeared for the prosecution and Messrs. Roberts & Green for the defense.  So says the Pekin Times.
The jury in the Rande trial returned a verdict of guilty, and fixed the punishment of the desperado and murderer at imprisonment for life.  This verdict was such a disappointment to the people of Galesburg and Knox County that it was feared an effort would be made to lynch the murderer, to prevent which, the sheriff, in less than one hour after the verdict was rendered, was on his way to the penitentiary with the prisoner. In this instance the gallows has been cheated of his just dues.  In Chicago, the jury in the trial of the men Connelly and Sherry for the murder of McConvile returned a verdict of guilty and sentenced the prisoners to be hanged.
J. W. Gregory, living near White Hall, dropped dead on Saturday night last.  On the Saturday before he buried his wife, who had died of typhoid fever.  Mr. Gregory was one of the wealthiest and most influential farmers and stock raisers of Greene County.

Wednesday, 27 Feb 1878:
Such Is the Verdict in the McGruder Murder Trial.

            The case of the People vs. H. Clay McGruder, for murder, on trial in the circuit court at Charleston, Missouri, came to an end last evening, as the following dispatch shows:
CHARLESTON, Feb. 26, 7:05 p.m.

W. F. Schuckers:—The case of the People vs. H. Clay McGruder for murder is over, the jury rendering a verdict of “not guilty.”
H. Winter.

McGruder, who is a son-in-law of Mayor Winter, of this city, was a police officer, and was called upon to arrest a man for stealing some articles of clothing.  While trying to make the arrest the man broke away and ran, and was about to make his escape, when McGruder shot him, fatally.  McGruder was arrested and held to bail, in the sum of $800, but at a late session of the grand jury he was indicted for murder in the first degree.  Hon. D. T. Linegar of this city conducted the defense, while the prosecution was conducted by Messrs. Ward, one of the most prominent lawyers in southern Missouri.
Sunday, 3 Mar 1878:
There is a negro in jail in a town not a thousand miles from Cairo who is believed to be the man
Redding, who killed Mr. Zimmerman at Mounds Junction a month or six weeks ago.  At all events an officer has gone to take a peep at him with the view of identifying him. 

Wednesday, 6 Mar 1878:
Since old man Brown has been killed, another chicken thief, fully as accomplished as he, has made his appearance, and to his credit be it said, has proven himself a man of more than usual industry and ability in his profession.  Many of our downtown citizens have learned this to their sorrow.

Thursday, 7 Mar 1878:
DIED.—Presilla Robinson (colored), mother of Richard Taylor, died very suddenly at 10 o’clock p.m. on Tuesday last.  The funeral services will take place at the First Missionary Baptist Church on Fourteenth Street, at 12:30 o’clock today.  Rev. Robert Caldwell will conduct the services.  The remains will be taken to Villa Ridge for interment by a special train, which will leave the foot of Fourteenth Street at 2:30 o’clock.

Friday, 8 Mar 1878:
OBITUARY.—Died, in this city, Thursday morning, March 6th, at 2:30 o’clock, Dennis Cahill, aged thirty years, after a lingering illness at the residence of his brother, Michael Cahill, on Nineteenth Street. The funeral will leave the house for St. Patrick’s Church at 1 p.m. today. A special train will leave the foot of Eighth Street at 2 p.m. to convey the remains to Calvary Cemetery, Villa Ridge. Friends of the deceased are invited to attend.

            (Dennis Cahill married Anna Powers on 7 Jun 1877, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)

Saturday, 9 Mar 1878:
The Aiken Murder Trial—Much Excitement—The Attorneys, Etc.

SHAWNEETOWN, ILL., March 6, 1878
To the Editor of the
Cairo Bulletin:

            Dear Sir:—This town is crammed full of people who are running over with excitement, the cause of which is the retrial of John Aiken, for murder. This offense was committed fourteen years ago in White County, and Augustus Stewart was the victim. Circumstances pointed to the guilt of Aiken, and he was arrested at DeSoto, Ill., and taken to White County where he was lodged in jail. Afterwards he escaped, and last year, after a period of fourteen years, was recaptured in Colorado, and last December he was tried in the county, being brought here by a change of venue, when a verdict of guilty was rendered and the penalty of death affixed. A new trial was granted on the ground that the jury arrived at their verdicts by drawing straws, and the time for the new trial fixed the special term to convene on the first Tuesday of March, Judge John H. Hailey, of Newton, Jasper County, presiding. The People are represented by Hon. C. S. Conger, of Carmi, Ill., and E. D. Youngblood of this city. Hon. F. M. Youngblood, of Benton, and Hon. F. E. Albright, of Murphysboro, are conducting the case for the defendant.  In the first trial Judge Mulkey and Colonel Linegar, of Cairo, were assisting Mr. Youngblood in the defense, but have not appeared in the second trial. Mr. Albright came into the case after the verdict in the first trial, and made the arguments for a new trial.

            It would astonish anyone to see the movements of the parties interested. There are persons here from four or five different counties, some working for the prosecution, while others are exerting their influence for the defense. The hotel lobbies are crowded when court is not in session, and it reminds one more of an assembly of men at a state convention for political purposes than anything else I can imagine.

            About one hundred and fifty jurors have been examined and but nine have been taken. It is believed that the panel will be filled tomorrow. The evidence will be voluminous, as there are already near one hundred witnesses in attendance, and subpoenas are hourly going out for more. It is not probable that the case will be given to the jury before next week some time, and as the trial progresses I will advise you.
Tuesday, 12 Mar 1878:
Mr. John Ross, yard master for one of the railroads centering at Indianapolis, formerly yard master for the Cairo and Vincennes railroad at this place, was killed at Indianapolis on Sunday night by being run over by an engine. Mr. Ross was a nephew of Gen. Burnsides.

Wednesday, 13 Mar 1878:
Policeman Martin O’Malley died at his residence on Twenty-eighth Street yesterday after a lingering illness. He was an honest man and a faithful officer. His funeral will take place today at 2:30 o’clock from the foot of 28th Street by special train to Villa Ridge.

Ebenezer Turner, an old citizen of Quincy having lived there forty-four years, died at that place Wednesday last.

George Despenett, a wealthy farmer near Saybrook, was instantly killed by lightning Wednesday. He was mounted on a horse and the same bolt killed both rider and horse.

Judge O. L. Davis, at Danville, Wednesday last sentenced John H. Cartner, twenty-one years for murder.

A personal grievance between John Riggel and Wesley Howard, both of Ripley Township, Brown County, ended Saturday, Howard shooting Riggel, the latter dying in about an hour. Howard gave himself up and claimed in justification self-defense.

DIED.—Tuesday, March 12th, 1878, at his residence on Twenty-eighth Street, Martin O’Malley, aged forty-eight years. The funeral will take place from the late residence of the deceased by special train to Villa Ridge at 2:30 o’clock p.m. today. The train will leave from the foot of Twenty-eighth Street. The friends and acquaintances of deceased and his family are invited to attend.

            (A marker in Cairo City Cemetery at Villa Ridge has the names Martin O’Malley and Catherine O’Malley, but no dates.—Darrel Dexter)

Thursday, 14 Mar 1878:
The funeral of Martin O’Malley, which took place yesterday, was largely attended. In Mr. O’Malley our community has lost an efficient officer and an honest and honorable gentleman.

Friday, 15 Mar 1878:
DIED.—Thursday, March 14th, 1878, at 9 o’clock a.m., Anna Laura, youngest daughter of W. M. and Anna S. Davidson. The funeral services, conducted by Rev. Mr. George, will take place at the residence of the parents on Cross Street, between Washington Avenue and Walnut Street, today, at 11 o’clock. The remains will be taken to Villa Ridge by the regular train on the Illinois Central in the afternoon. Friends and acquaintances of the family are invited to attend the services.

            (William M. Davidson married Annie S. Hilby on 30 Oct 1866, in Alexander Co., Ill.  A marker in Cairo City Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads:  Anna Laura Davidson 1877-1878—Darrel Dexter)

The funeral of Billy Waugh, yesterday afternoon, was largely attended. The services, conducted by Rev. Mr. Morrison, were held in the Methodist church, and the remains escorted by the Arab Fire Co., and friends, headed by the Delta Silver Cornet Band, were taken by special train to Villa Ridge for interment.

Saturday, 16 Mar 1878:
The funeral of Anna Laura, youngest daughter of W. M. and Anna S. Davidson, took place yesterday. The remains were taken to Villa Ridge for interment by the regular afternoon train, and were followed by many friends who sympathize with the bereaved parents.

Resolutions of Respect

The following resolutions were adopted by the Arab Fire Co. in respect to the memory of William Waugh:

            The camp of Arabs is once again in mourning. Death, that fell destroyer, has silently stolen into our camp and beckoned to a worthy brother to follow to that far beyond, where all is peace and happiness, and desiring to show our true feelings to a worthy and departed brother, therefore be it

            Resolved, That in the death of our brother, William Waugh, who has been cut down while just in the prime of life, we recognize that death is no respecter of age, and it behooves us to be always prepared to embrace him at a moment’s notice.

            Resolved, That in the death of Brother Waugh, this company has lost an energetic, true and faithful members, one who dared to do his duty.

            Resolved, That we deeply sympathize with the bereaved mother, sisters and brothers in losing so affectionate a son and brother, one who has been their guide, protector and mainstay during the latter years of his life.

            Resolved, That our camp be clothed in mourning, and that a page in our journal be set apart sacred to his memory.

            Resolved, That these resolutions be printed in our daily papers and that a copy be sent under seal of our camp to his bereaved mother.
T. J. Kirth
Andrew Lohr
Harry Schuter
Tuesday, 19 Mar 1878:
The Aiken murder trial at Shawneetown came to an end on Saturday night, the jury returning a verdict of guilty and fixing Aiken’s punishment at imprisonment in the penitentiary for life. If ever there was a man who deserved hanging it is this man Aiken. The crime charged against him—and of his guilt there can be not doubt—was one of the most cold-blooded on record. But his lawyers, F. E. Albright, of Murphysboro, and F. M Youngblood of Benton, managed his case, and how well they did it is evidenced in the fact that they succeeded in saving his neck.

Several months ago a shoemaker named Owen Callihan came to this city from Paducah in search of work. He found employment in the shoe shop of Mr. R. Jones, on Commercial Avenue, where he steadily worked until a week ago yesterday, when he disappeared leaving all his tools and clothing. He was last seen at dinner in Mockler’s hotel on the corner of Fourth Street and Commercial Avenue, and although diligent search has been made he could nowhere be found. Mr. Jones, the employer, states that two or three days before his disappearance, his mind seemed to wander, his conversation being incoherent and not to the point. It is known that he was out of money at the time of his disappearance, and some of his acquaintances think it not improbable under all the circumstances, that he might have committed suicide by drowning. He has, we understand, a sister living in Louisville, and should be informed of this occurrence.
Tuesday, 26 Mar 1878:
John Wallace, the Littleton murderer, was taken from the jail by a mob at an early hour on Sunday morning and after being dragged nearly a mile at a rope’s end was swung up to a limb. Mob law is to be deprecated under any circumstances, but if ever there was a fiend in human shape who deserved to be hanged it was this man Wallace.

A colored woman employed as cook at the residence of Dr. C. W. Dunning, corner of Ninth and Walnut streets, was severely burned yesterday, and her recovery is considered doubtful. She was in the act of removing a pie from the oven of the cooking stove, when by some unexplained means, her clothing caught fire, and before it could be put out she was terribly burned about the face, breast and stomach. Old Charlie, the hostler in the doctor’s employ, was badly burned about the hands in his efforts to save the woman. Drs. Dunning and Smith attended them.

Chief of Police Arter assisted by Officers Hogan and Sheehan, yesterday arrested a colored man named Alfred King, who is wanted in Mississippi on a charge of murder.

Friday, 29 Mar 1878:
Died.—Thursday, March 28th, 1878, Arthur Wood, infant son of Steven and Henrietta Bradley, aged one year, one month, and eleven days. Funeral services conducted by Elder
Davis, of the A. M. E. Church will take place at the residence of the parents on Seventh between Walnut and Cedar streets at 2 o’clock. A special train will leave the foot of Sixth Street for Villa Ridge at 3 o’clock. Friends of the family are invited to attend the funeral.

            (Stephen en Bradley married Henrietta Myers on 23 Jul 1873, in Alexander Co., Ill.  A marker in Cairo City Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads:  Arthur W. Bradley Died March 2_, 1878, Aged (illegible) Stephen W. Bradley died April 1, 1876, Aged 15 (illegible) Sons of S. & H. Bradley—Darrel Dexter)

Tuesday, 2 Apr 1878:
John Betts, a prominent and well-known businessman of Centralia was found dead in the cellar of his place of business on yesterday, Monday, morning.  It is said that he had drank to excess on Sunday and going to the cellar is supposed to have taken with apoplexy and died suddenly.

            (The 5 Apr 1878, issue corrected this item, stating it was John’s brother, Valentine Betts, who was found dead.—Darrel Dexter)
A floater was fished out of the Ohio River near Halliday Brothers warehouse yesterday about noon.  It is supposed to be the body of a colored man drowned a few days ago by falling overboard from the steamer John Means.

Thursday, 4 Apr 1878:
About a week ago Constable John Sheehan and Chief Arter and Police Constable Hogan received word from Bolivar, Mississippi, to be on the lookout for a colored man named Alfred King, charged with the murder of another colored man at Bolivar, and who was supposed to be making his way to this city.  A day or two after receiving this notice Constable Sheehan found King at work in Cline’s brick yard and at once arrested him.  King was locked up and the authorities at Bolivar notified of his arrest.  Yesterday Deputy Sheriff J. D. Shelby of that place arrived in the city after King, and left again in the afternoon on his return with the prisoner in charge.  We understand there is a reward of $200 due the officers who arrested King.

Friday, 5 Apr 1878:
The county jail now contains only four prisoners.  Of these, the man Burklow, under sentence of death, and Frank Kennedy, awaiting trial on a charge of murder, were brought from Johnson County to Cairo, the jail in Vienna not being a safe place to keep them.
We stated in Tuesday’s issue that a certain John Betts, a Centralia merchant, had been found dead in his cellar, and that his death was caused by apoplexy brought on by excessive drinking.  John Betts, was not found dead; it was his brother, Valentine Betts, and we have it from friends of the deceased, that although he died of apoplexy, it was not brought on by excessive drinking. 
Wednesday, 10 Apr 1878:
A telegram received in this city yesterday announced the death of Mrs. Armstrong, aged mother of Mr. George Armstrong, of the Cairo and Vincennes railroad.  Mr. Armstrong expected to start this morning by the Cairo and Vincennes road for Pittsburg to attend the funeral. 

Wednesday, 17 Apr 1878:
It is said that the colored servant girl, who was so severely burned a short time ago at the residence of Dr. Dunning, though still alive, cannot recover.
A German about eighty years old named Wurtz committed suicide in Paducah last Sunday.  Despondency, it is said, was the cause.
A shocking accident occurred on Friday last a short distance above Unity, in this county, by which a colored woman came to her death in a singular and shocking manner.  She was sitting in her house smoking her pipe, when some of the fire fell into her lap and set fire on her clothing.  She tried to put out the fire, but could not, and when it commenced to flame she started to run to her husband, who was working a couple of hundred yards from the house.  Her screams attracted his attention but before he could get to her, she was so badly burned that she died in a very short time.  Our informant could not give us the name of the unfortunate creature, but vouchsafes the truth of this statement.

Thursday, 18 Apr 1878:
We hear that the colored servant whose clothes caught fire in the residence of Dr. C. W. Dunning some time ago, died yesterday afternoon from the effect of the burns she received.

Friday, 19 Apr 1878:
The Paducah Sun gives the following account of the killing of a man named William Leavel in Ballard County, a few days ago:  “From Mr. Charles Noble, who was in the city Wednesday, we received further particulars of the difficulty which resulted in the killing of Mr. William Leavel, at the John Moore farm in Ballard County.  The origin of the difficulty was as follows:  Several weeks ago at a party in that neighborhood, Leavel asked a young lady to dance with him and she refused to do so.  A short time afterwards he lighted a firecracker and threw it in the room and it exploded at her feet, greatly alarming her.  A young man named Mills went to Kirt Leavel and charged him with the act, which he denied.  Some words then passed and they agreed to meet at the house of the Christian boys, on the
Moore farm, to settle the matter with knives, the understanding being that when either one said “enough” they were to be separated.  According to agreement, they met last Friday and renewed the difficulty in the house, but Christian ordered them out, and they went into the lane, where after using some very rough language to each other, they commenced cutting.  After a few passes Mills was severely cut in the bowels, and the parties were separated.  At this juncture a friend of Mills remarked that he intended Mills should have fair play, and William Leavel said he wanted it understood that his brother should have fair play too.  In the meantime Mills had regained his feet and drawing a pistol, aimed at Kirt Leavel, but missed him and struck his brother, killing him almost instantly.  It was a sad affair.  At last accounts it was thought Mills would recover.”

            (The 16 May 1878, issue of the newspaper gives the names of those involved as Doc Mills and William and Robert Learel.—Darrel Dexter)

Saturday, 20 Apr 1878:
A floater was fished out of the Ohio River at the lower end of town last night.  Coroner Fitzgerald held an inquest on the body, but the identity of the “corpse” could not be established.
A telegram from Mr. Oberly, who is now in Springfield, to the editor of the Bulletin, announces that the man Tom Ellis, has been pardoned by the governor.  Ellis was convicted at the last May term of the circuit court on a charge of horse stealing.  For several months his health has been failing and it was feared that further confinement would prove fatal to him.
The floater, supposed to be Al. Read, came up outside the wharfboat yesterday, badly decomposed.  The body was secured at the coal yard, and will be properly buried.  We believe there is not doubt about this being that of Al. Read.

            (His name is recorded as Alfred Reed in the 19 Feb 1878, issue.—Darrel Dexter
Thursday, 25 Apr 1878:
The case of the murderer Burkelow, pending before the Supreme Court, will be disposed of at the June term.  Burkelow, in the meantime, is confined in the Alexander County jail for safekeeping.

Friday, 26 Apr 1878:
On account of the death of Benson G. Gillmore, the Odd Fellows sociable, which was to come off tonight, has been postponed.

            (This may be the same person as Bowen G. Gilmore who married Eliza Monroe on 29 Oct 1868, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)
A man named McLinn, while crossing the track near Galigher’s mill was, on Wednesday night, at 9 o’clock, run over by engine No. 114, while backing down with five empty coal cars.  The cars, after shoving him along the track and bruising him up considerably, ran over his wrist and cut off his right hand.  He was carried to the stone depot where Dr. Wardner amputated the arm just below the elbow and made him otherwise as easy as possible.  It is thought that he cannot recover.  McLinn is a blacksmith by trade and came to this city a few days ago from Pulaski Station, and is not, as some say, an employee of the Illinois Central road.  He has one daughter living.  His wife is dead.  His age is forty-four years.  A pint bottle full of bad XXX Kentucky whisky was found on his person, and he says that on Wednesday he drank three pints of the same stuff.  We conclude from this that he was pretty well “set up” before he was “knocked down.”

            (The 1 May 1878, issue of the paper corrects the man’s name.  It was McGinn.—Darrel Dexter
Wednesday, 1 May 1878:
McGinn, not McLinn, as was stated in one of last week’s issue, who had his hand crushed on the Central road, is still living.  His age makes his recovery doubtful. 


Thursday, 2 May 1878:
The body of J. W. Parker, M. D., of Washington City, was brought to this city on the James D. Parker.

The pilot George Dougherty, believed to be one of the unfortunate men who lost their lives yesterday by the explosion of the Warner, was well known in this city. He had among our townspeople a host of warm friends who will heartily mourn his untimely death.

Explosions of the Towboat
Warren, at Memphis—All the Crew Lost But One Man—Pilot George Dougherty Believed to Be Among the Lost.

            The telegraph yesterday brought in intelligence that the towboat Warner, which has been running between St. Louis and New Orleans in the bulk grain trade, exploded her boilers near Memphis and sunk in deep water. It is believed that all on board, except Mate Cassiday and three roustabouts were lost. The Warner was commanded by Captain George Dawson, whose brother, Captain James Dawson, was on the Crescent City. Mr. George Dougherty was one of the pilots. These are all the facts relative to the terrible disaster that Mr. Kent, the manager of the Western Union office in this city, could get yesterday. The Warner was an excellent towboat and was on her way up the river at the time of he disaster.

Friday, 3 May 1878:
Captain Dawson Among the Lost.
List of the Killed, Wounded, and Saved.

            The list of persons on board embraced twenty-five. The persons known to be lost are Capt. George W. Dawson, Pilot Richard Kennett, and second fireman William Petitt, of St. Louis. Possibly several other persons may have perished, but this is not known. The following is a list of persons injured: Jake Cox, of Aurora, Indiana, badly injured about the head, but not dangerously; Nicholas Gabb, scalded in the feet; Patrick Thompson, fireman, slightly bruised; Peter Conley, fireman, slightly bruised; Mrs. Clara Peyton, chambermaid, from St. Louis, right hand and cheek scalded and right eye injured; Barney Cassidy, mate, painfully scalded, but not dangerously; John Sullivan, cook, bruised about the arm and body; John Greer, fireman, slightly bruised in the side; John Poe, clerk, injured by abrasions in the chest, arms and back, but no serious wounds or broken bones; Napoleon D. Bennett, pantryman, arm and head slightly injured.

Saturday, 4 May 1878:
John Puckett, a carpenter sixty-three years old, and for years a resident of this city, met with an accident yesterday morning about eight o’clock which, we regret to say, will probably end in death. He was engaged on the building now in course of erection by Mr. W. G. Cary, on the corner of Fourth and Walnut streets. In the course of the work it fell to his share to set a doorframe. This was on the evening before the accident occurred. It appears that on resuming work yesterday morning he supposed that he had completed that particular task; but, fatally for him, he neglected nailing the bottom of one of the studding. Outside and about a foot below the door a scaffolding had been improvised. In attempting to swing himself upon this he caught at the studding, which, being loose, gave way, precipitating him head foremost to the ground. Mr. Cary, who was present, immediately went to his assistance and found him lying insensible. The injured man was removed to his residence, and the services of Dr. Parker secured. It is said his collarbone was broken, and he sustained other serious injuries about the head, neck and shoulder. At about 8 o’clock last evening we were informed he was in a very critical condition and ere this reaches our readers he may have passed away. As has been stated, Mr. Puckett was an old man and the father of a large family, who have the sympathy of the community in their distress.

(Mr. Puckett survived his injuries, according to the 28 May 1878, issue of the newspaper.—Darrel Dexter
Wednesday, 8 May 1878:
James Hushen’s wife died at the Anna Insane Asylum on Friday last. She will be remembered by our people as the woman who attempted to commit suicide by jumping into the sipe water about two years since.

Friday, 10 May 1878:
Casidy, the mate of the ill fated towboat Warner, who was so severely scalded by the explosion, came up on the Capitol City from Memphis yesterday morning and was taken to the hospital. Cox, the pilot who suffered severe injuries, was also a passenger on the same boat. He goes to St. Louis for medical treatment.


Sunday, 12 May 1878:

            Sometime ago, Dr. Barnes, superintendent of the Southern Illinois Hospital for the Insane, was assaulted and shot at by Mr. John McNamee, who, at the time he made the assault, was an attendant in the hospital.  The rumored cause of the difficulty was very damaging to the reputation of Dr. Barnes, who occupies a position the incumbent of which should be above suspicion of certain weaknesses too common among the ordinary run of everyday male mortals.  McNamee, the assailant, a man who was one of the most highly esteemed employees about the hospital, was influenced to the assault by jealousy.  He believed Dr. Barnes had abused his confidence in a manner we cannot, with due regard for the modesty of our readers, properly characterize.  That he was mistaken, the Board of Trustees of the Anna institution, composed of honest and conscientious gentlemen, lately declared.  To make the verdict of the board all that it was intended to be, Mr. Bruner, the Democratic member, offered a resolution expressing confidence in the doctor and declaring him to be the man for the place he now occupies.  The resolution, we need not say, was adopted unanimously.  As a matter of course we concur in this conclusion of the board; but we may be pardoned for suggesting that Dr. Barnes should be more discreet in the future than he has been in the past.  The facts in the McNamee case justify us in giving this advice. 

            McNamee was an employee in the hospital of which Barnes was the superintendent.  McNamee had a young wife, who lived at Anna.  Barnes, being a man of friendly disposition, with a mind innocent of offense, was in the habit of paying brief visits to McNamee's wife at McNamee's house while McNamee was absent from home, at the hospital, more than a mile distant.  Finally, McNamee's wife was hired as an attendant at the hospital; and Barnes, being at Anna in a buggy on the day McNamee's wife intended to go to the hospital, offered to take her out to the hospital in the buggy, by his side.  That Barnes drove to the hospital by an unfrequented road will occasion no surprise when it is remembered that he had business at the limekilns, which are on the unfrequented road, and the fact that he drove a short distance beyond the line of the hospital, has been explained in a satisfactory manner.  McNamee's wife testifies to the unexceptionable conduct of Barnes, and Barnes, thanking the Lord for his skin not perforated by a McNamee pistol ball, emerges from the scandal with very little of the smell upon his moral garments usually left by the smoke of a bad action discovered and published to the world.  But the fact is nevertheless apparent that the doctor was on too familial terms with this female subordinates.  The superintendent of a public institution, employing the services of many subordinates, male and female, cannot be too careful of his conduct.  It is not necessary that he should be as haughty as a duke is said to be, but when he gets down from his proper place upon terms of familiarity with his subordinates, his ability to enforce discipline becomes crippled and, unless, he has peculiar and unusual characteristics, soon becomes involved in disputes and demoralizing difficulties.  In particular the superintendent of an institution like that over which Dr. Barnes presides, should not become socially familiar with his female employees.  He cannot do so and escape calumny.  Were he as pure as the best of men, and should even occasionally indulge in the practice of courteously accommodating his female subordinates to buggy rides by his side, down by lonesome lime kilns on unfrequented roads, he would soon have a character blackened by rumors and scandalous practices, and, even though innocent, would be unfit for his place.  The doctor should learn to avoid even the appearance of evil.  He should hold his female help at arm's length, that he may not be suspected of holding them in his arms.
Wednesday, 15 May 1878:
The James W. Gaff arrived yesterday afternoon from Cincinnati with a fair trip of freight and people. Upon the arrival of the Gaff here, Captain Wise received a telegram from his home near Cincinnati, imparting the sad news of the death of his father, who was ill when the Gaff left Cincinnati, but was not considered in danger. His death occurred yesterday afternoon. Captain Wise leaves this morning by the Cairo and Vincennes Railroad to attend the funeral. He has many warm friends, both on the river and on shore, who will sympathize with him in his bereavement. The Gaff goes to Memphis with Col. Moore, her clerk, in command.

Thursday, 16 May 1878:
Several weeks since a difficulty occurred in the northern part of Ballard County between Doc Mills and two brothers, Robert and William Learell, in which the latter was killed. Mills immediately left the country and has not been heard of since. E. D Heady, who was present and witnessed the whole affray, is now on trial, charged with being accessory to the act. The investigation promises to be interesting and lengthy, and the details will be given to our readers in due time.

            (The 19 Apr 1878, issue of the newspaper gives the names of those involved as Kirt Leavel and William Leavel.—Darrel Dexter)

The young man, Harrison, charged with the murder of Jimmy Tucker—an account of which was published in The Bulletin several days since—was tried by an examining court last Thursday, and held to answer an indictment for manslaughter.  In default of bail, he was committed to jail.


Day before yesterday a lady who lived with the family of William Ashbrooks in Ballard County, Ky., was standing near the fire washing her infant child when her dress caught fire, and before assistance could reach her she was burned to a crisp.  Medical skill was employed in vain.  She died yesterday in endurable agony.

Sunday, 19 May 1878:
FUNERAL NOTICE.—The friends of Mr. and Mrs. Leo Kleb are invited to attend the funeral of their son, Leo, Jr., aged 3 years, 1 month, and 14 days, tomorrow (Monday) at two o’clock, by a special train to Villa Ridge.

A Three-Year-Old Child of Mr. Leo Kleb Falls Backward into a Bucket of Scalding Water, and Death Results.

            A fatal accident, the result of carelessness, occurred at Mr. Leo Kleb’s house on the levee, yesterday morning, about ten o’clock. A servant left a bucket of scalding water on the foot and a two-year-old child of Mr. Kleb, in playing, walked backward toward it and stumbling, fell in. The accident at first, was not thought to be of dangerous nature, and the child was afforded prompt relief. It continued, to all appearances, to do well throughout the day and part of the night. About ten minutes before 11 last night, it was seized with spasms and death ensued to relieve its sufferings. It was a favorite child and the afflicted family has the sympathy of the community in their distress. The funeral notice appears elsewhere.

            (The child was 3 years old, as stated in the headline and not 2 years old as stated in the article.  A marker in Cairo City Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads:  Leo Kleb April 4, 1875-May 18, 1878.—Darrel Dexter)

Tuesday, 21 May 1878:

            Although the intelligence reached this city Saturday, we did not learn until last evening that Capt. John S. Hacker had breathed his last. Born in 1792, and consequently in his eighty-sixth year, his death was not wholly unexpected. A correspondent of the St. Louis Republican in announcing his death says, “He came to Illinois in 1810 and was a valuable acquisition to the settlement, and has figured largely in the history of southern Illinois. He was married to Miss Elizabeth Milliken, whose father gave the name of Milliken’s Bend to a curve in the Mississippi River, well known to the river men. Before steamboats were known on the river, and while yet a young man, he made several trips to New Orleans on keelboats. He was sent as a senator to the state legislature time and again, ever receiving the sanction and approval of his constituents. He has ever been an advocate and defender of the principles of democracy. In the Mexican War the captain and his company performed an important part in the memorable battle of Buena Vista, where the Mexican forces, though four to one, were badly beaten and Santa Anna caused to retreat precipitately. His has been truly an eventful life. He saw the whole country pass through the War of 1812, the war with Mexico and the late civil war. He saw the whole western country, from the Ohio River to the Pacific Ocean, a dense wilderness only inhabited by savages, reclaimed, settled, and in the highest state of civilization.” He died at Jonesboro and was buried in the cemetery at that place on yesterday.

            (The 25 May 1878, Jonesboro Gazette stated that John Shaffer Hacker, was born in Davies Co., Ky., in November 1789, and died 18 May 1878, at the home of his daughter, Mrs. A. Simonds, aged 89 years.—Darrel Dexter)

Cook Thompson (colored) who was a roustabout on the C. W. Anderson, was struck on the head with a hammer, while in his bunk asleep some days since, as the boat was a few miles below Nashville, Tenn. He was brought to the hospital in this city, and died Sunday afternoon. His case presented some remarkable features. He did not swallow a mouthful of food or drink, nor did he utter a word from the time the blow was struck until death intervened. It is said that Thompson, the day previous to his assassination, struck a fireman on the boat with a billet of wood, and it is conjectured that this fireman used the hammer and dealt the blow. When Thompson first came to the hospital it was impossible to tell the exact character of the wound, which was located over the left eye, but as soon as it was ascertained that there was an indentation in the skull, Surgeon Waldo trepanned it, in the hope of relieving the pressure that evidently caused his paralyzed condition. When the operation was performed it was discovered that there was no fracture of the inner surface of the skull, but that the trouble lay in the brain, where the instrument of the physician did not dare be used.

Wednesday, 22 May 1878:
Mr. Thomas H. Clark, our (Golconda’s) clever prosecuting attorney, is back home from Henry County, Tenn. He was called there to attend the burial of his father.

The bodies of two murdered men were found in the river at Pell Wiley’s place in Livingston County, Ky., last Friday evening. They were identified as being two medicine peddlers who had been in the vicinity a few days previous. One of them was shot through the back of the head, the other through the side of the head just back of the ear. Both were ripped open in the abdomen, and their bowels were protruding. They are now buried on Pell Wiley’s farm three miles below Carrsville. Their names are Henry C. Benson, of Madison, Ind., and Edward C. McClaren, of Massachusetts. It has since been ascertained that John Hill and Frank Balou, recently of Johnson County, Ill., who were tending a crop on Mr. Wiley’s place, are the murderers. Saturday morning blood was noticed on Frank Balou’s boots and in his wagon. He tried to borrow money from a farmer named Bess. Mr. Bess questioned him in regard to the blood, whereupon he confessed that he and John Hill killed the two men for their money one week ago. He said their bodies laid in the cornfield until Thursday night when he agreed to haul them to the river if Hill would push them out into the current—Hill failed to do so and the bodies were found near the spot where they had been placed in some drift. He acknowledged that the crime was done for money but that they failed to get any. Mr. Bess neglected to act at once and both the friends are now at large. Mr. Benson’s twin brother, who is also a peddler, expected to meet his brother here (Golconda) last Saturday. He is terribly shocked over the developments of the past two days and is now in pursuit of the two assassins. Our citizens here have supplied him with money and some of them are arranging to go with him.

            (The name of one of the alleged murderers was spelled ed Ballew in the 29 May 1878, issue.—Darrel Dexter

Thursday, 23 May 1878:
The trial of Thomas Mitchell, charged with the killing of Joseph Benson, at Stone Fort, about seven years ago, was taken up in the Saline Circuit Court last week. State’s Attorney Hartwell, W. W. Clemens, Esq., J. B. Calvert, Esq., A. T. Benson, A. J. Benson, A. M. Askew, and W. L. Benson, of this place were in attendance. The trial occupied the entire week and on Saturday night, at 11 o’clock the jury brought in a verdict of manslaughter, and fixed Mitchell’s penalty at two years in the penitentiary.

Michael Ryan, who was sent to the penitentiary from Alexander County in 1874 and recently transferred to Chester, was last week taken to the insane asylum at Anna, his mind having become deranged.

Two brothers named Bayler living two miles east of Carbondale, got into a quarrel recently, and one wounded the other very seriously by stabbing him in several places.

Mrs. Anna M. Casey, widow of the late Hon. Samuel R. Casey, died at her residence in Mt. Carmel last week. 

Friday, 24 May 1878:
A Young Girl of Sixteen Is Assassinated by a Notorious Negro at
Hodges Park.

            From parties who came down on the Narrow Gauge road yesterday afternoon we have been enabled to glean a few meager particulars of a terrible affair which occurred at Hodges Park between three and four o’clock yesterday afternoon. None of our informants were able to positively state the name of either the negro or his victim, although several of the gentlemen conversed with the wounded girl’s father who boarded the train at Hodges Park and came down the road as far as Beech Ridge, in search of medical assistance. Inquiries instituted in the city, however, point to a notorious negro known as “Swinegan,” yellowish in color and between twenty-eight and thirty years of age, as the author of the crime, and a Miss Edwards aged about sixteen and daughter of Mr. Edwards, engaged in the milling business, the victim. The father says the negro has long entertained a strong dislike for his daughter, who offended him some time back, and has, it seems, waited for his opportunity to harm the girl. A short while before the shooting occurred, the negro was sitting on a fence, which commanded a view of the house in which the girl resides, watching, apparently, the construction of a church in the immediate vicinity. He was seen to dismount from the fence, cross the field to the house, and without saying a word advanced upon his victim and shot her, the ball striking the nose on the left side and passing, it is said, through the head and lodging at the base of the brain. Another version is that the ball struck the nose on the left side of the face, and glancing passed off. We have no means to ascertain the exact truth, owing to the lateness of the hour, and the fact that no telegraphic communication could be had. After the perpetration of the act, the negro fled to the timber, with about fifty men in pursuit.

Saturday, 25 May 1878:
Five persons were recently killed in Tamaroa by the explosion of a boiler in a steam mill.

Capture of the Assassin Bill Thompson.
He Is Lodged in the
County Jail by Deputy Sheriff Hodges—The Supposed Cause of the Deed—His Previous Bad Character—The Feeling at the Park and in the Neighborhood.

            With a view to learning and giving to the readers of the Bulletin the full particulars of the terrible tragedy, which occurred at Hodges Park on Tuesday evening, of which a meager account was published yesterday, a reporter of this paper visited the scene of the deplorable affair yesterday morning. Upon arriving, our reporter’s attention was immediately challenged by a large crowd of men and boys, black and white, standing on a corner of the village, but a few steps from the depot, engaged in what was evidently a conversation of much interest to them, and he at once made his way into the assembly, confident that the topic which seemed to absorb the minds of the throng was the same subject that had called him among them. On conversing with a number of men who seemed to possess the most knowledge of the tragedy, our reporter gleaned the following particulars; which among the people of the village, are accredited with being the facts surrounding the deed, though several other reports as to the cause are in circulation.

            Bill Thompson or “Nigger Bill,” as he is called, is a youth of about nineteen years of age, five feet eight inches high, smooth faced and with a dark copper colored skin. He is a rather intelligent, good looking darkey, and to look at him, one would not be likely to think him as great a fiend as the inhuman deed which he perpetrated on Thursday stamps him with being. He is the son of an inoffensive, hard-working widow woman who lives near Richwood schoolhouse, about two and a half miles from Hodges Park. Mrs. Thompson has on many occasions tried to induce Bill to stay at home and help her at work of raising and selling vegetables, etc., but he refused to comply with her wishes, preferring to stay about the village of Hodges Park, and Unity, and living by petty thieving and by the alms given him by the people of the locality.

            His is accredited with being a most disreputable character, and it is said has been mixed up in nearly all the pilfering, disturbances, etc., that have taken place in the neighborhood since he was a child. The last job that he is supposed to have had his hand in, was the robbing of a trunk, the property of Miss Lizzie Weimeyer, who lives with her parents at Unity; and it was because Agnes Edwards, the young girl who now lies at the point of death at Hodges Park (who has been the intimate friend and lady companion of Miss Weimeyer for a long time) remarked one day recently that she believed Bill robbed the trunk, that the fiend tried to take away her life. When the fatal shot was fired, Miss Agnes was standing in a shed adjoining the house of Mr. Ben F. Curtis. Bill, who is well known by everybody in the village, had gone into the house, and, taking up Mr. Curtis’ baby, began playing with it, when Mrs. Curtis entered the room. He gave the baby to its mother, and going to a window fronting the shed where Miss Edwards was standing, stood gazing at her. Mrs. Curtis called to Agnes to take the basket and go over to the warehouse and get some potatoes, when Bill remarked, “If you don’t (meaning if she did not obey Mrs. Curtis)—I’ll shoot you.” The young girl, with no thought of the scoundrel’s intention turned around, saying as she turned her face to him, “Well shoot,” when he leveled his revolver at her, and taking deliberate aim, fired. The ball struck the unfortunate girl on the left side of the nose, and passing backward around the cheekbone, lodged in the neck just back of the left ear. Miss Edwards was removed to her father’s house, about one hundred yards distant, from the spot where the shooting took place, and Dr. Mott, of Villa Ridge was called. Upon examination he found her wound to be of character that would not permit probing for the ball. When our reporter left the Park yesterday, at eleven o’clock, Miss Edwards was suffering terribly, and was beyond all hope of recovery.

            The murderer, immediately after firing at his victim, deserted the house and fled to the woods. He was captured about two and a half miles northeast of Hodges Park, at Unity bridge, by two young men, Graves Landers, employed at the Landers Manufacturing Company’s mills, and Harry Lautz, of Unity, within an hour after the murder was committed.

            The feeling of indignation against Thompson was very great, and lynching was freely talked of, and he would, in all probability, have paid the penalty of his crime on the limb of a tree, had it not been for the efforts and arguments of a few of the more cool-headed and deliberate men of the village, who succeeded in getting the darkey into their power and locking him up in a grocery store, where he remained until the arrival of Deputy Sheriff Jack Hodges, who, by the means of a hand car, reached the Park about two o’clock yesterday morning, and took him in charge. Thompson was brought to this city and locked up in the county jail about noon yesterday. We are informed by Mr. Hodges that an effort will be made to induce Judge Baker to have a special grand jury empanelled to act on the prisoner’s case, that he may be given a trial during the present term of circuit court.

            (Bill Thompson’s name was actually Bill Thomas.  He is in the 1870 census of Unity, Alexander Co., Ill., as William Thomas, black, 13, born in Louisiana.  He was living in the household with his mother, Elizabeth Thomas, 42, born in Virginia.  Others in the family were Henry Thomas, 9, and Hamon Thomas, 8, both born in Louisiana.—Darrel Dexter.)


Sunday, 26 May 1878
DIED.—At her residence on Fourth Street, between Washington Avenue and Walnut, in the fifty-seventh year of her age, Mrs. Ann Sexton.  The funeral will take place from her residence today at 1:30 p.m.  A special train will leave corner Fourth and Levee at 2 o’clock.  Friends of the family are invited to attend.
The Craig murder case will continue to occupy the attention of the circuit court.  It is thought that Monday will finish it.


The Husband of Mrs. McNamee Makes a Few Remarks.
He Indulges in (?)s and Calls Dr. Barnes Naughty Names

(From the
Jonesboro Gazette)
KAOLIN, ILL., May 13, 1878

            EDITOR Gazette.—Please allow me, for this once, and this once only, to reply to Hon. (?) John E. Detrich, whose card appears in your issue of May 4th. Whatever doubts may have been on my mind as to the gentleman's truth and veracity have been dispelled by his willful perversion of facts.  The gentleman (?) starts out to say, "It would not be proper for me to permit myself to be drawn into a newspaper controversy with anyone about the subject matter of his card, but I may," &c., and the Hon. John straightway goes for a newspaper and endeavors to (though laboriously) set himself straight before the public.  The gentleman harps a good deal about investigation.  Does the gentleman call it investigation when he attempts, as he did on Monday, May 1st, to order me from the room where the "whitewashing" was going on?  Is it not rather intimidation when I had to caution the Hon. (?) gentleman to keep his hands to himself—that I did not come to be abused by him, nor to be insulted by his honor?  Dr. Detrich, why is it you and your co-laborers on the investigation whitewashing operation don't publish the proceedings of your so-called investigation?  Why do you not publish the testimony of the witnesses examined?  Come, John, before you leave us for the halls of Congress, do let us know what kind of a whitewasher you are.  Let the light of day into your mode of investigation.  Investigation?  forsooth!  My dear John, if I did go to Tennessee, let me assure you I was not paid to go, but I could get paid to stay away, and that, too, Hon. John E. Detrich, by parties not a thousand miles away from your investigation chamber.  "I will not stoop to use fitting terms to express contempt."  Now, John, is dot so?  Reserve your contempt, John, for your whitewashed doctor, whom you never alluded to in your virtuous high indignation article.  I thank you, John, for being so careful of me to be sure not to cause my arrest.  What did I do to you, Mr. John, that you should cause my arrest or am I to understand you are the guardian of Dr. Barnes?  If the lascivious doctor thinks he has cause for my arrest, the courts of the country are open for him.  Now, John, is it not because the libertine doctor don't like to face a jury of his countrymen, bearing the character for female despoilation that he does?  Had the doctor not "cheek" enough to be seen parading the streets of Anna no more, as in former days in the hey-day of his self-importance, or is he attending more closely to his duties?  I was not aware that it is a personal thing to publish the fact of an aspirant for Congress.  I presume some will think, too, I am personal when I intimate that it is good to be a politician.  Just see how easy it was for the Hon. John to get his son into a snug berth at the asylum—that of assistant clerk.  Was this the price, my dear John, you got for your whitewashing?  In conclusion, Hon. John E. Detrich, no one expects you to do anything more than what you have done.  You went through the form of an investigation but it was well known what your verdict would be before you convened for the purpose. You may as well try to cleanse Beecher of the stain of Tiltonism, as to attempt to prove the immaculate character of your lecherous doctor.  He is too well known for any vindication at your hands; better mind your candidacy, John.  The doctor may or may not continue at the head of affairs here, but I was here before the doctor came amongst us, or you shed the light of your countenance on us as trustee, John, and I will likely be here, too, when the doctor and you will have departed for other climes.  In the meantime, Mr. Detrich, permit me to suggest:  You may never sit in the halls of Congress, but should a kind fate send you there, please have more regard for the truth, and of the sacred rights of the poor men who may vote for you, and whose homes you have indirectly despoiled by whitewashing a victorious despoiler of female virtue.  I am, doctor, John, yours respectfully. 
John McNamee

Sometime ago, Hon, John E. Detrich, one of the trustees of the Southern Illinois Hospital for the Insane, located at Anna, published a card abusive of Mr. John McNamee, who had been guilty of no other offense against Hon. John E. Detrich than the possession of a wife suspected of disloyalty.  Why Hon. John E. Detrich was angry because of Mr. McNamee had such a wife and did not enjoy the fact, is a subject that might challenge the investigating ability of an average congressman; but, we are compelled to the conclusion, that the honorable gentleman's anger resulted from the fact that Mr. McNamee, in his anger, had suspected Dr. Barnes and had shot at that gentleman.  Hon. John E. Detrich is a man who stands by his friends.  Dr. Barnes is one of his friends.  In fact, Dr. Barnes admires Hon. John E. Detrich and would be delighted by the _____ of that gentleman to Congress.  Hon. John E. Detrich, had a right, as we look at the matter, to be angry with Mr. McNamee on his friend’s account.  His friends had done nothing to justify Mr. McNamee in shooting at him.  His friend had, it is true, been in the habit of calling at Mr. McNamee's house, when Mr. McNamee was away from home and Mrs. McNamee wasn't.  But, then, Hon. John E. Detrich knew how pure of mind the doctor was and how innocent these little visits were; and he had a right to be angry with Mr. McNamee, because Mr. McNamee when he ascertained that Dr. Barnes was being attentive to his wife, did not like the information.  It is also true, that Dr. Barnes had kindly taken Mr. McNamee's wife up in his buggy, and in carrying her to the asylum, had left the main road and jogged along down by out-of-the-way limekilns and out beyond the line of the asylum farm.  But had Mr. McNamee when informed of this circumstance by an anonymous letter, a right to get angry and shoot at the polite and accommodating doctor?  John E. Detrich was of the opinion that he did not, and therefore Hon. John E. Detrich gave Mr. McNamee a piece of his mind through the papers. And now, Mr. McNamee, through the columns of the Jonesboro Gazette, fires a letter at Hon. John E. Detrich.  He indulges in the crushing sarcasm of putting an interrogation mark inside of parentheses whenever he places "Hon." before Mr. Detrich's name.  And he fairly annihilates his enemy by calling him "John" and addressing him in familiar manner.  In this way he shows a plentiful lack of dignity, and proves himself to be anything but "one of those literary fellows."  He, however,  makes certain charges which should receive attention.  He says that Dr. Barnes has been whitewashed, and that Hon. John E. Detrich was the whitewasher; that the trustees are afraid to publish the testimony that was taken by them in the Barnes-McNamee investigation; that the doctor is a naughty man, and more of the same kind of stuff.  Of course, it is stuff.  Hon. John E. Detrich, who ought to know, will give you his word of honor that all McNamee says is stuff.  But why does not Dr. Barnes vindicate himself in some other way than by the report of the board of trustees—a board composed of honest gentlemen who are his friends?  Why not arrest Mr. McNamee?  Why does he consent to let this man run at large, charging him with a serious crime?  Is he afraid of the law?  Does he believe that an investigation should show that McNamee had a right to shoot at him?  We do not believe he does.  But if he does not—if he is holing off because he believes Mr. McNamee to be a man laboring under a delusion—a man to be pitied and not punished—he should not permit his friends, like Hon. John E. Detrich, to abuse the poor fellow.  He should call off all the pack of calumniates now barking at McNamee's heels.

Tuesday, 28 May 1878:
Mr. Puckett, who was injured some time since by falling from Mr. Cary’s building, was on the streets Sunday.  Mr. P. has exhibited wonderful vitality during his painful confinement.

A Large Crowd Witnesses the Closing Scenes of the Craig Trial—A Fair Sprinkling of the Fair Sex—A Resume of the History of the Case.

            The Bulletin has carefully refrained during the progress of the Craig trial from giving publicity to any facts connected with the case that could possibly be construed to the prejudice of the people or the defendant.  As the conclusion of the trial removes all bans of that score, and as the case has excited considerable interest, we give a brief history of its salient points, as adduced in evidence.  At the September term of the Alexander Circuit Court, 1876, an indictment was found, accusing James Craig of the murder of Thomas Morrow.  The case has been continued from court to court, until last Thursday it was called for final trial.  The facts of the homicide had been extensively discussed throughout the county, and great difficulty was had in finding twelve jurors without a disqualifying opinion.  Out of the one hundred and twenty summoned, the following gentlemen were chosen, and duly sworn to try the solemn issue:  O. B. Hunter, E. G. Hill, G. M. Frazier, Joseph Dixon, John Hurst, Daniel Dean, Samuel Williamson, J. J. Hodd, John Fulton, Leon Peterson, Scott Neal, and W. M. Williams.  The defendant and deceased were employees of Atherton, the owner of the large saw mill at Unity in this county—Morrow was sawyer and Craig storekeeper.

            In the month of May 1876, about three or four o’clock in the afternoon, Morrow was seen to approach and enter the storeroom where Craig was engaged at his business.  A few minutes afterwards, Mrs. Brown, a witness for the People, testifies that she saw the two men in front of the store, in the street, and saw Craig strike with his fist, the deceased, from two or three blows, knocking him down.  He was then carried by Craig and a man named Hosmer into the house.  She was standing near her smokehouse, about two hundred and fifty yards from the combatants.  Mrs. John Hodge, who was sitting at her window about 100 feet from the scene of the affray, stated that she saw Craig kicking at something on the porch—could not see what it was—that he turned, went into the store, threw a hat out, and assisted by Hosmer, carried Morrow into the store—her testimony in this point being the same as Mrs. Brown’s.  She also stated that a high board fence was between her and the parties.  The testimony of the physician who examined the corpse twenty-five hours after death ensued, declared that the only wounds inflicted were a bruise on the neck under the right ear, and a black spot under the right shoulder blade, near the spinal column.

            Some ten or twelve days after the death of Morrow, Dr. Wardner made a thorough post mortem examination with a view to ascertaining the injuries inflicted by the blows of defendant.  He testified that no bones were broken or fractured, the skull was round, and the stomach appeared to be more decomposed than any other portion of the body, and that the wounds discovered could not of themselves be considered fatal.  The defense showed further that the parties had been on friendly terms; that the deceased was in the habit of getting drunk, was drunk at the time of the difficulty, and while in this condition was inclined to be quarrelsome and vicious.  The foregoing is a brief statement of the most important facts disclosed upon the trial.  The argument of counsel began day before yesterday in the afternoon.  Judge Mulkey and Mr. Linegar defended, Mr. McCartney, of Metropolis, and Mr. William Mulkey represented the People.  Long and exhaustive speeches were made by these gentlemen, and there was certainly no lack of zeal and ability on either side.  The concluding argument was made yesterday by Mr. McCartney and the case submitted to the jury.  At one o’clock this morning the jury was still out.

Wednesday, 29 May 1878:
Hill and Ballew, the murderers of the peddlers, have not yet been captured.  Our (Pope County’s) deputy sheriff, Mr. Alexander, and several others are in pursuit, and we trust they will secure the wretches.  Hill escaped first, and it is a fact that Frank Ballew was summoned and actually served on the coroner’s jury over the dead bodies of his victims.  The excitement in Livingston County is such as to warrant the belief that if the cold-blooded fiends are brought back, they will receive their just deserts at the hands of Judge Lynch.  This is perhaps one of the few instances wherein the quibblings of attorneys, the law’s delay and the power of money should not be permitted to take part nor parcel; and if these two men whose souls are stained with “the infernal hue of damn’d assassination” are brought before the blind goddess she ought to throw away her little apothecary scales and deal with them only with the other instrument.  I heard yesterday that Carl Bess, to whom Ballew made his confession, was being tried at Carrsville under the charge of being implicated in the murder.  Mr. Bess has heretofore borne a fair reputation as a citizen of Livingston County and we hope he may be able to establish his innocence.  His reason for permitting Ballew to escape was that he was afraid of him.  Bess has been required to fill a bond.
The murderers of the peddlers in Livingston County, Ky., were arrested yesterday by a deputy sheriff of Pope County.  They were members of the jury which sat upon the inquest of their victim.
The condition of Miss Agnes Edwards yesterday morning was worse, and she was, later in the day, reported to be rapidly sinking.  Her assassin, Thompson, still remains dumb as mute.

            (The alleged assassin’s name was actually Thomas.—Darrel Dexter)

            The duty of a juror is, under all circumstances, painful and embarrassing, and the ordeal through which we have passed in the case of The People vs. James Craig is certainly no exception to the general rule.  We desire to say that during our term of service we were greatly relieved by the uniform kindness and courtesy so cheerfully extended to us by His Honor Judge Baker, and by Messrs. Linegar, Mulkey, McCartney, and William Mulkey, the attorneys engaged in the trial.  We were assigned quarters at the Planters House and are indebted to J. B. Kelly, the proprietor for all the comforts and enjoyments that the most fastidious guest could ask.  William H. Schutter, Esq., the officer who had us in charge, was minutely attentive to the wants and desires of every juror, and spared no effort to make our situation as comfortable as the law would allow.  To these gentlemen, one and all, we tender our sincere thanks.

W. W. Williams, J. D. Dean, John Hurst, O. B. Hunter, E. G. Hill, Scott Neal, J. J. Wood, Leon Peterson, J Dixon, J. Fulton, Sam Williamson, S. M. Frazier.
It is said that the jury in the Craig case stood one for hanging, two for imprisonment, and nine for acquittal. 

Thursday, 30 May 1878:
Charley Escabo, the little boy whose father was drowned off the
Grand Tower, Saturday night, left last night by the Illinois Central for New York, where he expects to find a sister.  Sol. A. Silver, who has had the little fellow in charge, during his lonely stay in Cairo, saw him safely off on the train.

(In a letter from his mother to Sol. A. Silver published in the 8 Jun 1878, issue of the newspaper, she stated that his real name was Charley Steavens Escampe.—Darrel Dexter)
The body of the Italian organ grinder, Escabo, was recovered near Halliday’s wharfboat yesterday afternoon.
Mrs. Thompson, better known as “Aunt Liz,” the mother of Miss Edwards’ assassin, called on her young hopeful at the jail yesterday.  She washed her hands clean of him.  She told him that he presented a beautiful picture of affection; asked him if he did not remember when he robbed her of her loose change and when she used to predict his final end; she never wanted to see him again; she turned him over to Jesus, and bade him an affectionate farewell.  Bill, in reply, uttered a remark unfit for publication, which was neither chaste nor appropriate.

            (“Aunt Liz” was actually Elizabeth Thomas.—Darrel Dexter)

Friday, 31 May 1878:
The Body Recently Recovered from the River—Whose Is It?

Editor Cairo Bulletin:

            Your local editor was mistaken when he stated that the body of the Italian organ grinder was recovered.  The body of the Italian organ grinder, or any other man was not found near Halliday’s wharfboat; but the body of a man supposed to be William Poindexter, who lived near Carrico’s Landing, Kentucky, was found near the box factory by the officers of the tug Montauk.  Deceased appeared to be about sixty years of age, five feet seven inches high, bald headed, gray whiskers and moustache, worn very long, thumb of left hand short and thick at the top; said shortness and thickness appeared to be caused by a felon or hurt; he wore dark jeans pants, gaiter shoes, gray cotton shirt with emblems of tree leaves or flowers sewed on the bosom thereof; there was also a silver ring on the third finger of the left hand.  Mr. Charles Elbert, pilot of the Montauk, delivered to the coroner the following property found by him on the person of deceased; one open-faced watch, a tobacco pouch with two buttons on the open end thereof, two pocket knives, one pocket comb, a red cotton handkerchief and thirty-five cents in money; deceased appeared to have been about ten days in the water, and Elvira Easly being duly sworn stated that it was William Poindexter who brought a raft of logs to the box factory about ten days ago, and that he lived near the landing above stated, between Caledonia and Metropolis.  My object in making the above statement is that if the above mentioned should not be William Poindexter (and it may be possible that the witness might be mistaken) the circulating medium of The Bulletin may cause the proper identification of the deceased by his friends.  Respectfully, etc.
R. Fitzgerald, Coroner
Cairo, Ill., May 30, 1878 

Tuesday, 4 Jun 1878:
We regret the serious illness of Mr. Amandus Jaeckel. His life has been despaired of, but a change in his condition has induced the belief that he may recover. We hope his recovery may be speedy.

Wednesday, 5 Jun 1878:
William Thomas, who shot Miss Agnes Edwards at Hodges Park, a short time since, was taken before Justice Comings by Deputy Sheriff Hodges yesterday, for preliminary examination. Thomas, through counsel, waived examination and was bound over in the sum of $500. Miss Edwards, our readers will be glad to hear, is pronounced out of danger, and is able to move about the house.

            (In all earlier accounts in the newspaper, his name was incorrectly given as William Thompson—Darrel Dexter)

Thursday, 6 Jun 1878:
Mr. William Stroud, an excellent citizen and farmer of our county (Williamson County), died on last Wednesday, of pneumonia.

Mr. Marion Maxey, one of the most enterprising and influential citizens of this county (Williamson County), died of erysipelas on Monday morning. Mr. M. had his foot bruised in a reaper one day last week, whereupon erysipelas set in and worked upward in spite of the efforts of the physicians, and ended in the death of the patient.

Friday, 7 Jun 1878:
Effie, aged nine years, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. T. C. Graves, died in this city yesterday at two o’clock after a severe illness of nine days. Religious services were conducted at the residence of the parents last night by Rev. B. Y. George, and the remains taken to Ashley for interment by the midnight train. It is mentioned as being worthy of remark that Effie was the third of Miss Mollie Riley’s pupils who have died within the past year. Mr. Graves and wife have the sympathy of our people in their melancholy bereavement.

The charge of the People against Alexander Wilson, charged with murder, now being tried at Elizabethtown, Hardin County, is remarkable in some of its legal aspects. It was called for trial in the Hardin Circuit Court on Monday a week ago, and a jury was obtained only on last Tuesday morning. In the interval between these periods four hundred and sixty-nine men were examined and their knowledge of the case and the opinions they had formed of it debarred them from serving as jurors. The case is attracting much attention. Our Judge Green is leading counsel for the prosecution.

A Black Scoundrel Kills a White Thief.
Green Neale in an Affray with James Duffy, Alias Deane, Stabs and Kills Him—Versions of the Origin of the Difficulty.

            The disreputable part of the city, lying on the west side of Commercial Avenue, between Fourth and Sixth streets, was yesterday the scene of an affray which has rid the earth of the presence of a bad and dangerous character, with a likelihood of his murderer soon following on the same dark journey. James Duffy, alias Deane, the murdered man, was twenty-two years old, born in Pennsylvania, raised in Evansville, and as he expressed it shortly after receiving his wound, without parents living or friends. The last seven years of his life have been spent along the river towns on the Mississippi and Ohio, where he was known to the authorities as a professional thief. Green Neale, who did the stabbing, is a large well-built, muscular negro, well known in Cairo of bad character—”the worse nigger in town,” as an officer expressed it—and whom many of our readers will recollect as the man who stabbed Hill Schultz in a quarrel about two years ago, Schultz only escaping death by some fortuitous circumstance.

            This is Duffy’s account of the origin of the affray of yesterday, taken from his lips at the hospital of the Sisters between eight and nine o’clock last night; Duffy went into Raggio’s saloon, corner of Fourth and Commercial Avenue, about six o’clock, to get a drink; he came out saw Neale sitting on a beer keg in front of the saloon. Duffy said to him: “How do you do?” Neale replied by telling him to “go to hell.” Duffy asked, “What kind of man are you? I meant no offense, and I don’t propose to allow you to insult me in that way!” “If you don’t get away from here,” said Neale, “I’ll break your neck.” Other words passed and it is said that Neale drew his knife, whereupon Duffy told him that if he would put up the knife he would “lick” him. This enraged Neale and he commenced the attack on Duffy, cutting him in the right side below the ribs and penetrating the lung. Duffy then drew a large knife which he carried in the pocket of his coat (sack) and made at Neale, inflicting two large gashes—one across the cheek from above the left eye to the ear, and another on the left shoulder—neither of them dangerous. Neale then took to his heels and brought up at Dr. Parker’s office, where his wounds were dressed. Officer Cain arrested him there and lodged him in jail. Duffy was taken to Dr. Wardner’s office where his wounds were attended to and subsequently removed to the Sisters’ hospital, where, news reached us at a late hour, he died about midnight.

            Another version of the affair is that at Duffy was used by the authorities to assist them in ferreting out the author or authors of the recent attempted burglaries which have been mentioned in The Bulletin and Neale and others of his gang, having somehow gained information of this fact, it was resolved to get him out of the way. Duffy was about five feet seven inches in height, of clear-cut regular features, bright penetrating gray eyes, shabbily dressed, resembling in appearance a tramp, was voluble in conversation, and when speaking of his “row with the nigger” as he termed it, was extremely bitter, and continually regretted that he had no weapon in his possession with which he could have dispatched his enemy.

The locality where the crime was committed is now brought prominently to public notice, and some efforts should be made to regulate the criminal classes, black and white, who congregate there. It is a well-known fact that respectable persons, the nearest way to whose homes lie along this route, are compelled as a measure of safety and decency, to avoid it, thus putting themselves out of their way a couple of blocks. Besides this, night there is frequently made one long continued and loud brawl, disturbing and alarming all well-disposed people in the neighborhood.

            (Duffy was reported as not dead in the 8 Jun 1878, issue.—Darrel Dexter)

Saturday, 8 Jun 1878:
Samuel Kearney was physically the best man in Mendota, Illinois. His strength and endurance were remarkable, and his powers gained for him the office of constable. Mrs. Shehan, a young widow, was almost equally famous an athlete. These two were coupled in courtship and the appropriateness of their courting seemed clear; yet it led to a fearful tragedy.
Kearney was overbearing in his conduct, and one day he attempted, playfully at first, to compel Mrs. Shehan to sit in a chair. She resisted, and the athletic lovers were soon engaged in an angry struggle. Kearney was unable to overcome the powerful woman by fair means, and, in a frenzy of rage, he shot at her, chased her out of the house, and killed her with his knife. Then he committed suicide.

In our report of the death of Duffy in yesterday morning’s Bulletin, we confess to being a victim of misplaced confidence. Our informant, we know, is not as a general thing, truthful, but when he dropped in on us at two o’clock in the morning, with a weary expression and said: “Well, he (Duffy) is gone; I have been fanning him for three hours, and he expired in my arms,” we believed him. Now, we submit to patient, gentle-minded persons, like ourselves, that we are not wholly blamable in giving currency to the false report, and if our informant does not get his deserts in this world for leading us astray, we can find consolation in the belief that there is a hereafter created for the use of just such imposters as the one in question. At three o’clock yesterday afternoon Duffy’s condition was pronounced unchanged, and it was impossible to predict with certainty the outcome of the case.

An Interesting Letter from His Mother at
New York City—The Fate of Charlie’s Organ.

Our readers will remember the little organ grinder, who lost his father by drowning, from the wharfboat, about two weeks since, and are familiar with the efforts made in the little fellow’s behalf by several charitable gentlemen. He has reached his home in safety, and his mother has addressed this letter to Mr. Sol. A. Silver:
New York, June 3, 1878
Mr. Sol. A. Silver, Esq., Agent of Steamer Grand Tower:

            DEAR SIR: I am very thankful to you for your kindness in seeing my son home. His father has been away for over two years and I had not heard from him since, until Charlie met his sister in the street and gave her an account of his father’s death. He has went under an assumed name, his right name is Charley Steavens Escampe, but Charley has informed me that he went under the name of John Snyder. I have been to the French Society and they cannot help me without his papers showing that he was a native of France. Mr. Silver, there was a man by the name of Aleck, who had but one arm, who took my husband away, and he is the man who wrote to him and said I was dead, so my son informs me. That is false. I have another son, six years old, to support, and being very feeble I am not very well able to do so. If you will please be kind enough to send me his papers, if you can get them, you will confer a great favor on me, for which I will be ever thankful.
Yours Respectfully.
Eliza Escampe
P. S.—The organ is broke. Charlie informs me that it was broke on the train. It is now worthless until it is repaired. If it was in good order I could dispose of it, and it would assist me a good deal.

Yours Respectfully,
Eliza Escampe
Mr. A. C. Coleman, Passenger Agent Illinois Central Railroad:

You will please oblige the widow Escampe by sending this letter to Mrs. Sol. A. Silver, agent of the steamer Grand Tower, as I do not know where she lays.
Yours Respectfully,
Eliza Escampe
Please direct your answer to Eliza Escampe, 331 East Thirty-second Street, New York, N.Y.

            (The following family in the 1880 census of New York, N. Y., may be the Escamps:   George Escamp, 33, carpenter, Eliza Escamp, 29, Joseph Escamp, 8, and Charley Escamp, 9.  They were all born in Germany.—Darrel Dexter)

Sunday, 9 Jun 1878:
Duffy still lives. A man whom The Bulletin, St. Louis Times and its Chicago namesake cannot kill between them, has more vitality than a cat and deserves to live. He is still in a critical condition. The negro Neale, who stabbed him, has almost entirely recovered from his injuries.

Tuesday, 11 Jun 1878:
Calvin Porter, colored, aged twenty years, a nephew of Thomas Clark, of this city, was drowned at Grand Chain Saturday evening.

A negro woman living in the vicinity of the fire became so frightened that she fell away in a swoon, and was still unconscious when our reporter left the ground. It was reported later that she died while in a spasm.

            (The 12 Jun 1878, issue identified the woman as Annake Good.—Darrel Dexter)

Mr. Peter Donnelly on Saturday last discovered human remains in an advanced stage of decomposition, lying between two logs on Hester’s farm, near Cache River and Goose Pond. Lying by the remains were two almanacs—one English and the other German—and a package of tea. Coroner Fitzgerald held an inquest over the body yesterday, which was afterward buried.

Wednesday, 12 Jun 1878:
The colored woman who died from fright, at the fire, yesterday morning, was named Annake Good, and was, it is believed, sixty and seventy years old. She came to Cairo in 1862, or has resided here without interruption since that time. Those who are competent to judge assert that she was afflicted with enlargement of the heart, and that the fright she sustained by the fire aggravated the disease and caused death. When the fire broke out she walked from her cabin, assisting in carrying a trunk. She was seized with vomiting, became unconscious and died within fifteen or twenty minutes after the attack. Papers were in circulation yesterday soliciting aid to bury her.

            (Annake Good may be the same person listed in the 1870 census of Cairo, Alexander Co., Ill., as Nancy Good, born about 1810 in Virginia, black.  She was living in the family of John and Patient Reed.—Darrel Dexter)

Thursday, 13 Jun 1878:
Mrs. Annake Goode, the colored woman who died from fright at the Coons fire, was followed to her grave yesterday by a large crowd of mourners.

Friday, 14 Jun 1878:
A. H. Burklow to Hang on Friday, July 5th.
An Interview with the Prisoner—His Version of the Killing of Daniel Wagoner—Points of His Personal History.

            Upon the receipt of the St. Louis papers containing the news of the action of the Supreme Court in the case of Burklow vs. the People, a Bulletin reporter, in company with Sheriff Saup and another gentleman, called on the doomed man, now imprisoned in the county jail. The prison keys having been handed over to the sheriff, he led the way to Burklow’s cell, and invited the prisoner into the corridor of the jail. Instructions followed, and the reporter opened the interview by asking Burklow if he had heard of the action of the Supreme Court in his case. He replied that he had not. The first of the following special telegram to the St. Louis Globe Democrat was then read to him:

            MOUNT VERNON, June 12.—Burklow vs. the People, etc., error to Johnson. The court filed the following opinion:  This writ of error being before us the record of the conviction of the plaintiff in error, for the crime of murder. No abstracts or briefs have been filed, and no argument has been made in support of the error assigned. We have, notwithstanding these omissions, examined carefully the entire record, and we fail to discover therein any error. The judgment of the court below is affirmed, and the sentence of death will be executed in conformity with that judgment on Friday, the 5th day of July next. Affirmed. From the records it appears that on July 5, 1877, Harrison Burklow killed one Daniel Wagoner, at Forman, Johnson County. It seems that Burklow and deceased were working at the same mill, of Chapman & Hess, that a few moments before the killing Burklow came into the mill and told the foreman that he and deceased had quarreled the night before, and damn him, he would settle it now. The foreman advised him to be careful and not raise any disturbance. Deceased was at work. Burklow went up to him and without a word, so far as the record shows, shot him down, the ball entering just above the left nipple. Deceased walked a few steps and fell down dead. Burklow came out and stated that damn him he had fixed him and he (the deceased) would bother him no more. Exhibiting a revolver, he said, “Damn him; I done it with that.” The record shows one of the most cold-blooded murders that has ever found its way into the courts. The case has been warmly contested from the beginning, the Hon. J. R. Thomas defending. It was tried by Hon. John Dougherty, judge of that circuit. He was one of the newly elected judges under the Appellate Court bill, passed at the last session of the legislature, and the constitutionality of that act was raised, but the ability and energy of his counsel could not prevail to rescue the defendant from the just sentence of the law, which will be carried into effect just one year from the time of the commission of the murder.

            During its reading he was visibly affected. His deep breathing could have been distinctly heard twenty feet away, but his already bleached features gave no indication of the struggle going on within him. When asked if he had anything to say, he replied that he had not a great deal. He was without friends and almost without hope. He did not think he had had a fair trial. The only person whose testimony would have tended to justify him in taking Wagoner’s life was his wife, and she was, by the operation of the law, debarred from being heard in court. His version of the affair had never been given to the public, and at the reporter’s suggestion he made the following statement. We may add, however, that at the conclusion of his statement, upon being questioned by one of the gentlemen present, he said the cause of ill feeling between Wagoner and himself was a quarrel which their wives had had about trifling things—chickens, he thought. The quarrel between the women finally involved the men. He said:

            “The first of the quarrel between Wagoner and myself began on Sunday night, July 1st, 1877; I had been downtown at the drug store, and when I came home, he (Wagoner) was standing opposite my door, abusing my wife, calling her several ugly names. Just as she made the remark that she would tell me if he did not go away and behave himself, I came up. ‘That is just what I want you to do,’ said Wagoner, ‘I want to get a chance to cut your throat, anyhow;’ he was drinking. I passed into the house about three feet from him, told my wife to say nothing more to him, and if he had anything to say to let him say it when he was sober. Wagoner then walked off, going to his house, about ten feet away. On the following Monday night he came to the drugstore where I was, and began abusing me, when I walked away. I mentioned to several men that I wanted no difficulty with him, and would leave, and did leave. Nothing more happened until the evening of the 4th when he returned to Foreman from Cairo, where he had been on an excursion. He was under the influence of liquor, and was cursing and damning somebody, but mentioned no names at that time. This was at the depot at Foreman. He went on home then; I also went home shortly afterward. He came out in the street in front of my door, and commenced cursing me and daring me outside; he called me a thief, a --- of a -----, and applied other epithets to me; he dared me outside the door, and I told him if nothing else would do him, I would come out and fight him a fair fight; I started to get over my own fence, and he approached a woodpile outside of the fence, immediately in front of where I was getting over, and grabbed a stick of hickory about two and a half inches square and thirty inches long. My wife has the billet; I jumped back on the inside, went into the house, and got a pistol, started out of doors my wife called to me and he went away, saying he would get a pistol too. I went back to the house and put my pistol away. This occurred about half past five o’clock; about six o’clock he came back and said he was ready to shoot with me then; that if he could get to kill me then, he would do it if it took him twenty years; he said he would catch me going to work (I had to pass by his door through a narrow alley about two feet wide) or catch me at work in the mill; that I should never work there any more; then he kept walking backward and forward in front of my door; cursing me pretty much all the time, until about eleven o’clock. During all this time I never spoke to him. After he left and went to his house, his wife spoke to him and urged him to go to bed, and he said he would not, but would stay up and watch the remainder of the night. I went to bed about one o’clock and got up in the morning and went out to wash. He said, “Damn you I will see you when you come down to work.” I went down to work about six o’clock, and I thought I would go and see him, and find out what he was going to do about it, as I was afraid he might slip up on me. I went to where he was at work on the platform, and asked him if he was going to do what he had said he would the night before; if he was going to kill me or not. He had some of the same sort of timber (already mentioned)—about five sticks—in his hands and threw them all away except one; that one he raised as if to strike me, and said that he would kill me; and I shot him. I did it because I believed he would have killed me.”

            He said all this in a calm, straightforward way, hesitating now and then so as to recall the incidents that led to the tragedy. He spoke with some bitterness of feeling about the law that prohibited his wife from giving testimony in the case, as she alone heard the threats Wagoner had made on the night preceding the killing. If he were allowed to prove this, he said, it would be impossible to convict him of premeditated killing. No sane man could believe he had shot Wagoner without some provocation. The fact of the killing itself was proved, stripped of any of the causes leading to it, and he was made to appear as a cold-blooded murderer. Everybody knew that Wagoner returned from the excursion to Cairo under the influence of liquor on the evening of the 4th, but no one but himself and wife heard the threats of Wagoner to take his life. If he could have got this fact before the jury, he would not be where he was today.

            Burklow was forty-five years old last November. He was born in Graves County, Kentucky, and lived in Alexander and Pulaski counties thirty-two years. He is about five feet seven inches in height, about, we judge, 150 pounds in weight, dark, unkempt hair, chin beard and mustache, cold gray eyes, nose prominent and of a Roman cast, a small mouth firm, heavy jaws, with grave and thoughtful expression of countenance. There is nothing repulsive in the looks of the man. He has been in our county jail, with the exception of a brief period while at his trial in Vienna, since the 5th of July last, and the confinement has told upon his frame and features. He says that although he has been in several fights in his life, he was never known to draw a weapon in the personal quarrel. He was a soldier during the war in Logan’s Union command, has been married twice and has one child living by his last wife; was divorced from his first wife, who afterward married Dave Waters, of Cairo. She is now in the insane asylum at Cincinnati. His present wife is at Percy, Randolph County. He said a petition praying for a commutation of his sentence had been sent to Gov. Cullom in December last, signed by the judge before whom he was tried, the attorney of the people who prosecuted him, the sheriff and county judge, nine of the jurors, and between six and seven hundred citizens of Johnson County, but had heard nothing of it since. He saw in the Globe Democrat a short time afterward that a remonstrance had also been forwarded signed by about, as he had heard, eighty-five persons. He was defended Capt. J. R. Thomas and Mr. A. G. Damron, the latter gentleman an attorney at Vienna. In reply to questions as to what he would like to have done for him, or if there were any persons, he would like to see, he said he did not know what to do, and apart from his wife and child was friendless. Throughout the whole interview he bore himself like a man saying what he had to say in an intelligent, unembarrassed way, entirely free from the slightest tinge of either braggadocio or weakness.

            (He is in the 1850 census of Pulaski Co., Ill.:  Cassandra Burkelow, 47, born in Kentucky; Harrison Burkelow, 17, born in Kentucky.  He is also in the 1860 census of Caledonia, Pulaski Co., Ill.:  H. Burklow, 25, born in Kentucky, constable; Cassy Burklow, 65, born in Kentucky.—Darrel Dexter)

Saturday, 15 Jun 1878:
Alexander Wilson, who was on trial recently at Elizabethtown, Hardin County, for the murder of James Vineyard on the 9th of April, 1877, was convicted and sentenced to one year’s imprisonment. It is the case already mentioned in The Bulletin wherein four hundred and sixty-nine persons were examined before a jury could be obtained, and when it is known that there are only between eight hundred and nine hundred voters altogether in the county, some idea can be formed of the interest which the case excited. Almost everybody in the county was familiar with the facts, as the killing occurred within fifty yards of the courthouse at Elizabethtown, during court term, and while a murder trial was in progress. Wilson, it seems, was courting Vineyard’s sister, and Vineyard was violently opposed to it. At the house of his father, on one occasion, and in the presence of his sister Vineyard attacked Wilson and administered a beating to him. Subsequently Wilson attacked Vineyard with a club and broke his jaw. After this again, and days before the homicide, Vineyard came upon Wilson, the latter leading his horse, and walking by the side of Vineyard’s sister. This meeting resulted in Wilson being run off by Vineyard. Five days afterward both met in Elizabethtown, with the result stated above. There were twenty eyewitnesses to the homicide, and of course the testimony among the witnesses was of a conflicting nature. The trial lasted fifteen days and was warmly contested by the counsel on both sides. Judge Green, of this city, was leading counsel for the prosecution, having been retained by the father of young Vineyard.

            (James Vineyard is in the 1870 census of Elizabethtown, Monroe Township, Hardin Co., Ill.:  Philip Vineyard, 52, born in Illinois, farmer; Lucinda, 49, Illinois; James, 20, Illinois, farm laborer; Charlotte, 17, Illinois, Louisa, 13, Illinois, and Annie, 6, Illinois.—Darrel Dexter)

Thursday, 20 Jun 1878:

            The people of the state will be startled by the news of the McNamee tragedy when they learn, as they now will, the scandalous cause of the trouble that made this man take the life of his wife and then slay himself.

            McNamee was a young man and was the husband of a young wife. He was employed at the Southern Insane Asylum, located about a mile and a half from Anna, as an assistant. He was faithful in the discharge of his duty. His wife lived at Anna and Dr. Barnes, the superintendent of the asylum, was in the habit of calling upon her without her husband’s knowledge. The doctor says his visits were innocent, and we give him credit for truthfulness. Finally, Mrs. McNamee was also engaged as an assistant at the asylum, and, on the day she intended to go out to the asylum and take her place, Dr. Barnes, the superintendent of the asylum happened to be at Anna in his buggy. Ascertaining that Mrs. McNamee was desirous of going out to the asylum, the doctor proposed to her a ride by his side. She accepted the kind offer and the eccentric horse of the doctor drew the buggy with its load out of the usual road to the asylum down by certain unused lime kilns, out beyond the line of the asylum farm farthest from Anna, and back to the asylum.  Some persons met the doctor and Mrs. McNamee while they were enjoying this ride, and this same person wrote to McNamee an anonymous letter telling him—well something that frenzied him.  He immediately had an interview with his wife.  He concluded to take her away from the doctor.  He accordingly led her out of the house; and passing from the porch, saw the doctor sitting on one of the steps.  Drawing a pistol, he clubbed the doctor on the head with its butt.  The doctor fell from the step to the ground, and McNamee shot at him.  McNamee missed his aim and the doctor soon recovered from the slight injuries he had received.  McNamee fled to Tennessee, but he soon went back to Anna and expressed his willingness to be tried for the assault he had made upon his former employer.  Dr. Barnes, however, evidently desired no real investigation of the event, and he accordingly refused to appeal to the law for the punishment of a man who had blackened his character by a false charge and had attempted to take his life.

            After the scandal had been noised about a little, the Trustees of the Asylum met ostensibly for the purpose of making an investigation concerning it.  The inquiry made in an honest, but peculiar and very stupid manner, and, after doing what they were forced to do by the evidence, they had heard, which was not the evidence they might have heard, the trustees made a report that Dr. Barnes was innocent of any offense against McNamee, and was the man of all others for the position he now occupies. 

            Very well.  McNamee was not satisfied.  Jealousy was still rankling in his breast.  He was almost a fit subject for the asylum in which he had lost his peace of mind.  He dwelt upon his wrongs, and when Mr. Detrich, the chairman of the Board of Trustees, abused him in the public prints, he replied in a bitter manner.  Finally, on Tuesday night last, at Tamaroa, to which place he had followed his wife, he shot at her, sending a bullet into her head behind the right ear, and then killed himself by shooting a bullet through his own heart.

            This is the whole story.ry.
Mr. John McNamee, who suicided at Tamaroa, on Tuesday, was, for a time, a business partner of Officer Olmstead.
Ed Wright, an account of whose frightful injuries at the incline on Tuesday appeared in yesterday’s Bulletin, died night before last, between ten and eleven o’clock.  He was buried yesterday evening.

            (There is a column clipped out of the previous day’s issue which must have contained the article mentioned here.—Darrel Dexter)
Special to the Cairo Bulletin

            ANNA, June 20, 2 o’clock a.m.—This little village is all agog with excitement.  I will forward full details of the whole affair by this evening’s train.  I will confine myself to the affair at Tamaroa.  On Tuesday evening McNamee learning that his wife was visiting friends at Tamaroa he decided to make a last effort to have his wife return to him.  He left here on the morning freight train, went to Carbondale, where he spent a part of the day with his brother, and then went on to Tamaroa by the afternoon passenger train.  Learning that his wife was at the residence of Mr. Thomas Williams, he called there and was met at the door by Mr. Williams.  He did not wait to be invited in but pushed past Mr. Williams and entered the room where his wife was.  When Mr. McNamee saw her husband enter the room she crossed the floor and sat down at the piano and commenced to run her fingers over the keys.  They were alone in the room, all the members of Mrs. Williams’ family having withdrawn when McNamee entered.  What passed between them will probably never be known. 

            Ten minutes later the inmates of the house were startled by the report of two pistol shots.  They entered the room and found McNamee lying on one side of the piano stool with a bullet in his heart, and Mrs. McNamee on the other side with a bullet in her head.  The wife is still alive, but her death is only a matter of a few hours.  The McNamees are, virtually, among those who have “gone before.”

Dr. Barnes is still here and in charge of the asylum, but since his difficulty, it is said that he has not been in town but once, and when he goes away he travels to Cobden, seven miles out of his road to take the train.  Today I have talked with many prominent men here and while I find that Dr. Barnes has his friends and defenders, two out of every three persons spoken to were very bitter against him, and declared that he should at once be removed.  Besides this, McNamee has three grown brothers and at least two of them have made the assertion they will kill the doctor on sight.  This evening when I asked a well-known lawyer of this gale whether these fellows meant what they said, his reply was “They will do it as sure as hell.”  So you see, under all the circumstances, this will be a very uncomfortable place for Dr. Barnes to reside.
(From our own correspondent.)

ANNA, June 20, 1 o’clock a.m.

            The readers of the Bulletin are familiar with the incidents of the McNamee-Barnes scandal, which, owing to the prominence of the parties connected with it, has been the subject of much discussion throughout southern Illinois.  It finally led to the separation of McNamee from his wife.  She left Anna, returning to her parents, at Dongola, and at the time of the tragedy was visiting friends at Tamaroa, Ills.  McNamee followed her to Tamaroa with, it is said, a view to a reconciliation.  He found her stopped at the house of Mr. Thomas Williams, and on Tuesday evening, about dusk, obtained an interview with her.  What transpired during the brief time they were together is not known, as another lady who was in the parlor when McNamee made his appearance, arose and left, leaving them together.

            About five minutes after this the other inmates of the house were startled by hearing the reports of two shots, and immediately ran to the parlor, where McNamee was found lying dead, shot through the heart, and the wife unconscious and dying, the ball entering just in front of the left ear, ranging backward and lodging near the base of the brain.  She was alive at ten o’clock last night, though all hopes of her recovery are abandoned.  She is the daughter of Mr. John Little, postmaster at Dongola, Ill.  The telegraphic advices from our own correspondent report the greatest excitement over the affair at Anna.  Nothing else is talked of, and the air is full of all sorts of rumors.  McNamee is well spoken of by all who knew him, and he had many friends in Cairo.

Friday, 21 Jun 1878:
Funeral Notice.—Died, yesterday at 6 o’clock p.m., at the residence of her parents, Mary Mastai, infant daughter of John and Eliza Tanner, aged 7 months and 23 days.  Funeral today at Villa Ridge.  A special train will leave the foot of Eighteenth Street on the Illinois Central, at 2:30 o’clock p.m.
A New and Interesting Version of the Scandal.
Which Shows McNamee to Have Acted with Forbearance and Discretion in the Early Stages of His Troubles.—What Is Said and Thought of the Affair at Anna.

(From our own correspondent)
ANNA, ILLS., June 20, 1878
Editor Bulletin:—

            This quiet little village is just now stirred with excitement over the tragic affair—murder and suicide—by which John McNamee and his wife have been sent into eternity.

            This most terrible affair is the result of a scandal in which Dr. A. T. Barnes, physician in charge of the Southern Illinois Insane Asylum at this place, is made to play by no means enviable part, and if all reports are true, he is in a great measure responsible for the fate thus befallen John McNamee and his wife.

            Without going into detail I will try to give our readers and idea of the circumstances which led to the murder and suicide.

            For three years McNamee was an attendant at the asylum, and was regarded as one of the most faithful and valuable attaches of that institution.  In September last McNamee was married to Miss Sadie Little, daughter of Mr. John F. Little, of Dongola.  For a short time all went merry with McNamee and his wife and they were apparently happy and contented.

            McNamee continued to work at the asylum, where his wife occasionally visited him.  At the asylum she became acquainted with Dr. Barnes, and the doctor, it seems, “took kindly” to her, for when on his visits to town he frequently called upon her, and as time wore on his visits became more frequent and protracted.  This naturally enough attracted the attention of McNamee’s neighbors, and someone of them wrote him an anonymous letter, telling him that he had better watch the doctor.  McNamee, naturally of a jealous disposition, took the matter much to heart, but it does not appear that up to this time he ever suspected anything wrong to be going on, although it is known that he told his wife that Dr. Barnes must discontinue his visits.

            Shortly after this—now about two month ago—some kind of an entertainment was to be given at the asylum, and as it was given out that the affair was for inmates only, outsiders would not be admitted.  McNamee obtained Dr. Barnes’ permission to have his wife come out.  Accordingly, he, McNamee, arranged to meet his wife on the road a short distance from town and accompany her to the asylum.  At the appointed time McNamee went to the place agreed upon for the meeting, but after waiting long after the hour agreed upon for the meeting, and his wife failing to put in an appearance, he returned to the asylum, where he found his wife and Dr. Barnes just coming up in the doctor’s buggy.  When Mrs. McNamee alighted from the carriage, McNamee noticed that she was nervous and excited, and on asking an explanation from her she tried to evade telling him what had occurred; but her husband was imperative and demanded to know what the matter was, when she stated that Dr. Barnes had called at the house and requested her to ride out with him; that she consented to do so, but instead of taking the most direct road to the asylum, he had gone by an out-of-the-way and unfrequented route, and in the course of the drive had made improper proposals to her.  This greatly enraged McNamee, but at the earnest request of his wife he agreed to say nothing to the doctor that night, but made his arrangements for resigning his position and leaving the institution.  The next day when ready to leave, he went to Barnes and accused him with having insulted his wife.  Barnes denied the charge, high words ensued, blows were exchanged, and finally McNamee shot at the doctor, but failed to hit him.  Then they were separated.

            This affair resulted in a coolness and finally separation between McNamee and his wife.  McNamee tried to fix up the matter and have his wife return and live with him, promising to let the past be forgotten and take a new start.  She would not consent to return to him.  On Tuesday he left here for Tamaroa, still bent upon effecting a reconciliation, with what sad results you already know.  Of course the statements here made are the result of the impressions left upon my mind after a brief cruise among the people of this place.  Of my own knowledge I knew nothing of the matter.
W. F. S.

            (John W. McNamee married Sadie P. Little on 18 Sep 1877, in Union Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)
Sunday, 23 Jun 1878:
Mrs. McNamee died at Tamaroa Friday morning at ten o’clock.  For some time before her death her return to consciousness and apparently greatly improved condition seemed to indicate her ultimate recovery.  Indeed, so far had this belief gone, that an hour before her death preparations were in progress for her removal to Anna by that day’s train. A gentleman of Anna, acquainted with the McNamee family and conversant with the details of the tragic scandal, informs us that had Mrs. McNamee lived, she would have enlightened the public as to all its details.  She was restrained, so he says, by the fear that by so doing she might have involved her husband, while he was still alive, in further trouble.
Harrison Burklow Makes A Statement.
A Review of His Present Condition and of the Circumstances Carrying Him to the Gallows—How He Looks and Feels.

            A Bulletin reporter paid another visit to Burklow in his cell yesterday.  He was found lying in his bunk attempting to read by the imperfect light that entered his cell through an opening about a foot square, down which ran heavy circular iron bars.  He wore spectacles and his only apparel were trousers and a shirt of cotton print.  Since the news of his fate was broken to him, he has undergone a remarkable change.  Then he appeared strong and healthy; now his flesh hangs loose upon him and his attenuated frame and full sunken eyes attest the loss of sleep and appetite.  His wife and child whom he expected last week, have not yet arrived, and this adds to the misery of his feeling.  He believes himself to be utterly deserted—without a friend upon earth, and has abandoned all hope.  By a letter received from the sheriff of Johnson County, he is informed that he will not be taken to Vienna until a couple of days previous to his execution.  When asked if any of the clergy had as yet called upon him, he replied in the negative, coupling it with an expression of some surprise, for, said he, they at least console us to the last.  He was anxious to have the information conveyed to them that he would be happy to receive their visits, and knew they would give him consolation.  The following communication was sent us on Friday, but our space did not permit of its publication yesterday.
Cairo, Ills., June 21, 1878
To the Editor of the Cairo Bulletin:

            With your leave I will try and explain my situation and my feelings in my trouble.  As I have but a short time to live, only two weeks from this day, I wish to solicit the sympathy that is due my wife and my little girl who is only in her sixth year.  I hope the people of Southern Illinois will not look upon it as a stain upon my wife and child because of my fate.  My wife is of a good family of Jackson County, Illinois.  In regard to myself, I have always had a very hard time to make a living, my father having died when I was only seven years old, leaving my mother with a family of five children, all girls but myself.  We were in destitute circumstances.  I have always worked hard to make an honest living and I am very confident there is not a man living who will say he ever knew me to try to defraud or swindle anybody out of their just dues.  I never got anything only what I worked for, for that is the only way I had to make a living.  In regard to the trouble for which I have to die, I made a statement a week ago, which is my dying declaration for it is the truth.  But there are some few who have sought to take my life, and that from the commencement and they have accomplished their ends.  If I had been such a desperado, it seems I would have tried to make my escape, for any man who commits a cold-blooded murder certainly would try to get away.  I had plenty of time to go, but I went home and changed my clothes and started downtown and met Boren, who was an acting officer, and William Morgan; they asked me if I would give up.  I said I had started to the Justice for that purpose.  Now, I don’t say I was altogether right, but nine men out of every ten would have done as I did, although it would have been better for me to have left the place.  But it is pretty hard for a man to leave a place where his home is without just cause, because another man demands it.  When I die I shall die with a clear conscience, but had I killed him in cold blood, as is charged, I never could have died satisfied.  And I am satisfied that had I not killed him he would have killed me; and this fact will come to light after I am dead, for it is sure to come out after awhile.  There are some people who knew how my family and myself were treated, but they withheld what they did know in my favor.  I have no hard feelings against any person, for they will have to account to a higher court than the one I was tried by.  I don’t blame the judge or jury for convicting me, but the verdict was unjust.  I say when my life is taken it will be murder in the first degree.  Now, I hope the people will endeavor to find out after I am gone all about the matter, so as to give sympathy and comfort to my wife and child, for it is hard enough to have to die wrongfully, without knowing that my family after me will suffer.  But as a dying declaration the statement I made a week ago is true.  I was born in Graves County, Ky., November 2, 1832; emigrated to Johnson County, Illinois, in December 1843, and have lived ever since in Johnson, Pulaski and Alexander counties, with the exception of one year in Jackson, where I was married.  I have been known by some of the oldest settlers of Johnson County for thirty odd years, for instance—F. J. Chapman, S. Hess, J. B. Chapman, A. J. Kuykendall, J. N. Pierce, and numerous others, and I am sure neither they nor any man will say they ever knew me to work or plot to take the life of any man, or even threaten to kill anyone.  My motto was to settle my difficulties in some other way than by the taking of life.  Now, in conclusion, I am at perfect peace with all mankind, and I hope no person has any bad feelings toward me.  We have all to die sooner or later, and we must bear it as best we can.  I think my death, under the circumstances, to be one of the most unjust things that could happen, but I have learnt to try and put up with what fate has allotted to me.  When a man is dead, it is all over, and I put my trust in God for my peace hereafter.  I give my good wishes to the citizens of Cairo; also to Mr. Miller, the jailor, and his family for they have treated me with a kindness a prisoner has no right to expect.  I wish them peace and happiness.
A. H. Burklow, Doomed Man

Tuesday, 25 Jun 1878:

            We have no sentimental notions about hanging. Where human life is taken, with deliberation and malice, for purposes of revenge, gain, or lust, that life should be atoned for by the application of the extreme penalty of the law to the culprit, reached through legal forms. In the cases of Sherry and Connolly, executed last Friday at Chicago, justice was, as it should have been, vindicated, and society rid of two of its most depraved and brutal members. To the commission of theft, in one instance, they added the crime of murder, and if free from restraint would have made an innocent woman the victim of their lust. It was not shown that they bore any malice toward McConville, but it was proved beyond reasonable doubt that after stealing the butcher knife with which his life was taken, they sallied out into the street, boasting of their intention to sally, and it was McConville’s unfortunate fate to have been thrown across their path. Gov. Cullom very properly, we think, refused to interpose executive clemency in behalf of the criminals, and they had to answer for their crime.

            Now as to the case of Burklow. Are there any sound reasons why he, too, should not suffer for taking human life? Are there any extenuating circumstances to be offered in his behalf? Are there any facts not produced upon trial which might have wrought a different verdict? To these propositions we answer yes, but our readers may form an opinion without prejudice or bias, we will briefly recite some of the leading features in the killing of Wagner, and give statements made within the past three weeks by parties who were not upon the witness stand, but whose testimony, it will be admitted, would have played a conspicuous part on the trial. About the killing of Wagner by Burklow there is no doubt. The prisoner says he did it. As to the cause there are several versions, but all agree that it was the result of a quarrel extending over a period of varying, according to the stories told, from three months to four or five days. Wagner’s wife, who is now in this city, and who is exceedingly bitter against Burklow, says it originated three months before its fatal termination. She was never, for some reason, put upon the witness stand. Her statement robs the crime of its worst feature—premeditation. She says there had been ill feeling existing between her husband and Burklow about a sow pig for three months before the killing, but that this was healed over, and the men became upon speaking terms again; that on the day previous to the killing of Wagner, she became involved in a quarrel with Mrs. Burklow about a cow she (Mrs. W.) had driven from her yard; that her husband, who had returned from Cairo where he had been on an excursion, was a witness to this quarrel, and had taken up her side of it just as Burklow reached his own house. She admits that her husband was at the time under the influence of liquor, and while in that condition, she volunteered the statement that he was an ugly man and often made it very uncomfortable for her. When Burklow learned the nature of the quarrel, Mrs. Wagner continued to say, he told his wife to “go into the house, that she would be the ruin of him yet.” After this Wagner and Burklow got into hot words and at this point Mrs. Wagner gives the important information that her husband left his door where he had been standing and ran Burklow, who had got outside his gate, back through the gate, which Burklow pinned behind him, and into his house, closing the door of this also. She says she could not say whether or not her husband had a club in his hand when he did this, or whether he subsequently used threats against Burklow’s life, but she does say that Burklow lived in dread of him, and was afraid to give him a “fair show.” Mrs. Burklow, whom the law did not permit to testify in court, and Burklow himself says that Wagner, during this row, did threaten to take his life when he “got a good chance.” Mrs. W. further says that both parties watched each other until late in the night. Mrs. Burklow says the same thing and Burklow confirms it. Besides this Burklow was told on the day of the quarrel by a man named Leach, now living at Sanborn, Indiana, to be on his guard against Wagner, and that Wagner had threatened to “use him up” the first opportunity he had. This witness also, for some reason, was not heard at the trial. Burklow and Wagner it should be borne in mind, were working in the same mill. Wagner was the first to reach his post the next morning after the quarrel. Burklow followed, armed with a pistol, having in his mind a recollection of the events of the night before. He went to the mill, and shot and killed Wagner, but just what transpired a few minutes before this no living soul but Burklow knows and his statement can have no effect upon the matter. It has already been published and, of course, is favorable to himself.

Now, it will be seen from Mrs. Wagner’s statement, which is new testimony: (1) that her husband returned form Cairo under the influence of liquor; (2) that he took up her quarrel with Mrs. Burklow; (3) that this led Burklow into the quarrel; (4) that Wagner ran Burklow from the space separating their house into the house of the latter, who pinned the gate and closed his door behind him; (5) that both parties watched each other through a portion of the night; (6) that Burklow lived in dread of Wagner, and “was afraid to give him a fair show;” (7) that according to Mrs. Burklow and Burklow, Wagner in that quarrel threatened Burklow’s life; (8) that before this Leach, an absent witness, also told Burklow that Wagner had threatened his life.

            This, it should be remembered, is all new evidence. It establishes what was not proved on the trial—a provocation to the deed—and places Burklow outside the pale of that class of murderers, which the law, finding guilty, hangs. It was not a sufficient justification to take life, but no jury in the light of these facts, would condemn him to death. It is said that Burklow was not a good citizen. Admitted. But that fact alone should not be permitted to decide this case. Besides, it might be said that Wagner was a dangerous character when under the influence of liquor, and this assertion can be established by irrefragable proof. In the town of Barlow, Kentucky, where he was raised, he bears a bad reputation, and terminated his career there by shooting at his father-in-law. His first wife is still living, and was divorced from him.

Public sentiment in Jackson, Johnson, Union, Pulaski, and Alexander counties is against the execution of the sentence of the law upon Burklow. In Johnson County, where he was tried, between six and seven hundred of the best people signed a petition to Governor Cullom praying for a commutation of the sentence. Among these are the judge before whom he was tried, the attorney who prosecuted him for the People, eleven of the jurors who tried him, the sheriff, county judge, and other prominent local officials.

In view of all these facts, we think we can properly appeal in behalf of the people of the southern tier of counties of this state to Governor Cullom to temper justice with mercy. It is not asked that the prisoner shall escape punishment; but believing that his crime does not merit death, they do ask that only such punishment should be meted out to him as his crime deserves. It is just such a case as this the framers of the law had in view when they invested the governor with the power of mitigating the sentence of the court in capital cases. We hope his Excellency may see his way clear to exercising it in this case.

Burklow wrote a letter to Sheriff Carter yesterday, asking that officer to have him removed to Vienna a few days before his execution, that he might have the company of his little seven-year-old daughter previous to his death. Lindley Murray might have been ashamed of it, but it was eloquent with the love and affection of a parent, and would move a heart of stone to pity.

Wednesday, 26 Jun 1878:
Quite an interest has been awakened in behalf of Burklow, now a prisoner in the jail in Alexander County, and who will suffer the extreme penalty of the law if Governor Cullom does not interfere. That Burklow does not deserve some punishment for the crime committed by him no one asserts; but hundreds of people—two out of every three of the people of Southern Illinois—will regard his execution on the gallows as a palpable judicial murder. Of course the judge and jury acted conscientiously, but both judge and jury have, by requesting the governor to commute the sentence to imprisonment, admitted that they were too severe.

DIED.—Mary Morrisey, at her mother’s residence on Twenty-First Street, on Thursday, June 25th, 12:30 p.m., aged 21 years. Funeral to take place this afternoon 1:30 o’clock p.m., from the family residence, thence to St. Patrick’s Church. Special train to leave foot of Eighth Street at 2:30 o’clock for Villa Ridge. Friends are invited to attend.

Thursday, 27 Jun 1878:
Across the River at Filmore, Kentucky.
One Negro Stabs Another and Inflicts a Mortal Wound.

            Our neighbors across the river were startled yesterday afternoon by the news of an altercation between two well-known negroes, which will probably terminate in the death of one of them. From what has been told us, the parties to the affray—Dave Thomas and a man named Gathey—both colored, became involved in a dispute, when it is said Thomas gave the lie to Gathey and Gathey responded to whipping out his knife and plunging it into Thomas’ body in the region of the abdomen. Physicians who have examined the wounds pronounce Thomas’ recovery impossible. Gathey took advantage of the confusion following the affair and fled the country, and although pursuit was quickly instituted, he had not been arrested at dusk last night.

            (His name was listed as Gahey in the 28 Jun 1878, issue.—Darrel Dexter)

Friday, 28 Jun 1878:
If Burklow is hung, we shall refuse to have confidence any longer in the justice of man. He should be punished, probably, for taking Wagoner’s life, although he did the deed under the impulse of fear, but he should not be choked to death by having a rope tied around his neck and being then shoved from the platform. He can be put to a better use, and we hope Gov. Cullom will listen to the almost unanimous voice of Southern Illinois demanding a commutation of the Burklow sentence.

The Valley Clarion, in an article on the McNamee scandal, says: “McNamee is dead. The latest reports say that the young wife, too, is dead. Dr. Barnes alone, of the three whose life threads became thus woefully tangled together, lives. He is still at the head of a state institution, where the best intellect, and most humane heart, and purest, whitest soul alone should hold sway. Does he fill the requirements? God knows.”

            We have no doubt of this, but God is not alone in his knowledge of this subject. Every person who has any knowledge of the facts of the McNamee scandal know that Dr. Barnes does not fill the requirements demanded by the place he occupies. Intellectually he may be all this is required, but he is a failure in many other important particulars. He should be removed without delay, and a better man, as they in all probability will, resist the inevitable result of the doctor’s shortcomings, but if they do not accept it in good time they will be compelled to proceed their favorite out of the Anna institution. Public opinion will crowd them out.

The negro Thomas, stabbed by Gahey, still lies in a critical condition, with the chances of recovery against him. Gahey remains at large.

            (His name was listed as Gathey in the previous day’s issue.—Darrel Dexter)

James Webb, Now in the Chester Penitentiary, Addresses a Letter to Burklow—Inspired Evidently by a Clergyman.

            James Webb, who is now in the penitentiary at Chester, serving out a term of two years for stealing a heifer, formed an acquaintances with Burklow in our county jail, and reminds him of his friendship and of his regret at his fate in the following letter, written evidently by a clergyman. It is a remarkable specimen of religious gush for a convict to subscribe to:

            FRIEND BURKLOW—Your letter of June 20th has been duly received and the contents noted with unfeigned sorrow and sincere and heartfelt sympathy; and I most humbly and submissively pray that Almighty God in His mercy may help and sustain you in your approaching emergency by smoothing your passage toward the approaching terrible ordeal; and I pray that your conscience may be quickened and strengthened by the fact that God’s mercy know no bounds, and that through the redeeming grace of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ our great mediator and heavenly advocate, these the darkest hours of your earthly existence may be the forerunner of a happy and glorious eternity.

I feel that owing to my unenviable position that I assume a task beyond my ability in addressing you at all, and I would not by any means intrude on your meditations, and other duties incident to your deplorable and lamentable situation, were it not that I fear you would misconstrue my motives were I to refrain from answering your letter, so kindly and thoughtfully written, and I may add “so fearfully full of interest.” What can I say to you my poor dear friend? I am really at a loss for words, notwithstanding my heart is full. To tell you hope might seem like mockery, and to bid you be cheerful, I cannot under the circumstances; but I will say to you never to deviate from hoping and trusting in God and His mercy. Though executive clemency may be withheld from you here on this earth the Supreme Ruler of the universe is always approachable and even more willing to pardon than condemn; and I pray that your death warrant from Illinois be your passport to regions of eternal bliss is my humble and heartfelt prayer. Foley and Kelley both unite with me in sending you their respects and well wishes. Foley says he has written to you several times, but received no answer. He hopes you may have received his letters, as he would not wish you to think he had forgotten you.

      Now my dear friend, I will bring my letter to a close, and shall feel well repaid if you derive any pleasure from the contents. I pray, humbly and sincerely that the Almighty in his infinite mercy, may endow you with strength while awaiting the fearful ordeal through which you may be called upon to pass. I remain most sincerely and devotedly
Your friend,
James Webb

Saturday, 29 Jun 1878:

            The unexpected death of Judge Sidney Breese, at the home of his son in Pinckneyville, on Thursday last, was received in Cairo yesterday, and occasioned profound sorrow among all classes of citizens. His name was familiar to almost every person in Illinois. Long before his death it had become a household word throughout the State.

            The deceased was born on the 15th of July, 1800, at Whitesboro, Oneida County, New York. His father was Arthur Breese, a native of Shrewsbury, Monmouth County, New Jersey. His mother was Catherine Livingstone, of Duchess County, New York.

            Sidney Breese graduated with distinction in 1818 from Union College, Schenectady, New York. He removed to Kaskaskia within a few years after 1816, and in 1820 was admitted to the bar at that place. He commenced the practice of his profession at Brownsville, Jackson County. In 1821, he was appointed postmaster of Kaskaskia, and in 1822 was appointed attorney for the Second Circuit by Gov. Bond, and held the office for five years. In 1831 he published the first book ever published in Illinois—Breese’s Reports of the Supreme Court Decisions. In 1832 he took part in the Black Hawk War as lieutenant colonel. In 1835 he was elected judge of the Second Circuit. In 1841 he was elected to the Supreme Court. In 1842 he was elected United States Senator. In 1850 he was elected to the legislature and was made Speaker of the House. In 1855, he was again elected circuit judge and upon the resignation of Chief Justice Scates, was elected a second time to the Supreme Bench, and remained in the court until the time of his death. In 1823 he was married to Miss Eliza Morrison, second daughter of William Morrison, of Kaskaskia.

            This is in brief the life of the distinguished man whose death has been just announced. In its details it was a history of Illinois, for he was an actor in nearly every event that has distinguished the State. He reflected luster upon all the positions occupied by him, and was generally recognized as a man of distinguished abilities. He lived a useful life, and in death will be honored and lamented by all the people of the state.

The news of the death of Judge Sidney Breese, at the residence of his son in Pinckneyville, was received in this city with universal regret.

Sunday, 30 Jun 1878:
The sheriff of Johnson County has fixed 2:30 p.m., on the 5th of July for the execution of Burklow. The time for the judicial murder of Burklow is close at hand, and the crime can be prevented in no other way than by inducing Gov. Cullom to step between Burklow and the gallows. The governor has been praised for his firmness in refusing to interfere in the late capital cases, and may be led to believe that the people of this part of the state are also anxious to have Burklow hung. He should be undeceived by a general demand for the commutation of this unfortunate man’s sentence. Four-fifths of our people would be pleased if Gov. Cullom should interpose his power and save Burklow from the rope.

Burklow was taken to Vienna in custody of the sheriff of Johnson County, by yesterday morning’s train on the Cairo and Vincennes railroad.

A Further Review of Some of the Points of His Case—A Touching Appeal in Behalf of His Wife and Child—Requests of the Doomed Man.

CAIRO, ILLS., June 28, 1878
To the Cairo Bulletin:

            DEAR SIR—As my time is near at end I wish to let in as much light on the subject which carries me to death as I can, so that people may judge of it after I am no more, as fairly as justice may allow, but that is all I claim. I do not think I got it. I was placed in a prison outside of the county the same day on which my trouble occurred, and remained there until the second day of court at Vienna. This deprived me of any chance to procure such evidence as existed in my behalf. My wife was the only one who could help me in this, and she was taken sick a few days after I was placed in jail in Cairo, and had to be taken to her sister’s in Randolph County. She had then, as she has now, the club with which Wagner drove me into my own house, and she was not able to attend my trial at Vienna. The friends from whom I expected help were not there, and I was forced into the trial unprepared, without a witness. Being in prison I could find no means of communication with them. After I was sentenced it was too late, although then it was found out that there were several who heard Wagner make threats against me. Mr. Virgil Brock, who heard and saw all the difficulty, was at McLeansboro, and I had to go to trial without him. If I had had plenty of money I would never have been sentenced to die. Now, I don’t claim I did right, but under the circumstances I was justifiable to some extent. It is wrong to kill, but it seems just as hard to be killed or trampled on by others, and to have my family abused at their own home. This last fact is known to many who were our neighbors. I hope my God will forgive me, if the people do not, for he is all I can depend on; and I hope he will also forgive all who have wronged me. I am at peace with everybody and when I give up my life I hope they will be satisfied and treat my wife and child with respect and kindness. I have some good family connections, and I hope my fate will not bring disgrace on them. I think this will be my last writing. It may be read on the day of my execution. But I do not wish to complain, as I must put up with what fate has allotted to me.

            There are three witnesses who testified in my case, whom I would like to be present at my execution. I would like to ask them a few questions, if they will comfort me so much. They are Lewis McCarver, Frank Vandoser, and H. L. Boren. I do not wish them to think that I mean any harm, for I do not. Now, I wish for some good, responsible men to go to Chapman & Hess’ mill, and stand at the saws where Vandoser and Murphy worked at the time of this fuss, and place a man where Wagner stood and a man where I stood and let all the saws be running as they were at the time of this trouble, and see whether any sound uttered while the saws are in motion can be heard. I want it done, because it was sworn against me that Wagner said: “Burklow, don’t shoot.” These words were never spoken, for I was ten or fifteen feet closer to him than anyone and certainly could have heard it if it was uttered at all. I hope some man will attend to this when I am gone and satisfy the people of this point; I am writing this for the people, hoping they may be satisfied after my death as to whether I have received justice. Mr. Editor, please send me a copy of the paper, so that I can retain it until the day of my execution.
Your unfortunate friend,
A. H. Burklow.

Tuesday, 2 Jul 1878:
The Poplar Bluff (Butler County) Citizen of June 28, has the following: “A bloody shooting and cutting affray occurred at Ash Hills last Sunday, in which two men were almost instantly killed and another wounded. The facts in the case are as follows, as near as we can get them: John Crager, who escaped from the officers of this place about a week before, was going to Sunday school accompanied by his girl, when Mr. Hastings stepped up and told him to consider himself under arrest. Crager drew his knife and commenced cutting, and at the same time Hastings and his assistant commenced shooting, and one of the balls missing the victim, took effect in the abdomen of a bystander, from the effects of which he died the next day. Crager was killed dead on the spot, riddled with bullets.”

Frank J. Chapman Foully Murdered at Forman.
Shot and Killed while Asleep in Bed by Parties at Present Unknown—Revenge or Fear Believed to Be the Motive Inspiring the Deed—Rumors, Etc.

            Forman, in Johnson County, was the scene Sunday morning, of an assassination that has few equals in the annals of crime in Southern Illinois. At present mystery surrounds it; but circumstances are coming to light that will certainly dispel the darkness in which it is enshrouded and reveal a state of things that will amaze the most credulous. At about 1 o’clock on Sunday morning, Frank J. Chapman was sent into eternity by a bullet fired from a pistol in the hands of a person at present unknown. To give, if possible, an idea of the house in which the murder was committed the attention of the reader is directed to this diagram:


*W                   W
1 2

D                                                                                 D


W                                 W


*W—Window of Chapman’s room
1—Chapman’s position in the bed
2—Martin’s position in the bed


This house is a common wood structure, box shaped, located on the southeast base of the hill on which the town of Forman is built, and about sixty yards from what is known as the old mill. It stands out alone on the ground, and is without the protection of a fence. In the house are two rooms, separated by a common board partition. The room indicated in the diagram as containing a bed, was occupied by a Norwegian named Martin, in the employ of Chapman, and Chapman himself. The other room was occupied by Mr. S. P. Chapman and his wife. The windowsills of the house would reach to the chest of an average-sized man standing flat-footed on the ground surrounding the house. On Saturday evening after dusk both Martin and Chapman were in their room. About ten o’clock Martin went to bed, leaving Chapman sitting in a chair reading a newspaper. About eleven o’clock Chapman laid aside his newspaper and left the room. Martin thinks he was gone not over three quarters of an hour. When Chapman returned, he, too went to bed, and, as was his custom, left the lamp dimly burning. Martin knew nothing more until he was aroused by the sound of the pistol shot. He found the room in utter darkness, got out of bed, struck a match, lit the lamp and found Chapman lying motionless and unconscious, the brain oozing from his head. The ball—38 caliber—entered the brain at a point on the top of the head above the right ear, and ranging downward lodged in the region of the right nostril. It was cut out by Dr. George W. Bratton, of Vienna. Mr. Chapman lived until 4 o’clock, but in those three hours showed no sign of life. The shot had paralyzed him. Martin ran to the store, about sixty yards off, and waked Messrs. Morris and Boren—the latter Chapman’s nephew—informing them of what had occurred. They, of course, hastened to the spot, and found Mr. Chapman in the condition described. An examination of the premises revealed the fact that the party who had done the shooting was short in stature, as a block about a foot in length was found under the window sill of Chapman’s room; this block enabled the assassin to reach within the window, pull aside the mo___ __etting over the bed and _______ take deliberate aim. Mr. Chapman _____ or flesh was not burned by ______ the windowsill showed ______ been scorched. Martin believed the _____ was put out by the concussion produced by the shot; but others assert that this could hardly have happened, as the table on which the lamp was burning was two or three feet from the bed, and not in the direction of the shot. Whatever tracks had been made in approaching and departing from the house were obliterated by the rain, which subsequently fell. Jackson and his wife did not hear the shot. These embrace all the circumstances of the killing itself.

When it became noised abroad, the greatest excitement prevailed, and continued from Sunday morning up to last night at eight o’clock. A coroner’s jury was summoned and a very large number of witnesses examined, but nothing was elicited that would furnish a tangible clue to the perpetrator of the dastardly act. Mr. Chapman was about 45 years of age, did business in Vienna, Carbondale, and other points in Southern Illinois, but at the time of his death was devoting his attention mainly to the interests of the Chapman Lumber Mill Company, of which he was President. He was also senior member of the firm of Chapman & Hess—well known in Southern Illinois for upward of twenty years. His family consists of his wife and six children. Four of the latter are grown. Opinions differ largely as to his personal character. He was of the kind of men who make warm friends and bitter enemies, but as to his capacity for business and his enterprise in conducting it, there is but one opinion—he had very few superiors.

            Now as to rumors in circulation. The one which has gained the most credence, and which has an air of probability is this: We give it as it is current in Vienna and Forman. It is said that a relative of Chapman has been on intimate terms with a girl residing in Forman; that this intimacy has extended over a period of about three years; that Chapman had frequently expressed his displeasure at it; that on last Saturday he told his relative that he must either quit the girl or quit the business in which he is engaged as partner, it is said, of Chapman’s that the nephew, so the story goes, told the girl of this at an interview they had about eleven o’clock Saturday night; that she has had access to the relative’s apartments. This, be it remembered, is but street talk up there.

            Here is what gives importance to it. This girl’s father is a doctor, who was unauthorized to practice medicine in this State. Chapman, supposing that by getting rid of the father, he would rid the town of the girl, too, had him prohibited from practicing medicine, and he left there a few days ago. The pistol of the relative is missing; the last he saw of it was under the pillow of his bed, at four o’clock Saturday afternoon. That pistol carried a 38-calibre ball—the same as that cut from the face of Chapman. The pistol can be found nowhere. The person who did the shooting must be familiar with the premises and was short in stature. Of course strong inferences are drawn from this, but no action has yet been taken by the authorities looking to the arrest of anyone. We might fill the Bulletin with other rumors, but give only this one, as bearing the outward sign of having something in it. Johnson County is on the eve of giving to the country some extraordinary disclosures.


Mr. Sam Chapman, son of Mr. Frank Chapman, Mr. Brownlee, his son-in-law, and Mr. John Bridges, his nephew, accompanied the remains of the murdered man from Forman to this city, and from here to Carbondale. The party arrived over the Cairo and Vincennes road, and left via the Illinois Central.

Wednesday, 3 Jul 1878:
Advices from Forman, up to about eight o’clock last night, fail to throw any additional light upon the Chapman mystery, although the investigation is said to be pushed with skill and vigor.

A Letter from the Unfortunate Man to Jailer Miller.

VIENNA, ILL., July 1, 1878
Mr. Henry Miller, Cairo, Ill.:

            DEAR SIR—You will please forward any mail which comes there. If any should come and if my wife should come there, please tell her to come on here. Ask my friends to write to me and let me know what was done for me at Cairo. I am bound to die, and I would like to know who all did anything for to save my life, for I shall bear them my heartfelt thanks and wishes and I hope they may arrive at a better place than this, where it don’t cost money to obtain justice and where there are no prejudices, for had I had plenty of money I would have had plenty of friends, but being destitute in that particular I found plenty of enemies. However, I hope no other unfortunate sinner may get in such trouble in Southern Illinois. As I must die, I hope God will forgive me for all my misdeeds in this life, and that I may find a resting place with one who is just and not prejudiced. I give my best wishes to you and Mrs. s. Miller and Mary and Tillie. Tell Tillie I forgot to look at her little doll and to bid her farewell when I left. Well, Mrs. Miller, drop me a note if you have time between now and Friday, so I may hear from you one time before I depart this life. So, with my best wishes, good by.
A. H. Burklow.

A Boy of Fifteen Killed Outright in a Coal Mine and His Father Fatally Injured

            About ten o’clock last Monday morning, at Caseyville, Ky., Mr. Newcomb and his son, aged about 15 years, were at work in the coal mine of D. A. Brooks, Jr. & Co., when a heavy piece of slate caved in upon them killing the boy instantly and nearly cutting his body in two. Mr. Newcomb was so badly injured that it is doubtful if he can recover.

(A Talk with Her and What She Has to Say.)

            Burklow’s wife was in the city yesterday. She will not attend the execution, nor does she think she will be able to go to Vienna at all. Their little child, for whom Burklow seems to have a real affection, is said to be sick, and Burklow will die without the consolation of a visit from his wife and child would afford him. His fate is unspeakable hard. Mrs. B. is a woman above the medium height, dark hair, black eyes, with a plump, well-formed figure. In her outward appearance she bears traces of refinement, although in her conversation she betrays evidence of a limited education. As good looks in women go, Mrs. Burklow would be classed above the average. She seemed fatigued and dispirited, although in no wise averse to talk.

            In a conversation with a Bulletin reporter, extending over an hour and a half she went over the circumstances of the tragedy in which her husband was so unfortunate an actor. She corroborated his version of the affair, and gave some facts, which were new to the reporter. She received a letter from Chapman last Saturday week, in which he stated that Gov. Cullom had written to him that Burklow would not hang. She did not know of Chapman’s death until her arrival yesterday evening. The reporter informed her of the rumors which connected her name with that of Chapman, and she insisted upon knowing everything that was said of her in that way. The reporter accorded her all the information he was possessed of, and she denied the statements separately and in the aggregate. She declined to enter into any explanation, and contented herself with general denials. It was pointed out to her that she should by all means visit her husband before his death, but she pled her circumstances as excuse for not doing so. She was out of money, she said. She had some checks of Mr. Chapman’s but did not believe she could realize on them. Mrs. Burklow said many things during that conversation, among others that she would return to Percy, via the Narrow Gauge this morning, having only money enough to pay her hotel bill. She is stopping at the Planters’. It so would appear appropriate for the ladies of Cairo to supply Mrs. B. with funds sufficient to defray her expense to Vienna, if she really desires to see her husband before his execution. The amount ought to be raised in a few moments.

Thursday, 4 Jul 1878:
Mrs. Burklow left the city via the Narrow Gauge yesterday morning at ten o’clock and will not visit her husband before his execution. A partial explanation of this heartlessness may be found in the fact that she spent Monday night at the St. Nicholas Hotel in DuQuoin with a party from St. Louis, registered as his wife. This is a fact beyond doubt. Comment is superfluous.

Gov. Cullom Refused to Interfere in His Behalf—His Execution to Take Place Tomorrow at 2:30 O’clock.

            A dispatch received from Springfield yesterday afternoon says that “Some time ago Judge Dougherty withdrew his signature from the petition for a commutation of Burklow’s sentence, and since Chapman’s assassination protests against the commutation have been numerous. The Governor will not therefore interfere.” Burklow will, then, in all human probability, hang at Vienna, tomorrow. His desertion by his wife, the fact that he will be deprived of the consoling company of his child in his extremity, and that he goes into eternity surrounded by a community hostile to him, without friends and without hope, mark his last hours on earth with peculiar sadness. Happily for him, he is ignorant of the baseness of his wife, and the story of the sickness of his child may reconcile him to the deprivation he must suffer in this respect. He hangs, a victim to an exceptional combination of circumstances, his crime being of the least of these.

            The extraordinary feature is presented in his case of a judge sentencing a man to death, signing a petition to commute that sentence, writing a letter in support to it, and giving reasons why the sentence should be commuted; then asking the chief executive officer of the state to consider that he had never signed the petition or wrote the letter, and giving additional reasons after this why the man should hang. We leave our readers to form their opinion of the conduct of a man who thus tries and acts upon an issue of life and death. We have characterized all this as extraordinary, and a knowledge of legal criminal history will bear us out in it but even this feature is overshadowed by development recently made in this case, which we refrain from mentioning or discussing in this issue of The Bulletin. We may say, however, that the Herculean efforts being made to suppress a full history of the judicial murder—efforts backed by the power of wealth and influence—will end abortively, for the facts, like Banquo’s ghosts, will not down. They will in time come to the surface to plague those who have been and are now clamorous for blood. Another act in the Burklow-Wagner tragedy will end with hanging tomorrow. What will surely follow—when light shall have dispelled the darkness which now appears impenetratable—will make the Burklow case forever notable in the annals of Western crime.

Saturday, 6 Jul 1878:
The rumors at Vienna and Forman concerning the Chapman affair are as conflicting as ever. A prominent official there expressed his belief to us yesterday that the crime was committed by a woman. Upon one point there is unanimity of sentiment—that is that there is a woman at the bottom of it. It is also said that professional aid has been called in to assist in solving the mystery.

The Last Scene in the Burklow-Wagner Tragedy.
Johnson County Out En Masse at the Scene of the Execution—The Prisoner’s Last Hours—How a Courageous Man Met Death—Incidents about the Jail and Enclosure.

            As Burklow said in his dying words yesterday, the circumstances of the tragedy which brought him to the gallows have already been stated so often in the newspaper that the public are familiar with them—and that portion of the public embraced among the readers of The Bulletin are especially so. We shall therefore confine our report to the events which occurred at Vienna yesterday and to such other new facts as have a bearing upon the case.

            As early as seven o’clock people from miles around began to flock into Vienna in every imaginable kind of vehicles, on horses and mules of all colors and kinds, and many trudged long miles in the burning sun to be rewarded later in the day with a look only at the enclosure wherein Burklow was to step down and out. The town wore a regular holiday appearance. Peter Funk was there crying out his wares to the lowest bidder, and taking advantage of the crowds that that most popular of showmen—Jack Ketch—never fails to attract; temporary stands were erected at various places in the town for the sale of water colored with syrups; for lemonade with just the bare suspicion of lemon in it; for popcorn, taffy and illuminated stick candy, with which to seduce the country lads and lassies. One of these stands was erected near the entrance to the gallows, and the noisy unthinking crowd presented a grotesque contrast to the solemn sound of the hammer and saw of the carpenters putting the finishing stokes to the instrument of death. By two o’clock at least twenty-five hundred people surrounded on all sides the enclosure and the jail, and stood under the descending rays of the hot sun without a murmur, waiting to catch a glance at the prisoner as he stopped on his way from the jail to the gibbet.

            About ten o’clock Messrs. W. F. Schukers, Tom Winter, L. L. Davis, Peter Saup and a Bulletin reporter were escorted to the old barn-like building that does duty as a jail and in which Burklow was spending his last hours upon earth. Ascending a rickety flight of steps that led from the outside into the building, the party was halted in a room over Burklow’s cell. Sheriff Carter, unlocking a trap door, descended along by aid of a ladder. The Bulletin reporter was asked to descend by the sheriff, at the request of Burklow. After shaking hands and making some inquiries as to how he passed the previous night, and how he felt, Burklow asked him this question:

“Have you heard any reports about my wife?”

The reporter answered in the affirmative.

“I want you to tell me if you believe they are true!”

He was told that a great many reports were in circulation, the truth of which the reporter would not undertake to affirm, adding that he knew most of them only as rumors, and to repeat them under the circumstances would be to unnecessarily add to his misery.

“The reason I have asked you,” he said, “is this; I have a little girl, and I want to know from you the truth; would my wife be a fit woman to raise my daughter? Do you believe she is a good woman?”

The reporter answered that he thought his wife was not a good woman; that there was unquestionable evidence to sustain this fact, and that he might judge from that as to her fitness to raise a girl child.

“That is what I want to know,” he said; “I will make arrangements to have her raised by my own folks.”

The portion of the conversation bearing on this matter then terminated. It was thought that Burklow would be permitted to die in ignorance of the conduct of his wife, but it seems that on Monday last some person having access to the jail told him all he knew or had heard of her conduct since Burklow’s imprisonment. The reporter thought it best, under the circumstances, to say only what is here recorded.

The razor and shears had wrought a wonderful change in his appearance since we last saw him. He slept well, he said, the night before, and was able to relish food, as well as to have a sound nap now and then. He looked fresh and clear, his eyes were no longer bloodshot, and excepting the sickly hue of his skin, the result of his year’s imprisonment, he showed no traces of mental anguish or bodily suffering. His coolness was remarkable. In the terrible ordeal through which he passed—from the reading of the death warrant in the presence of the multitude to the moment that the rope was parted which sent him through the trap—he never flinched. There was an entire absence of the bully or the desperado in his demeanor. He died with a full realization of his fate, but the spectator could look in vain for any outward sign of the terrible strain that was upon the man.

            After some further conversation with the sheriff and the reporter, the trio ascended the ladder to the room above. There the sheriff asked the gentleman if they had any questions to ask Burklow. There was but one response. That was an inquiry as to whether he desired to say anything he wished to reach the public after his execution. Burklow replied to this that if he concluded to say anything of the nature indicated by the inquiry he would do so from the platform of the jail.

            The sheriff then said Burklow desired to have a talk with some of his relatives. This hint was acted upon and those not of the number included by the sheriff’s remark withdrew.

            At about one o’clock Sheriff Carter, Deputy Sheriff Wiley and Revs. Joel Johnson and J. W. Fields proceeded to the cell of the condemned man, where devotional exercises were had.

            At 1:45, Burklow, handcuffed, accompanied by the same gentlemen, appeared on the platform of the jail building. The sheriff read the death warrant to him in a clear, calm voice, and Burklow, leaning his arms on the railing, listened, apparently, attentively to it. At the conclusion of its reading, the sheriff inquired if he desired to say anything, and Burklow, raising himself erect, without any perceptible trepidation in his voice or manner, said:

            “FRIENDS—I have but little to say; but I will say, my friends, that tis is a hard sentence I have got. I thought I would make a lengthy speech, but it is very hot and I will not say much. I have already stated in the newspaper all I have to say about this matter. I hope everyone will think this matter over and give it the benefit of their judgment. I will further say that I have not been treated well since the commencement; I have no malice toward anyone either here or in Forman, and I hope that I have the sympathy of everyone, and I hope they will forgive me as I forgive them. If they have done me a wrong may God forgive them, as I hope God will forgive me for all the wrongs that I have done, and take me to a better world.”

            The party then descended the steps leading from the jail into the enclosure containing the scaffold and the

            The enclosure was full twenty feet square, twenty-five feet in height, and adjoined the jail, shutting off the crowd from all sides. The gallows was of the old fashioned kind. A platform eight feet square, eight feet ten inches above the ground, in the center a trap door four feet square, back of and connected with it was a stout beam, projecting above the platform about nine feet, and from this beam, an arm extended over the platform. From this arm, fastened in an iron ring, the noose dangled.

            The party ascended the steps leading to the scaffold. Rev. Mr. Johnson opened with a short prayer, the prisoner kneeling. This was followed by the singing of “That Happy Day Will Surely Come,” “Jesus the Source of All My Joy,” “How Could I Bear to Hear Thy Voice,” and one other, the title of which the reporter failed to catch. This was followed by a prayer by Rev. Mr. Field. The words of the prayer were well chosen, the matter of it was good, and it was delivered in a clear, loud voice and earnest manner, but a sigh of relief went up from the assemblage at its conclusion. It was painfully long. The effect of it upon the prisoner was apparent. It almost exhausted him. Rising from his knees, he leaned against the wide of a barn forming one of the walls of the enclosure, for support. Burklow in a few moments recovered his steadiness, and standing up, shook hands with the retiring clergyman. His arms were pinioned above the elbows and the wrists. Sheriff Carter then shook hands with him. It should be mentioned here that it was the desire of Burklow and his friends that Mr. Carter should execute him. Deputy Wiley also bade him farewell. He was then placed on the trap and his feet bound. Carter drew the black skullcap over this face and neck. Boren was the last man Burklow looked upon. He shot a glance at him that would have pierced a stone. During this time—from the pinioning of the arms to the drawing of the black cap—the most profound stillness prevailed throughout that vast throng. To see that black-hooded figure standing motionless on the scaffold—with a second between it and eternity—was a sight to shake the stoutest hearts. To some it was sickening. In adjusting the rope about his neck Burklow was heard to say, “Don’t smother me,” or words of a like import. They were his last. The sheriff stepped back. His deputy, ax in hand, approached, with a blow severed the rope that held the trap, and Burklow shot through it with a heavy thud, the sound of which reached the utmost confines of the crowd. Within the enclosure could be heard the faint screams of the women on the outside and the surge in the great crowd. He dropped nearly eight feet, an unusually long drop. For a few minutes he breathed violently. Drs. George Bratton, G. W. Elkins, J. M. C. Damron, and A. J. Benson, took and noted his pulse and when this became too weak to be longer felt, took the heartbeat. He went through the trap at 2:20; at 2:30 his pulse ceased; in seventeen minutes from the time of his plunge life was pronounced extinct; in twenty-seven minutes he was cut down. His neck was broken by the fall, and his head hung to his shoulders, limp and swaying in all directions. There was a slight discoloration of the neck, and when the cap was removed, he looked as natural as life. His body was taken in charge by his relatives, who stand well among their neighbors. Placed in a coffin, and the screws driven in, what was mortal of Burklow was laid away in its last covering. He was human; he suffered as few suffer for their misdeeds while living. And all who have a grain of charity in their composition will invoke for him that mercy they hope for themselves.

Too much cannot be said in praise of Sheriff Carter and his efficient deputy, Mr. Wiley. No gentlemen ever performed a disagreeable duty with more kindness, patience or humanity. There was not a flaw in the manner of the execution from beginning to end. More than this cannot be said.

Sunday, 7 Jul 1878:
Our good neighbor, the Argus-Journal, is too sensitive. It desired the execution of the death penalty upon Burklow, and said so in an article entitled, “Sympathy for Burklow.” We said: “The Argus-Journal insists, as gently as possible, that the slayer of Wagoner shall hang.” Whereupon the Argus-Journal, with much anger of voice and vigor of words, declares that this assertion was unwarranted, and that its article, which cold-watered the sympathy felt for Burklow, was not intended as an influence to induce Gov. Cullom to not permit the miserable wretch to escape the gallows. Very well. We accept this explanation as satisfactory. The Argus-Journal did not wish to influence the governor against commutation, but it was anxious to have the sentence of the Johnson County circuit court executed—it wanted Burklow to be hanged, and it took occasion to say this at a time when a strong effort was being made to save his neck; it cold-watered the movement for mercy; but it didn’t desire to influence the governor. Exactly. But after all, is not this the difference betwixt tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee?


            The hangman did his duty well. But after all, how much good was done by this man’s violent and ignominious death? In our opinion none. It is a maxim of the law that it is better that ninety-nine guilty men should escape than one innocent man should suffer. But Burklow was not innocent. Granted. He was a bad man, and had killed a fellow being. Granted. He deserved punishment. Granted, again. But, mark you. Even a guilty man—a man generally believed to be guilty—should have a fair trial. Did Burklow have such a trial? He had no counsel to advise with. The court appointed lawyers to defend him when he appeared in court to answer to the indictment charging him with the murder of Wagner, and without preparation he was forced to a trial. On the other side was the states’ attorney, assisted by Mr. Harker, who had been employed by somebody to prosecute the prisoner. Unprepared Burklow was forced into trial before a jury lacking intelligence, and with a well-prepared prosecution opposed to him. His witnesses could not be obtained. The witnesses for the State were all present, well drilled. Of course Burklow was found guilty. He was sentenced to be hung last January. His lawyers presented the case to the Supreme Court and asked for a supercedeas. It was granted. The hanging was postponed. Then his lawyers abandoned him. They did not appear before the Supreme Court—they did not even file a brief. Of course, the Supreme Court decided that Burklow must hang. The court’s attention had not been called to any errors in the record. The court, desiring to be a little dramatic, fixed the 5th inst., the anniversary of the killing of Wagner, as the day of execution. This was done only about three or four weeks ago. Then it was said—Burklow said so and others said so—that Burklow could prove that he had not acted in cold-blood—that Wagoner had threatened to kill him—that even in the mill, just before his death, Wagoner had advanced upon Burklow with a huge club, etc. If this could have been established, the gallows would have been too much of a punishment for Burklow. We were anxious to ascertain the truth of these claims. We therefore urged a commutation of the sentence, and that failing, a respite. But our efforts failed, and Burklow is where he can neither harm nor be harmed. We do not regret our efforts in his behalf. We do regret they were futile. So, at least for the present, bring down the curtain.
Tuesday, 16 Jul 1878:
Mr. William Greany, who died suddenly on Sunday morning last, was working the day before at the warehouse of Halliday Brothers and drank, it is said, copiously of ice water. It is thought that this brought about his death. Mr. Greany was about twenty-five years of age, was well known and respected, and his death will be universally regretted. He was buried Sunday afternoon, the Ancient Order of Hibernians, of which he was a member, attending his funeral in a body.

Wednesday, 17 Jul 1878:
The drowned actor Noyes is said to have managed a theater in this city at one time.

Thursday, 18 Jul 1878:
The particulars of the killing of a convict at the Southern Illinois penitentiary last week, are given by the Sparta Plaindealer as follows: “Friday afternoon a convict at the Southern Illinois Penitentiary named Jack Anderson, while working in the sandstone quarry about three quarters of a mile from the prison, broke away, and although called upon to halt, still persisted in his attempt to escape. One of the guards fired upon him, wounding him in the knee. A guard rushed up to him, and told him that he must not try to get into a cornfield which was hard by. The man said he would and made for the cornfield, but was headed off and shot down by another guard. Anderson was sentenced from McLean County, June, 1877, for term of two years for burglary and larceny. He was recognized as the greatest desperado in the prison. His record was equally bad at Joliet. He died at 7:30 the same evening.”

Mr. Chandler Francis Robbins, a nephew of Mr. Robbins of this city, died at Independence, Kansas, on the 14th inst. Frank, as he was familiarly called, was about 28 years old, and was well and favorably known as one of the proprietors of Robbins’ Musical Bazaar, of this city, a few years back. His death will occasion surprise among his friends, as it was wholly unexpected.

Friday, 19 Jul 1878:
A white man about forty-five years old was found dead on Halliday’s wharfboat yesterday morning. He was a stranger in this city and nothing is known of him, although it is asserted that he was on his way to St. Louis. He died of dysentery and exhaustion and was in an absolutely destitute condition. Papers found on his person indicate that he had recently been working at Pecan Point, Mo., had owned some property there, and was sold out under a foreclosure. Memoranda addressed to “My dear brother, John Smith,” at Duchess County, New York, and signed by Thomas Smith, were also found, and this furnishes the only clue to his identify. His feet were bound in rags and his apparel and all outward signs showed that he was in very straightened circumstances. No inquest was held, and he was buried at the expense of the county.


            At a meeting of the Ancient Order of Hibernians, Division No. 1, of Cairo, Ills., held at their hall on the 14th inst., the following preamble and resolutions, relative to the death of William Greany, were unanimously adopted:

            Whereas, it has pleased Almighty God to remove from our midst a worthy and valuable citizen, and from this society an earnest and devoted advocate of true Christian charity; therefore,

            Resolved, That while bowing in humble submission to the decree of our Heavenly Father, we feel that in the death of Brother William Greany, this society has suffered irreparably, and we not only regret the loss, but deeply deplore his sudden and untimely demise.

            Resolved, That the sympathy of this organization be and is hereby extended to the parents, brothers, and sisters of our deceased brother in the sad affliction they have been called upon so suddenly to

            Resolved, That these resolutions be spread upon the records of this society, a copy be furnished the relatives of deceased, as also to the city press and Irish World, with the request that they publish the same.
M. O’Connell
J. P. Mannel
J. Barrow, Committee

The list of the Killed and Injured.

            Barnesville, O., July 17.—This morning about 9:30 o’clock a terrific explosion occurred here, caused by the exploding of the boiler of Davis & Starbuck’s large planing mill, which was so terrific as to be heard throughout the city, and caused great loss of life and property. Immediately after the explosion occurred the alarm of fire was sounded, and a crowd was seen wending its way to the mill. It was plain to them that something terrible transpired.

            The names of the killed thus far known are as follows: James Padget, Charles Ellsler, William Hyser, and James Burchard, all of whom were terribly mangled. Those seriously injured are John Moore, hand terribly cut, skull staved in and otherwise bruised; William Dent, leg broke and injured internally; James Blowers, arm broken and deep gash in skull; little Charley Ellsler, son of Charles Ellsler, who was killed, has a deep cut in the neck and was bruised about the head; Samuel Blowers, bruised and injured internally. Janet Ellis very narrowly escaped with his life by jumping out of a second story window just as the building was falling. Everybody is wild and can think of nothing else but the calamity. There may be more dead found as soon as the debris is cleared away.

Saturday, 20 Jul 1878:
FUNERAL NOTICE.—The funeral of Charles Weber, deceased, will take place from his residence this afternoon at 3:30 o’clock. The train will leave the foot of Eighth Street at 4 o’clock, sharp. A general invitation is extended to his friends to attend the funeral, and the members of the Rough and Ready Fire Company are requested to meet at their engine house at 3 o’clock, in full uniform.

About two o’clock yesterday morning, Mrs. Weber, wife of Mr. Charles Weber, proprietor of the Cairo Saloon, was awoke from her slumbers by sounds of distress, which she discovered came from her husband. She arose from bed and upon striking a light found Mr. Weber laboring under some severe illness that made him speechless and entirely helpless. By her cries the distressed lady soon brought several neighbors to his bedside and Dr. Gordon was sent for, when it was found that the patient had succumbed to the head. Mr. Weber lingered in this state until five o’clock yesterday morning, when he died. Mr. Weber was well known to the entire community and deep sorrow is felt at his untimely death. The funeral will take place from the late residence of the deceased, at 4 o’clock this afternoon.

A Little Four-Year-Old Girl Drowned in A Cistern.

            In the rear addition to the Vicksburg House, on Commercial Avenue, is a room used for sleeping purposes. This room was evidently constructed over a cistern, for in the center of the floor is a trapdoor, or covering to it. Between eight and nine o’clock last night, Annie Workman, a bright and handsome little four-year-old girl, daughter of Mrs. Workman, who is employed as cook in the house, was seated on this trapdoor, untying her shoes preparatory to going to bed. It seems the trap was ajar, or it was not securely fastened, and the little one in leaning back tilted it on end, and was precipitated backward into the cistern. A little boy, sitting near her, instantly gave the alarm and many of the boarders hurried to the spot. In the confusion which followed, running hither and thither for lights, ropes and ladders, it was fully fifteen or twenty minutes before a descent was made. A ladder was used and a colored man, who volunteered to go down, got hold of the child at one time, but for some inexplicable reason abandoned his hold, and the child again sunk to the bottom. At least ten or fifteen minutes were elapsed before the lifeless body was brought to the surface and handed to those above in waiting for it. The delay in recovering the body seems almost inexcusable in the light of the fact that there was not more than five and a half feet of water in the cistern. It would be unjust to attach any blame to the men who went to the child’s rescue, for they labored hard and earnestly, but the fact still remains that their work was misdirected and badly managed. Dr. Gordon was in waiting and took the little one in hand at once, but all his labor, assisted by others, and prolonged for about three quarters of an hour, was in vain. Life was totally extinct when the child was recovered, but every effort was made to rekindle any vital spark that might have lingered in her. The mother in a faint in one corner of the parlor; women screaming and children crying and running confusedly in every direction; the physician trying to restore life, all combined to make a distressing and inexpressibly sad scene. Crowds were attracted to the house and lingered about it after the physician had abandoned his task and taken his departure. The child was well known in the neighborhood for its precocity and beauty and was a general favorite.

Tuesday, 23 Jul 1878:
There was one fatal case of yellow fever in St. Louis on Saturday last. The victim was W. Percy O’Bannom, a boy of about 15 years of age, a second clerk on the steamer Commonwealth.

Wednesday, 24 Jul 1878:
Another Shocking Calamity from a Boiler Explosion—An Incompetent Engineer Causes the Death of Three Men and the Wounding of Others Who Cannot Survive.

            BELLEVILLE, July 22.—The bursting of a boiler of a steam thresher on the farm of Mr. Wessel, four and a half miles south of the city at noon today, has produced a profound sensation here on account of the terrible loss of life occasioned thereby. It is reported that there were three persons killed outright, two fatally and four severely wounded. After the explosion a holocaust was added to the scene, burning up straw, wheat and the entire threshing outfit. Drs. Perryman and Bremer have gone to the scene, but up to this time no additional particulars have been heard.

            It is reported that the engineer who was killed, was a stranger, as also were the other two men who were killed outright. A crippled brother of Mr. Wessel is also reported fatally wounded.

            Additional particulars from Wessel’s farm disclose the killing of the engineer name unknown; William Dexter, of Centreville, and Kres, a neighbor.

            Wounded—John Loun or Lounty, of St. Louis, fatally; John and Henry Massel, severe, and another whose name is unknown.

            Some of the bodies were horribly mutilated and badly burned. The farm belongs to Ben Wessel, as also the thresher. Incompetence and carelessness of the engineer is supposed to be the cause.
Friday, 26 Jul 1878:
Henry Smith, a young man about nineteen years old, well known in this city, left here for Minnesota, a short time since, hoping to regain his health. Intelligence of his death was received by his relatives yesterday, and his remains are expected to arrive tomorrow.

Saturday, 27 Jul 1878:
A sister of the late Mr. Henry Smith left here for Minnesota Thursday to secure his remains and have them forwarded to this city for burial.

The report that there is or has been this season a case of yellow fever at our Marine Hospital is not borne out by the facts as stated by Dr. Waldo. The case to which we make allusion, and from which the report doubtless originated, is one of malarial fever, and is at present convalescent. In its incipient stages it had many of the symptoms of yellow fever—a not unusual circumstance.

Sad Sequel to the Mound City Elopement.

            The readers of the Bulletin will remember the account given a few weeks since in our columns of the elopement of a young man named McBride with the daughter of Mr. Nick Smith, of Mound City. We stated at the time that the eloping pair were arrested at Chester, in this state, upon a telegram sent from this city, and that the father had started for that point to bring his daughter home. It appears that upon his arrival at Chester he found that his daughter had been married, and seeing the uselessness of any further opposition, he became reconciled to the situation and McBride and his wife were permitted to depart in peace for St. Louis. It was supposed at the time that Smith returned home, but subsequent events prove the supposition to be incorrect.

            The Chester Tribune of the 24th inst., in speaking of the matter says that Nick Smith arrived there on Friday evening, July 12th. He was under the influence of liquor, and being subject to apoplectic fits or something similar, and much excited over his daughter’s runaway, had an unusually severe shake that night. Next morning he came on the hill, in company with his new made son-in-law, to consult an attorney about prosecuting the officers for permitting his daughter to escape and marry. He was advised from this course. His son-in-law left him and returned to the hotel, and on arrival of the boat departed for St. Louis. Smith lingered around the courthouse for a while, and then went to the upper part of town. He complained of feeling unwell. It is believed he was still drinking. He inquired the way to the penitentiary. Being out of money, he wanted to see Deputy Warden Alex Irvin, with whom he was acquainted, to borrow a sufficient amount to return home. Nothing more was seen of him.

            On Tuesday morning following, a man, in an advanced state of decomposition, was found midway between the city and the penitentiary. He was lying under a tree, on a hillside, at full length, and must have been there two or three days. From the description we have of the body, and of the subject of this sketch, that man was Nick Smith. He was on his way to the penitentiary and feeling unwell, had laid down and died. The remains were interred in Evergreen Cemetery. Smith was a German by nativity, about forty-five years old and at times was very intemperate in the use of liquor. When under its influence he was regarded as a dangerous man, and in a difficulty with a young man named Dwyer at Mound City about five or six years ago he stabbed and killed him. For this crime he served out a term in the penitentiary. He owned and operated a saloon at the time of his death. The Tribune says that Mr. Smith’s relatives have been apprised of the facts stated and a description of the dead man sent them.

Sunday, 28 Jul 1878:
The John Porter is due at this port tomorrow. From dispatches and letters received in this city we learn there are a number of cases of yellow fever on this boat, and it is to be hoped our city authorities will see to it that she is not allowed to subject the citizens of Cairo to the terrible disease. She should not be allowed to land.

The John Porter Scare in This City—Meeting of the Board of Health This Morning.

            The news that the towboat John Porter with several cases of yellow fever on board, was on its way up the river and would probably arrive here tomorrow evening was the topic of conversation in town yesterday afternoon. Two of the officers of the Porter—Messrs. Barney Crane and Angelo McBride—are residents of this city. From a letter written by one of these gentlemen it has been ascertained that a man named Murphy, one of the crew and a citizen of this place, was taken sick on the morning of the 25th below Vicksburg, and died in the hospital at that city the following morning. When about fifty miles above Vicksburg, the engineer of the Porter died. The boat put back to that town with the remains and with the brother of the dead man. After supplying the vacancy the trip was resumed, and information was received here yesterday afternoon that the Porter would be quarantined below Memphis by the authorities of that city. The number of fatal cases on the Porter is reported at last accounts at seven, with ten others prostrated by the disease. Our board of health has been convened by the mayor this morning, and every precaution will doubtless be taken to render us secure against the presence of the scourge. There is not the slightest occasion for alarm, but our authorities are acting wisely in taking time by the forelock, and doing whatever can be done to guard against the approach of the disease.
Wednesday, 31 Jul 1878:
Strict quarantine regulations have been established by the board of health and no steamboat or railroad train from the south will be permitted to come into the city until they have first been carefully examined by a physician.

It was rumored in this city yesterday that Barney Crane and Angelo McBride, who are piloting the steamboat John Porter, had died while that steamer was tied up below Memphis on Monday. There has been no news received in this city that anyone can learn of to these effects, and the story in all probability was started by someone who wanted to create a sensation. On Monday the Porter left Memphis on her way to St. Louis. She is due here this afternoon, but will not be allowed to come to the wharf.  Before the Porter was allowed to pass Memphis, the authorities of that city caused her to be thoroughly examined. Dr. Erskine, who made the examination, reported the crew of the Porter to comprise twenty-six men, all of whom were well and in excellent spirits except one, who was complaining of intense heat. Her officers deny that any of her people have died of the yellow fever. The deaths that have occurred were caused by overheating and drinking too much ice water. The boat was found to be in a good sanitary condition with plenty of medicine but in want of ice and some supplies. She was not permitted to land at Memphis, but stood out in the stream until a tug carried her such supplies as she needed and she then started up the river for St. Louis.

Thursday, 1 Aug 1878:

The long looked for and much dreaded John Porter, which has been reported a floating pest house, came up from New Orleans.  The tug met her at the mouth of the river and our city fathers and medical advisor boarded her and found her in a healthy condition.  They gave her permission to land, and so ends the much talked of yellow fever scare.


At Olmsted, a station on the line of the Cairo and Vincennes railroad, a bull attacked Dr. Wolf’s miller yesterday and gored him to death.


Dr. Thompson, an old man who came to Cairo from the northern part of the state about a year ago, was found dead in the office occupied by him above Ayer’s store on the levee.  He was a homeopathic physician, and for several months after his arrival here made and sold medicines, and managed to eke out a scanty subsistence.  Some two months since his health failed.  He was really a pauper without relatives or friends at least in this community.  And the general impression is that his death was caused by neglect and lack of medical attention.  A charitable lady of the city sent him meals during his protracted sickness.  A meal was left with him Tuesday night, and last night it was found untouched.  The old man was lying beside it, cold and rigid in the sleep that knows no waking.  He had on all his clothes, except his coat, and the position of the body seemed to indicate that he had been sitting upon his coat and fell back upon it to die.  Little is known of his history.  He appeared to be a harmless eccentric creature, extremely reticent as to his circumstances, and was too proud to beg.  Not a few people knew of his helpless situation and among them some high in authority and whether the hand of charity was unjustly withheld is a question we forbear to discuss.  This we do know, that he wasted away in a slow decline, and died at last, in the heart of the city of Cairo, without one friend to do him a kind act, or whisper in his ear a word of sympathy.



Oppressive Weather Yesterday—Four Serious Sunstrokes.

            Although the thermometer yesterday did not indicate as great a degree of heat as we experienced during the heated spell, the weather was more oppressive than it has been at any time during the season.  The whole city broke into a general complaint against the fierceness of the sun’s rays, and several cases of sunstroke were reported.  About 5 o’clock in the evening Mr. W. F. Shuckers was prostrated by the heat and for an hour his life was in great danger.  He fell in the lower hall of The Bulletin building, and luckily received prompt attention.  Dr. Smith was immediately called and succeeded in giving the sufferer relief.  He was removed to his residence at 11 o’clock.  Mr. Thomas Nally of The Bulletin was overcome while in the office of the late Dr. Thompson, over whose body he had heard an inquest would be held, at about 9 o’clock last night.  He was taken to Barclay Bros.’ levee drugstore and there received attention that soon restored him to consciousness.  He was afterwards removed to The Bulletin office and was prescribed for by Dr. Dunning.  At midnight he was out of danger, and will no doubt be able to attend to his ordinary duties in a few days.  Thomas Clark, a negro blacksmith, had a severe attack during the afternoon and late last night his death was momentarily expected.  We learn also that Mr. Whitcamp, an old and well-known citizen, was prostrated last night and was in a dangerous condition when last heard from.



Arrival of the Towboat John Porter—No Fever on Board—Statement of the Captain and Pilot Craine.

            During the past week the most sensational rumors about yellow fever on board the towboat John Porter has been current in Cairo.  She was represented as a charnel house.  It was said almost everyone on her crew was dead or dying.  Crane and McBride, her pilot, had, it was said, died and been dumped into the river.  Her arrival was dreaded by the timid, and preparations were made by Mayor Winter and Board of Health to quarantine her.  Yesterday afternoon Duke Ensminger’s spyglass distinguished her rounding the Point, and Mayor Winter, Quarantine Officer Dunning, and Health Officer Summerwell boarded the tug Cache and steamed down the river to head her off.  About five miles below the city these officers boarded the supposed-to-be-infected steamboat, and found her in perfect sanitary condition, with all on board enjoying excellent health.  She was therefore permitted to steam up to the city and land at the wharf.  Last night she went on to Cincinnati.

            The captain says he lost two men below Vicksburg and one of his engineers above that city, but that neither of them had the yellow fever.  He thinks they were overcome by the heat.

            Mr. Barney Crane, who was one of the pilots on the Porter, in an interview with a Bulletin reporter last evening, said that when the boat left New Orleans all on board were well, but that a little distance below Vicksburg, a man named Murphy and another man whose name had slipped his memory were taken sick, and were sent to the hospital on arriving at Vicksburg.  The Porter continued on up the river about fifty miles, when another young man, an engineer, was taken sick and died.  The boat returned to Vicksburg and left the remains there.  She then came on north and no sickness has occurred on her since.  Mr. Crane says there is no doubt in his mind that Murphy, who died in the hospital at Vicksburg, and the other man who was sent there with him, and who is now on a fair way to recovery, had yellow fever.  The young man who died above that city, he says, was a victim of the heat.  The boat, he says, is now perfectly free from disease.  Mr. Crane was greatly amused at the stories he had heard, since arriving home yesterday, of the terrible havoc the dread disease was causing on the Porter, and expressed his opinion bluntly of the people who would start such falsehoods to frighten folks. 


Saturday, 3 Aug 1878:

Tom Clark, the colored blacksmith who was dangerously sunstroke on Wednesday afternoon was up and about the house yesterday.


Mr. Charles Lame, who has been ill for some days, was reported to be in a very critical condition last night.


Mrs. Eliza Gilmore, widow of the late B. G. Gilmore, was yesterday paid $2,000 by the Mutual Benefit Life Insurance Company, of which Mr. W. H. Morris is agent in this city. 


Tuesday, 6 Aug 1878:

George Rutledge, one of the negroes who was killed in the affray at Caledonia barbecue on Saturday last, was a resident of Mound City.  Will Freeman, the other victim, lived near Caledonia.  The affair originated in whisky and women. 


Thursday, 8 Aug 1878:

NOTICE.—My wife, Louisiana Stoner, having left my bed and board, without just cause or provocation, all persons are hereby notified not to harbor or trust her on my account, as I will pay no debts of her constructing.

W. H. Stoner

August 7, 1878

            (Her death on 26 Oct 1878, was reported in the Cairo Evening Sun issue of that date.—Darrel Dexter


Saturday, 10 Aug 1878:

The news of the death of Mrs. Dr. Casey, of Mound City, though not unexpected, will be received with sadness by her many friends in Cairo.  She died yesterday afternoon about three o’clock.  Mrs. Casey had been in feeble state of health for a long time, having been attacked by a paralytic stroke some two years ago, and later having suffered from heart disease.  She was resigned to her fate and met death with fortitude worthy her character.  Mrs. Casey was a woman of superior qualities and her loss will be deeply felt in the community.  Her husband and children have the sympathy of a very large circle of friends in their deep and irreparable loss. 


Sunday, 11 Aug 1878:

The death of Captain Gus Fowler, which occurred at his residence in Paducah at five o’clock yesterday morning, though not unexpected, will cause deep regret among his large circle of friends in this city.  For the past three years the deceased has suffered from heart disease, though his sufferings were borne with a manliness worthy his character, he welcomed death.  Captain Fowler was a man among men.  He was kind-hearted and generous, ever ready to extend a helping hand to the needy and distressed, and was a valued citizen in the community in which he resided.  He was a member of the firm of Fowler, Lee & Co., of Paducah, and was to be a considerable extent interested in steamboat Fisk and stock in the Evansville and Cairo packets.  His remains will be interred at Paducah today.


Mrs. Dr. Casey was buried at Villa Ridge this afternoon.


Mr. George Lounsbury, formerly of this city, and later a resident of Denver, Colorado, died in that city on last Wednesday.  The deceased had many friends in this city who will regret to hear of his death. 


Tuesday, 13 Aug 1878:


Suicide of an Illinois State Senator—An Indictment for Defaulting Supposed to be the Cause.

            SPRINGFIELD, Ill., August 10.—News has reached this city that Hon. O. V. Smith, of Lawrence County, state senator from the Forty-fifth district, in Southern Illinois, committed suicided on Saturday by swallowing two ounces of laudanum.   Smith was elected state senator by the Democrats in 1874.  His term expired in January next.  He was a native of Ohio, aged 38 years.  He had been treasurer of Lawrence County.  The cause of his suicide is thus explained:  In closing up his affairs as county treasurer four years ago, he was found to be a defaulter.  The amount was immediately made good by his father and his bondsmen, and the whole affair was considered amicably arranged.  No criminality on his part was charged, but careless business habits were considered the cause, it appearing that important vouchers had never been taken, or if taken lost.  It has now been developed that some person appeared before the grand jury recently and that a true bill of indictment was found against him.  It is supposed that he in some way obtained knowledge of this and hence his self-destruction.


The remains of the late Mrs. Casey were interred in the Catholic cemetery at Villa Ridge on Sunday afternoon.  The funeral was largely attended.


A young man, an engineer, whose name we were unable to learn, came to Cairo a few days ago to pay a visit to his brother, who is an engineer on the Illinois Central railroad.  He was on his return home on a freight train Sunday evening, and when near Cobden fell from the rear car of the train on which he was riding and was killed.

            (This may be Richard Guitteau, aged 32 years, who the 17 Aug 1878, Jonesboro Gazette reported as being killed in a railroad accident at Cobden on 14 Aug 1878, although the death dates do not match.—Darrel Dexter)


The funeral of Captain Gus Fowler, of Paducah, on Sunday afternoon was very largely attended.  A number of prominent gentlemen of this city, former friends and acquaintances of the deceased, including Mayor E. W. Halliday, John Q. Harman, Professor Alvord, Capt. W. P. Halliday, Col. James S. Rearden, and W. H. Morris, went up on the yacht Ariadne to attend the last sad rite.


A sad affair, the result of the thoughtlessness of a lot of young boys, occurred near the stone depot on Sunday evening.  A little colored boy named James Thomas, was playing with a raft in the Ohio River, when several white boys who were standing about on the bank through sport, began throwing stones at him.  One of the rocks, a large one, struck the raft, parting the boards, causing the little fellow to fall into the water beyond his depth, and being unable to swim, he was drowned.  His body was recovered after several hours’ search and removed to the home of his parents.  This is a sad lesson to the boys who unintentionally caused his death, and should be warning to them hereafter. 


Wednesday, 14 Aug 1878:

Little Hattie Wheeler, daughter of Mr. S. P. Wheeler, of this city, is lying at the point of death, at Green Lake, Wisconsin, where she went with her parents to spend the summer. 


Thursday, 15 Aug 1878:

We clip the following item from the river column of the Paducah News of Monday:  The Messrs. Halliday & Phillips brought their pleasure boat Ariadne up from Cairo yesterday with quite a party of old friends of the late Capt. L. A. Fowler to attend his funeral.  Among those present were noticed Capt. William Halliday, Capt. J. M. Phillis, Maj. Ed. Halliday, Capt. Rearden, agent Mississippi Valley Transportation company; G. D. Williamson, boat store merchant; John Q. Harman, G. G. Alvord, W. H. Morris and others.  The Ariadne was fully draped in mourning, with flags at half-mast, as a testimonial of the kind regard in which Capt. Fowler was held by her owner.  Such marks of friendship and condolence are seldom shown to the dead, and we dare say is very properly appreciated by the relatives of the deceased, and also serves to bring the two cities nearer together in ties of neighborly friendship.



The Late Mrs. Newton R. Casey, of Mound City.

            Mrs. Florida Casey was born at Shawneetown, Illinois, September 26, 1830, and consequently would have been forty-eight years old on the 26th of September next.  Her father, Gen. Moses M. Rawlings, removed from Shawneetown when she was quite small to Louisville, Ky., and Mrs. Casey was sent to Nazareth Academy, a Catholic school near Bardstown, Ky., where she remained for six years, and at the end of that time, graduated first in her class.  She was married to Dr. N. R. Casey on the 4th of December, 1847, at Louisville, Ky.  She went with her husband to Benton, Illinois, where she remained one year, removing from there to Mount Vernon, Illinois, and remained there until 1857, when her husband removed to Mound City, Illinois, where she lived until her death, which occurred on the 9th of August, 1878.  On the 16th of September, 1876, she was stricken down with paralysis, almost three years ago, and had been a great sufferer from that time until her death.  She partially recovered in some respects; visited the Hot Springs in Arkansas, and other places for her health, but what relief she obtained was only temporary.  She was a devout, practical member of the Catholic Church, but liberal.  She studied the doctrines of all other churches.  She was familiar with the faiths held by all.  By her efforts some twenty-five acres of ground was purchased for a Catholic cemetery, just north of the Junction, which ground she visited a year ago, and selected the spot where she wished to be buried. 


Friday, 16 Aug  1878:

Mr. E. W. Halliday left yesterday for Sheboygan, in answer to a telegram announcing the serious illness of one of his children.



            The following resolutions were adopted by the Rough and Ready Fire Company, at a meeting held at their hall in Cairo, Ill., August 5, 1878:

            Whereas, The members of this company have heard with deep and heartfelt regret of the death of their friend and companion, Charles Weber, one who was for so many years associated with them as a member and officer of this company, and whose genial qualities had endeared him to all connected with him; therefore, be it

            Resolved, That we desire to pay our humble tribute to his memory and to his many good qualities.  He was a good citizen, a warm and generous friend, a loving and devoted husband and father.

            Resolved, That we deeply deplore and mourn his loss, and join in sympathy with the sorrow of his bereaved wife and sister.

            Resolved, That as a token of respect a leaf of the Journal be set apart as a tablet and these resolutions inscribed thereon.

            Resolved, That a copy of these resolutions be sent o his wife and sister and furnished to the daily Bulletin for publication.

Charles Cunningham

Harry Schuh

F. Koehler, Committee 


Saturday, 17 Aug 1878:

Mrs. James Browner, of Mound City, died at her home in that city on Thursday, and her funeral took place at Beech Grove Cemetery yesterday afternoon.  Mrs. Browner was an exemplary wife and mother, and her death is a serious loss to the community in which she lived. 


Tuesday, 20 Aug 1878:


Shot to Death in a Negro Brothel.

            Jim Jones and Foster Rotler, both colored, got into a quarrel last night between eleven and twelve o’clock in the negro brothel in the rear of building at the corner of Eighth Street and Ohio Levee.  During the fight which ensued, Jones shot Rotler in the bowels, inflicting a mortal wound.  Shortly after the shooting Rotler was removed to his home on Fifth Street and was still alive at 12 o’clock, though he is probably dead this morning.  He was shot through the bowels and was bleeding internally when the Bulletin reporter saw him.  Jones was arrested about twelve o’clock in front of the Planters’ House, by Officers Axley and George Wilson and was locked up in the county jail.  The men quarreled about a woman.

            (The 21 Aug 1878, issue identified the parties involved as James Woods and George Rotter.—Darrel Dexter


Wednesday, 21 Aug 1878:

DIED.—At her mother’s residence, the 20th of August, 1878, E. Viola Hendricks, in her fifteenth year.  Through the months of suffering; through days and nights of bodily anguish, this sweet girl passed with a patience and resignation wonderful in one so young.  Uncomplainingly she endured pain that would have wrung impatient murmurings from the strongest man; never even in her moments of greatest torture, forgetting the comfort of others and especially of her mother, whom she loved as few children are capable of loving.  From her infancy she had ever been gentle and amiable, a comfort and joy unspeakable to her mother, and a sunbeam to all those she came in contact with.  She has passed sweetly and quietly away to that bright world she was so well fitted to enter, and though the hearts of mother, brother, sister and friends are torn with bitterest grief, it must be, even in this dark hour, a comport unspeakable to know that she is at last safely bound around with that divine love which shuts out sorrow, trials, and pain, and feeds the purified spirit upon joys far above our earthly comprehension.


The negro, George Rotter, who was shot by another negro named James Woods, at the corner of Eighth Street and Ohio Levee on Monday night, was still alive at nine o’clock last night though but slight hopes for his recovery were entertained.  The ball entered his body about an inch above the navel and lodged in his bowels.  He bled very little outwardly from the wound and it is believed that he was bleeding within.  Woods, who did the shooting, is still in jail and will not be given a hearing until the fate of his victim is determined.


The story having been circulated about town yesterday to the effect that a man—a stranger—had died of yellow fever the night previous at the boarding house kept by Mr. William O’Callahan, at the corner of Fourth Street and Commercial Avenue, a report for the Bulletin yesterday made an investigation into the affair and ascertained the following facts:  the man had been in the city for about six weeks, and was a piano tuner by profession.  He was sixty years old, and sick when he came to Cairo.  For the last two or three weeks he was scarcely able to go up and down stairs without assistance, and it was a common remark among the boarders that the old man was not going to last much longer.  On Saturday he was more that usually feeble, and on Sunday took to his bed and on Monday evening he died.  He was buried at an early hour yesterday morning.  He was penniless and friendless, but did not have yellow fever. 


Thursday, 22 Aug 1878:

Mrs. Sweeney, the widow woman who died so suddenly at her home in the lower part of the city about two weeks ago, having no relation in this country, willed all her effects, consisting of nine hundred dollars in government bonds, a small house and lot on Fourth Street, and other articles to little Harry Candee, son of Mr. and Mrs. H. H. Candee, of this city.  The will was probated in the county court last Monday.


A brakeman on the Illinois Central railroad, named Gamble, whose home was in Richview, fell off a freight train between Cobden and Makanda Tuesday night and we killed.  Gamble is said to have been one of the most valuable brakemen in the employ of the Illinois Central road. 


Friday, 23 Aug 1878:

Mrs. James Clonan, who has been suffering for some weeks of bilious fever, died yesterday morning.


Saturday, 24 Aug 1878:

A ripple of excitement was raised in this city yesterday morning over the report that a man, who recently arrived in Cairo, had been stricken down with the yellow fever at his boarding house on Poplar Street, between Fourteenth and Fifteenth streets.  Dr. Waldo, who is the attending physician, was called on by a Bulletin reporter, to ascertain the particulars of the case, and was assured by the doctor that the sickness of the man is nothing more nor less than bilious fever.  Cairo is entirely free from the Southern scourge.


Jim Woods, the notorious negro shot on Tuesday night in a colored bagnio, at the corner of Eighth Street and Ohio Levee is recovering.

            (Earlier reports stated that James “Jim” Woods was the man who shot George Rotter or Rotler.—Darrel Dexter


Sunday, 25 Aug 1878:

Mr. Dan Gelly, an old passenger conductor on the Chicago, St. Louis and New Orleans road, died at Jackson, Tenn., on Friday night of bilious fever.


At 3:45 o’clock this morning Mr. John Oberly, Sr., breathed his last.  Although he had been seriously sick for a couple of days, his death was wholly unexpected.  He caught a severe cold on Wednesday night, which settle upon his lungs and produced congestion.  Mr. O. was in his seventy-first year and for his age, was remarkably well preserved.  He was the father of three living children, Mr. John H. Oberly, being the oldest.  Funeral services at the residence of his son at 9 o’clock tomorrow morning.  Train will leave the foot of Twelfth Street for burial ground at 10 o’clock.  All friends and acquaintances are invited to attend.


Miss Eva Van Ostean, who spent several weeks with her uncle, Mr. C. R. Woodward, in this city, about a year ago, and who will be remembered by many of the young people here, died of yellow fever at her home in New Orleans, Thursday night. 


Tuesday, 27 Aug 1878:

After services conducted by Rev. Mr. George yesterday morning, the remains of the late Mr. John Oberly were followed to Beech Grove by relatives and a large number of those who enjoyed his friendship while living.  An earnest and impressive prayer was delivered at the grave by Rev. Mr. George and the earth closed forever upon a good man.  Looking at the matter with the lights before us, we think there is hardly any doubt but Mr. O. if he had taken the precautions usual to persons of his years, would be living today.  He was a man of superb physique, and during all his long life of toil and exertion, he neither shunned not feared the elements.  He belonged to that rugged and sterling type of manhood familiarly known as “Pennsylvania Dutchmen,” whose descendants can be found today in every state and territory of our country.  Inured to the hard and rough work of the farm from childhood, rising with the sun and retiring only after all the chores of the day had been performed; repeating this through all seasons for years, the old gentleman grew to manhood as near weatherproof as it is possible for human nature to attain.  In his later days he cherished a pity bordering upon contempt for the man who would resort to umbrellas or arctic shoes as protection against the elements and pronounced as effeminate and unworthy of manhood the fashion that arrayed men in heavy underwear and many coats.  Indeed, his feelings of the invincibility of his powers of endurance undoubtedly hastened his death.  Although seventy-one, his frame was massive and his muscles sinewy and strong.  The machinery of life in him was unimpaired.  No vital organ was seriously affected and with prudence and care he promised to be a centenarian.  He was a Christian in the broad sense of that word.  He could see good in all creeds, but became wedded to no particular one, although in late years he often expressed an admiration for the faith of the Roman church.  For the Rev. Mr. George, the Presbyterian minister of this city, he had a high personal regard, and in his dying hours asked that he be summoned to his bedside.  He was very fond of children, and this love was reciprocated by those around him.  They left nothing undone to make his later years comfortable and pleasant to him.  He commanded many kind hearts and ready and willing hands to execute his slightest wishes.  His wife, who survives him, is in her seventy-eighth year.


Mr. P. W. Barclay left the city for Russellville, Ky., yesterday on receipt of a telegram stating that his father was lying at the point of death from a paralytic stroke.


DIED.—Yesterday morning at six o’clock of bilious fever, Julia, wife of James Clonan, aged 37 years.  Funeral services at the Catholic church, corner Ninth Street at 3 p.m. today.  A special train will leave foot of Eighth Street at 4 p.m. for Villa Ridge, where the remains will be interred.  Friends and acquaintances of the family are invited to attend.  (Chicago papers please copy)


Charles Tyler, a colored roustabout, while working at loading a Mississippi Valley Transportation Company barge yesterday morning, went to the stern of the barge to see how much water she was drawing. In leaning over the barge, he lost his balance and fell into the river and was drowned. His body was recovered about one o’clock yesterday afternoon.

The Sun of yesterday evening says: “It is needless for us to tell our readers that from statements by those who ought to know, we are of the opinion that Mr. Clark died of yellow fever, contracted in Memphis, but our physicians think this disease can not and will not spread from this case.” Will our neighbor be kind enough to give to the public the “statements by those who ought to know” upon which it expresses the opinion that Mr. Clark died of yellow fever? A newspaper opinion of the matter amounts to very little in any event, but such an opinion expressed upon the authority of physicians who examined the case and passed upon it would be justly entitled to weight. We therefore express the opinion based upon “statements of those who ought to know” that Mr. Clark did not die of yellow fever, and “those who ought to know” are physicians who examined the case. Dr. Dunning expressed the opinion and is positive in it, that Mr. Clark died of “pernicious bilious fever;” the board of health adopted this view of it; Dr. Wardner thinks it might have been yellow fever modified by climatic conditions” while Dr. Waldo, when we last interviewed him on the subject, was of the opinion that it was bilious fever of an aggravated type. The testimony is conclusive therefore that the case was not yellow fever—at least such is the testimony of doctors, and we believe they may safely be ranged under the head of that large class—”those who ought to know.” It is probable, however, that the Sun bases its statement upon a diagnosis of the case made by his honor and an experienced nurse sent by his honor to investigate the subject, and in this way to settle and reconcile the doubts which existed at one time in the scientific minds of the M.D.s. The nurse first sided with the men of science. He changed his mind, however, after fuller investigation and concluded that it was a case of the most pronounced type. The doctors, however, did not change and the board of health adopted their views. The Bulletin believes that the doctors were right, and the Sun and its informants wrong in their conclusion. Will our neighbor give us the names of “those who ought to know?”

Wednesday, 28 Aug 1878:
Mr. Hugh Barclay, the venerable father of Messrs. P. W. and James Barclay, was sinking rapidly at his home in Russellville, Ky., yesterday afternoon, and ere this has probably passed away. Mr. P. W. Barclay reached Russellville in time to be at his parent’s dying bedside. The old gentleman was advanced in years, and until a recent paralytic stroke prostrated him, he was hale and hearty and bid fair to live many years yet. The gentlemen and their families have the sympathy of the community in their affliction.

The remains of Mrs. Clonan were yesterday followed to St. Patrick’s Church and then to Villa Ridge by a large concourse of relatives and acquaintances.

DIED.—August 27th, at 11 o’clock a.m., Fannie May, infant daughter of John and Sallie Sproat, aged 8 days. The remains were taken to the family vault at Peoria on last evening’s train.

Sunday, 1 Sep 1878:
Mr. S. P. Wheeler returned from Dixon Springs yesterday. His little daughter, Hattie, who has been very sick at the Springs, and whose life at one time was despaired of, is, we are glad to state, improving rapidly.

Tuesday, 3 Sep 1878:
Mr. Bob Stewart, Sunday, received a telegram announcing the death of his sister, Mrs. Ritchie, of yellow fever, at New Orleans. Mrs. Ritchie was raised almost in this city, and her death will create grief in the ranks of a large circle of relatives and acquaintances.

Jack Conner—one of the landmarks of Cairo—known to every man, woman and child in the city, died yesterday after a lingering illness. In his day and in his way Jack was a prominent figure in Cairo, and often filled a large measure of the attention of the public. He was well up in years, though by no means an old man. He leaves a family behind him, almost all grown. The funeral will take place today and the remains will be conveyed to Villa Ridge on the passenger train at 1:10 this afternoon.

Our readers have not forgotten the “wild printer” who ran the blockade here about ten days ago, was found sick in a boxcar and sent to the hospital. He was put in his last box on Sunday and buried quietly at midnight. He died of probably the worst case of yellow fever that was ever known to exist—according to common talk on the streets. He name is Charles Edgar, and he will be found at work in the composing room of The Bulletin tomorrow. He is the healthiest specimen of a ghost that mortal eyes could wish to dwell on. Dr. Wood pulled him through a bad case of chills and fever, and Edgar is very grateful to him. But the sensation loving public will never forgive him for exploding one of the most plausible lies that has been originated during the scare.

On Sunday a rumor was currently everywhere on the streets that there were six cases broken out at Hickman, Ky., about forty miles below here on the Mississippi River. While the story was traveling the usual circuit, Maj. Ed. Halliday received telegraphic information that the story was groundless, but it kept going the rounds all the same. Later in the day Mr. Matt Fulton received a telegram from his father which also denied the story, but it as alive and doing service again on the street yesterday.
Thursday, 5 Sep 1878:
One feature of the Hickman scare is that it banished for the time being all rumored cases out of this city. The sensation mongers cannot supply Hickman and Cairo with terror doses at the same time. It is sad.

Mr. Hugh Barclay, father of Messrs. P. W. and James Barclay, of this city, died at his home in Russellville, Ky., yesterday morning at one o’clock. Mr. Barclay had lived beyond the allotted three score and ten, and although his death was not unexpected, yet the news brought sadness to his relatives and to a large circle of friends and acquaintances in this city. Mr. P. W. Barclay was in Russellville and attended his father in his last hours.

Friday, 6 Sep 1878:
Greene Neale, indicted for stabbing Duffy, was acquitted in court yesterday.

The many friends of Mrs. Perkins in this city, to whom she was best known as Mrs. Stewart, will be shocked to learn of her death, which occurred of yellow fever at New Orleans a few days since.

Advices from Hickman yesterday were conflicting. A dispatch from Mr. Matt Fulton dated about 6 o’clock a.m. put the deaths at five and the new cases at three during the preceding 24 hours. A dispatch at the office of the Iron Mountain road early yesterday morning put the deaths at three and the new cases at two during the preceding 24 hours. We heard that Dr. Dunning had received a dispatch putting the cases at 60 and the deaths at 12. It was also stated in the telegram, so we are informed, that the disease was yellow fever, with black vomit. The 60 cases, we infer, covers the whole number since the outbreak of the disease, ten or twelve days ago, and the deaths cover the same period. If the number of new cases occurring on Wednesday is reported correctly in the two first dispatches, the disease at Hickman differs from that which has been raging in the south, for even in the smallest communities the spread has been at the average rate of 20 new cases each day from the time it gets a fair start up to as high as 50 and 60. Another feature of the Hickman disease, unlike the southern fever, is the small percentage of mortality. But we are reminded that it makes no difference what we may call it—it kills all the same. It makes a great deal of difference as to what it is called, if it is called properly. It makes the difference between a plague that spreads and is fatal and a disease that may be fatal, but is confined to the community in which it originates. Doctors are not infallible and the Hickman members of the profession constitute no exception to this remark.

Saturday, 7 Sep 1878:
Judge Bird yesterday received these telegrams: “Vicksburg, Sept. 1878. J. J. Bird: If it is Dr. A. R. Green (colored) to whom you refer, he is dead—fell a martyr to the cause. William Rockwood, president board of health.” Dr. Green was the stepfather of Judge Bird, was a man of fine endowments, ranked as the finest colored physician in the South, and commanded the respect of all classes and colors of people. Later yesterday, he received this telegram: “Vicksburg, Sept. 6, 1878. J. J. Bird. Your mother is very sick. A. R. Green died last night. Thomas W. Stringer.” In this sad news, Mr. Bird will have the full sympathy of this community, and the wish that his mother may escape the fate that has overtaken her husband.

The negro, whom our readers ill recollect as having shot a white girl at Hodges Park late last spring, was tried in our circuit court on Monday last, and sentenced to the penitentiary for one year.

Sunday, 8 Sep 1878:
Mr. Ben McGee, who has been dying with yellow fever for the past week—according to the stores if the “bulls”—is convalescent and his brother, who was said to be in a similar condition, resumed work yesterday.  It pains us to expose these stories, but duty is imperative.

Tuesday, 10 Sep 1878:
John Barton of the Carbondale Free Press, says, in the last issue of that paper: “We are pained to learn the death of Mr. John Oberly, father of John H. Oberly, of the Cairo Bulletin, which occurred on Sunday of last week. His age was 71 years. For a number of years he has resided near this place, and was widely known and highly respected. The immediate cause of his death was a cold brought on by exposure. Mr. Oberly was a near and dear friend to the writer. We knew him long, and learned to love him for his kindness of heart and sterling qualities. He was a good man in every sense of the word. His memory will live with us as long as life shall last. Peace to his ashes.

The matter of The Bulletin is shot this morning. Mr. T. Nally, the editor and a printer of two are sick—but not with yellow fever. They will, we have no doubt, be at their posts again in a few days; but in the meantime, being unable to obtain persons to fill their places, we shall be compelled to run short on reading matter.

Mr. Crawley, who died in this city yesterday, was one of Cairo’s oldest citizens. He was well and favorably known to all of our people, and his death will be regretted by all.

A letter received by Mr. Ike Walder, from Sam Ulman, who is in Clinton, Ky., denies the report that there have been any deaths from yellow fever in that town. Two refugees from Memphis have died in the vicinity of Clinton within the last week, but they were isolated places several miles from the town.

The body of a man supposed to be one William Freeman, was found in the Ohio River at Mound City on Sunday morning. Several wounds were found on the deceased, which leads the citizens of that place to the conclusion that Freeman was a victim of foul play. Two men, flatboatmen, who reported the finding of the body of Freeman, were arrested, but we hear there has been nothing learned that points to their guilt.

The family of Tom Porter, who resides about two miles above this city, on the Unity Road, numbering five members, are all down with what the doctors pronounce pernicious bilious fever. The disease commenced in the family last Wednesday. John Porter will probably die; Mrs. Porter was unable to be about the house on Sunday but took a relapse, and is again confined to her bed. Mr. Porter, who was in the city yesterday, left the impression that the disease is of a suspicious character, and it will be well for our authorities to take this matter in hand and exercise the precaution the case demands.

            (Thomas Porter married Miniser Night on 7 Feb 1861, in Alexander Co., Ill.  They are on the 1870 census of North Cairo Precinct, Alexander Co., Ill.:  Thomas Porter, 49, born in Tennessee, farmer; Missenia, 30, Kentucky; Mary, 17, Kentucky; Julia, 14, Kentucky; Thomas, 13, Illinois; John, 8, Illinois; and William, 5, Illinois.—Darrel Dexter)

The following dispatch from Dr. Luke Blackburn, the eminent Louisville physician who arrived in Hickman a few days ago, will settle the doubt as to whether the disease that has prevailed in Hickman is “milk fever” or yellow fever. “Hickman, Ky., September 8, 1878, Dr. C. W. Dunning, Quarantine Physician: Telegraphic operator down with yellow fever. This is yellow fever beyond question. Fifty or more sick or convalescing. Some will die. About sixty white and one hundred and fifty blacks in town. The worst is over. The physicians here can control the disease. Guard your quarantine and you will save your people.
Luke P. Blackburn.

It was rumored on our streets yesterday that Col. Winston, formerly of this city, was lying at the point of death, at his farm near Grand Chain.

The people of Metropolis are in a state of uneasiness. About ten days ago, a young lady, Miss Loudon, arrived in Metropolis by way of Louisville, from Memphis, and took up her quarters with her brother, Captain Loudon, on the steamboat Keokuk, laying at the shipyards there receiving repairs. A day or two after her arrival at Metropolis, Miss Loudon was confined to her bed by sickness, pronounced by the physicians of the place bilious fever. Many of the ladies of Metropolis visited Miss Loudon, remaining with her hours at a time, until Thursday last, when the doctors pronounced the disease yellow fever. Miss Loudon died on Friday and was buried on Saturday. This is the case that has created so much talk in this city, the report having been spread that Captain Loudon, after the nature of his sister’s illness had been known, was refused assistance, and was unable to procure a coffin in Metropolis to bury her in. The fact is Captain Loudon desired a metallic coffin, and being unable to procure it in Metropolis, he went to Paducah and purchased it. The people of Metropolis did all they could to assist him in his bereavement. Captain John Willis preferring his personal assistance in performing the last rites, but Captain Loudon having the crew of his boat at his command refused to allow Mr. Willer (Willis?) to run any danger from going about the corpse.

Wednesday, 11 Sep 1878:
The sickness of the Porter family, living in a swampy location about two miles from this city, has created considerable excitement and alarm among our people. Many of them believe it genuine yellow fever, but this conclusion does not seem to be altogether justified by a scientific diagnosis of the cases and a consideration of the peculiar surroundings of the family. The Porter residence is about two miles from the upper levee, and has a pond of stagnant water in its front and a swamp in its rear. The man who settled the place lost nearly all his family by malarial fever, and his colored successor was driven from the place by persistent assault of bilious fever on himself, wife and children. Mr. Porter nearly died from the effects of malarial attack since he became the occupant of the place, and his family are now failing victims of the same disease. In all probability, the Porters would be suffering and dying from the effect of malarial poisoning even if yellow fever were not epidemic south of us and very close to our doors. But, if we admit that the Porters are down with yellow fever, there is nothing in the admission that need give to the people of Cairo unreasonable alarm. The Porter place is two miles from the cross levee and if our officials act with prudence we have no more to fear from the existence of the fever there than at Hickman. They should isolate the Porters, and the good people of our city should be volunteering their services—by sending to Mr. Porter and his stricken household medicine, provision, etc.—render unnecessary the daily presence of that gentleman in the city—at the post office, groceries, and dry goods stores.

Miss Belle Stevens, niece of Tom Porter, died Tuesday morning at 7 o’clock, of a pernicious type of malarial fever complicated by a hemorrhagic tendency.

Mr. Tom Nally, editor of The Bulletin, has been seriously sick with bilious fever, but is not in danger. He was improving at 3 o’clock this morning.

A subscription list for the benefit of the Porter family may be found at the office of the board of health. We are sure our good people, who never fail to give liberally to distress at a distance, will be open-handed in response to this appeal. Mr. Porter has been tried even as Job was. About ten years ago he became a convert to Christian religion and since then has lived a life above reproach, but ever since his conversion he has been a victim of misfortune. Bad luck has pursued him like a haunting ghost. Whatever he has touched has been blasted, and now comes this greatest of all his misfortunes. But Tom Porter, a Christian of the type of those who suffered martyrdom for their belief, will stand steadfast to the last. He is a moral hero.

At 11 o’clock yesterday the remaining child of Mr. Porter took the fever, and yesterday evening, Mr. Porter went to bed sick. He is worn out with work and anxiety.

Yesterday morning Dr. Dunning received the following: “Chicago, Sept. 10, 1878. Dr. C. W. Dunning, M.D.: Please let me know all the facts in the connection with the reported yellow fever in the Porter family. John H. Rauch, President Illinois State Board of Health.” To this Dr. Dunning replied as follows: “Cairo, Sept. 10, 1878, Dr. Dr. John H. Rauch, President State Board of Health. Four of the Porter family were attacked Wednesday night with nausea and vomiting, bleeding from the nostrils, fever, and restlessness. The family occupy a place surrounded by low, swampy grounds, and are constantly subjected to a poisonous malaria. C. W. Dunning.”

The Porter family case was the subject of discussion yesterday in every part of the city. Some asserted, with the most decided emphasis, that the Porters had yellow fever; others, with as much emphasis, declared the cases were nothing but malignant fever. Drs. Waldo and Gordon call the disease yellow fever, but Dr. Dunning, who saw the sick people, describes the disease as pernicious type of malarial fever complicated by hemorrhagic tendency. The Porter family occupies a place which was first settled by an old Frenchman named Castello, who remained in possession of it until nearly all of his family died of malarial fever. Since then, up to the time Porter moved on to it, the place was occupied by a negro family who finally had to abandon it in consequence of the continued presence of bilious ever in his family. During the past two years members of Mr. Porter’s have been at intervals sick with malarial fever, and last summer Mr. Porter himself nearly died from the poisonous effects of the malaria surrounding his home. His house is located in front of a pond of stagnant water and behind it is a swamp with a wagonload of malaria to every square inch. The family use a well, the water of which is nothing but swamp water filtered through the earth. The disease that is now afflicting the Porters might have attacked them even if there had been no yellow fever in the land.

Thursday, 12 Sep 1878:
Jim Stewart, formerly of this city, brother of Mrs. Richey, who died of yellow fever at New Orleans, is reported to be down with the same disease.

Judge J. J. Bird, received a telegram from Vicksburg yesterday informing him that his mother, who has been down with the yellow fever, is getting well.

T. M. Wescott telegraphed to Mr. C. Pink yesterday as follows: “Poor Hunter not expected to live through the day. God only can save him.” This is sad news, indeed. Poor Hunter ran express on the New Orleans, Chicago and St. Louis railroad, between Cairo and Canton. A couple of weeks ago a messenger was ordered to run between Canton and New Orleans.  He refused. The order was then given to Hunter who obeyed it, and commenced running into New Orleans about a week ago and has already fallen a victim to the disease. He has in this city a wife and five children who will be left in almost destitute circumstances. “Poor Hunter.”

            (The 12 Sep 1878, Cairo Evening Sun identifies the man as Bruce Hunter.—Darrel Dexter)

Dr. William R. Smith visited the Porters yesterday morning and made a careful examination of the family and of the circumstances surrounding the cases. He has no hesitation in pronouncing against the assertion that the disease afflicting the family is yellow fever. He forcibly says: “If the Porters have yellow fever I don’t know what a boil is.” He has no doubt the disease is malaria hemorrhagica.

The sickness of the Porter family is not yellow fever. This we assert without fear of successful contradiction. We know that Drs. Gordon and Waldo say it is, but Drs. Smith, Dunning, Marene and the Parkers say it is not, and all the facts are with the anti-fever doctors. The sick persons were Mrs. Porter, Thomas Jr., John and Willie and Miss Stevens. All but Willie went to bed with the sickness a week ago yesterday. Willie was taken Tuesday. Mrs. Porter got up in a short time and waited on the sick. She relapsed, but is now doing well. Tom soon got up and is now cooking for the family. He eats heartily and smokes cigars with a relish. He is one of the sick, who, it is said, had the black vomit. But the fact is he is a “natural bleeder” and the black vomit story is all stuff. Willie, who was reported down on Tuesday, had no fever yesterday. He is as gay as a lark. Miss Stevens died and turned yellow, and on this circumstance the fever doctors have founded their yellow fever theory. But it will not do. The disease of which she died was malaria hemorrhagica, and nearly every victim of it turns yellow after death. But the yellow of yellow fever and the yellow of hemorrhagic are easily distinguishable from each other, and we do not believe the yellow fever color was on Miss Stevens after her death. Indeed we are sure the Porter family have not had the yellow fever, and the sensation mongers might have been in better business than inventing such a story.


Friday, 1 Nov 1878:
From the Litchfield, Minn. Press, we learn of the death of Mrs. Emily L., wife of Mr. P. Simons, who some years ago had charge of the express office in this city. While a resident of this city, Mrs. Simons made a host of warm friends here, and the intelligence of her death will be received with regret and sorrow by each and all of them. Mrs. Simons was thirty-seven years of age at the time of her death.

Saturday, 2 Nov 1878:

            The last number but one of The Cairo Bulletin was issued under the editorial management of Mr. Thomas Nally. On the 9th of September last, he was prostrated by what was then declared to be “pernicious bilious fever.” At the hour of two o’clock on the 12th instant he died, retraining full possession of his mental faculties up to the hour of dissolution.

            There can be but little doubt that Mr. Nally contracted his disease from a refugee printer who had, a few days before, arrived in Cairo direct from infected districts south, although up to the day previous to his death the characteristics of his disease were not such as distinctly marked his case as one of yellow fever. But be that matter as it may, he sank rapidly, and, despite the best medical skill the city afforded and the tender and solicitous nursing of his mother and of friends to whom he was endeared by ties of no common friendship, the silver cord of his life was snapped, and all that was mortal of “poor Nally” was carried away to the growing city of the silent sleepers.

            The proprietor of the he Bulletin had known him long and well and we regret that his absence imposes upon our pen a duty, which he could perform so well and so feelingly. To know “Tom Nally” was to admire him alike for his skill in the art he had adopted as a profession, and the grace, beauty and ability that distinguished the emanations of his editorial pen. Fearless in his condemnation of wrongdoing, he tempered the stripes he administered with such judgment and mercy that those upon whom they fell felt the infliction as merited, while good men applauded and approved. A Democrat by instinct, nature, education and inclination, he fought the battles of his party with zeal and discretion—felt keenly in the hour of defeat and even jubilant in the hour of victory.  In his nature he was eminently social, and his heart warmed by the Irish blood transmitted to him.  There were but few duties too onerous or sacrifices too great for him to make or perform at the bidding of those whom he regarded as friends.  Generous hearted, liberal and sympathetic, no man was more readily moved to acts of charity, or felt more keenly the woes and sufferings of others.  Dutiful and affectionate as a son, true and steadfast as a friend; upright, frank and open-handed as a man, his counterpart is not to be found in one of ten thousand.  Under his wise and careful editorial management, the Bulletin was rapidly gaining in both reputation and patronage, and its future seemed full of good promise.  But he is gone and the places and the people that knew him but lately so well will know him no more forever.  With young Mulkey, young Crofton and young Sullivan, with whom he was associated in life leaps in the valley where wild flowers blossom, and the splashing of the waters of the Mississippi moan his requiem.  In his death a big, generous heart was stilled—the light of a life went out that left in gloom and sorrow a multitude of friends and admirers, among whom the writer of this poor tribute was proud to be included.
We heartily sympathize with Judge Baker and family in the loss of their bright and interesting little daughter, Gertrude.  Few parents cherish for their children such tender affection as the Judge and his lady and few have been called upon to mourn the loss of such a treasure.

            (The 26 Oct 1878, and 2 Nov 1878, issues of the Jonesboro Gazette reported that Gertie, daughter of Judge Baker, of Cairo, about 3 years old, died 23 Oct 1878, of croup at the residence of E. D. Lawrence, in Cobden.—Darrel Dexter)
Mrs. Charles Thrupp met with a painful, and probably fatal accident, yesterday forenoon, while on the way to the station of Beech Ridge to take the cars for home.  She was riding in a wagon and came to a place a tree had fallen across the road.  Mrs. Thrupp was sitting on a seat, while in front of her was a box.  In attempting to climb under the branches of the tree, she leaned forward as far as the box would allow her to, her breast touching the top of the box.  In this position she was caught between the box and a hanging branch of the fallen tree, and before the horses could be stopped, was frightfully crushed, receiving very painful internal injuries.  She was conveyed to the station, and brought to the city by the noon train, and at once removed to her home on Washington Avenue.  Dr. W. R. Smith was called to see her and gave her such treatment as her cure deserved.  She was resting more comfortable last evening, though it is yet impossible to state the exact state of her injuries.  Mrs. Thrupp with her husband and family left the city during the yellow fever excitement and had taken up their quarters in the country; and were returning to the city when the accident occurred.  She has the sympathy of a large circle of friends.
Mr. Hooper, vice president of the cooper’s union, of this city, died in the neighboring town of Anna, on the 29th ult.  Remaining at home until the germs of the disease had planted themselves in his system, he sought refuge from danger among the good-hearted people of Anna; but too late.  The disease developed, and all the kind attentions he received could not rescue him from its deadly toils.  His brother coopers adopted resolutions of respect, which we will publish when furnished with a copy of them.
We regret to be informed, as we were last evening, that ‘Squire Shannessy is so very ill that nearly all hope of his recovery has been abandoned.  His health has been bad for several years; so much shattered, indeed, that he has been unable to give any attention to business to which he had been accustomed.  He is the oldest citizen of Cairo living today, and widely known as he is, his friends everywhere will learn of his condition with feelings of unfeigned sorrow. 
Sunday, 3 Nov 1878:
Mrs. Thrupp, who met with such a painful accident on Friday, is getting along quite comfortably, though it is yet impossible to determine the full extent of her injuries.
“Squire Shannesy is rapidly failing.  During the past eight days the only sustenance taken by him was cold tea.  He can, at times, recognize his friends, but the power of speech has failed him.  The old man is very low indeed, and cannot possibly survive but a few days longer.  This will be sad news to his friends, who are numerous throughout the entire southern portion of the state.
Something of the Late Pestilence and The Bulletin’s Share in It.

            When men are moved by a panic they are, in many particulars, not unlike a mob moved by anger or resentment.  Their discretion yields to impulse, and they do and say things which, in their cooler moments, invite the reproof of their own consciences.

            Acting under such a spell not a few of the good people in Cairo have heaped upon the Bulletin building and its owner a storm of reproaches and anathemas which to a timid man like him of the Bulletin, were as appalling as they were plentiful.

            Mr. Nalley sickened and died in his room in The Bulletin office.  Young Mulkey, young Crofton and young Sullivan, all of The Bulletin typographical force, likewise sickened, and died under the care of friends and relatives, elsewhere.  These results following in quick succession, created much alarm throughout the entire city.  The proprietor of The Bulletin and the surviving attaches of the office left the city, and then it was that busy tongues commenced their venomous wagging; “Nally, et al. had contracted their sickness from local causes; the Bulletin building was a breeder of pestilence, and a giver out of dread miasma that stole abroad by night or in broad daylight to destroy, to kill and terrify.  Its cellar was a cess pool—a reeking reservoir of unapproachable nastiness,”—and, oh, horror! “the proprietor of the Bulletin, precipitously fled the city, leaving the dead body of poor Nally, where the breath had left it, to undergo, there, the sickening process of decomposition.”  Furthermore, and equally shocking, “the cistern water used by the family and the other inmates of the building was as deadly a liquid as hydocyanic acid, or the sap of the deadly upas tree.”  These and other unfriendly and damaging fabrications were passed from tongue to ear, until worn threadbare by constant repetition.  Some of them, and they of the most damaging and exasperating, found their way into the papers.

            We have charity enough to believe that nine of our every ten of our citizens who repeated these slanderous falsehoods did not do so with any design to injure us in either reputation or business; but as everybody may not understand the animus of those who so industriously circulated them; it becomes a duty we owe to ourselves, to give the facts as we know them to

            At a time when it was held and believed that yellow pestilence could not assume an epidemic form here, a sick printer, direct from Memphis, reached The Bulletin office.  At the expense of the typos he was placed in the hospital, and in the very room with the sick deckhand that had arrived here on the ill-fated Porter.  In a few days the fugitive printer became convalescent, and Mr. Nally placed him at a case in the office.  This printer, it is now well known, was reeking with the germs of the yellow fever.  Mr. Nally, as editor and foreman, was thrown in frequent contact with him, and soon sickened.  Mulkey, Sullivan and Crofton worked by his side and were almost constantly in his company.  They too sickened, and all of them died.  The other attaches of the office, were not thrown into his company, and escaped.  To the presence of this man, then, and to no other cause, may be ascribed the sickness and death that became the fearful portion of The Bulletin.  To those who are malignant enough to hint or believe that Mr. Nalley was reckless of any consequences that might ensue from the introduction of the refugee into the office, we have no answer to bestow in words.

            Mr. Nally died under the watchful and tender care of a mother; and at very frequent intervals during his sickness and even up to the hour of his death, the proprietor of the Bulletin was at his bedside.  The body was decently prepared for sepulture, and on the forenoon of the day following death, it was conveyed to the Cemetery of the Lotus and buried.

            In answer to the noxious cellar story, we have to say that the Bulletin building has no cellar.  The health officer who felt called upon to explore the region under the first floor, declares today that all the actual “filth” found there might have been eaten by the daintiest stomached epicure without creating even a twitch of nausea.  In verification of this statement—that there was nothing found there that could, under any conditions, have occasioned sickness—we refer with confidence to health officer Summerwell.
The cistern water used by The Bulletin office employees, and which such fearful results have been partially ascribed, is as pure as any water distilled from the clouds of heaven.  Late as the month of June the cistern was emptied, cleaned and repaired, and no other water but the water of this cistern was used for either drinking or cooking purposes, by anyone connected with the building.  Moved by an unfriendly spirit, some one secured a sample of water contained in another cistern and used solely for laundry purposes, and sent it to Chicago to undergo analysis.  Singularly enough the result of the analysis of the sample (which may or may not have been impure) was never made public.

            This is the whole story; and in dismissing the subject we cannot refrain from rebuking that spirit in the Bulletin neighbors, which, overlooking the palpable and undeniable cause of the sickness and death that visited the office, sought for causes for which the proprietor of the Bulletin might be held personally blamable.  It was an unfriendly, not to say mean spirit, that prompted such unfair dealing, and we are, for the sake of our kind, glad to say that the number who harbored it were as small in numbers as they are recognizably small in soul and charity.

            The Bulletin’s share in the sufferings of the city, formed a load of themselves quite heavy enough for any single pair of shoulders to carry.  It is, therefore, but a reasonable impulse of human nature in us, to strive to throw off the additional weight that malignant hearts and thoughtless tongues sought to impose on use.

            (In the 5 Nov 1878, issue, the newspaper corrected the statement about the burial place of Nally, stating he was not buried in the Cemetery of the Lotus, but outside the Mississippi Levee.—Darrel Dexter)
Damaging Falsehoods Contradicted.

            One Mr. O. L. Edholm having furnished to the Omaha Herald certain items concerning the yellow fever in Cairo that were damaging alike to the city and to the office and proprietor of this paper, our fellow citizen, Mr. J. W. Hill, very kindly prepared and caused the publication of an elaborate contraction, from which we make the following extracts.  Mr. H. says:

            “Knowing the facts in the matter, I do not hesitate to stamp it as a lie.  Before Mr. Nally’s death we had one or two deaths in the hospital and one on Poplar Street, supposed to be yellow fever, but neither those at the hospital or the one on Poplar Street were citizens of Cairo, but came here from infected districts below Cairo.  This was well known to the citizens, several days before Mr. Nally was stricken down.  Mr. Oberly’s father, a man of 71 years of age, was suddenly taken ill and died.  His physicians pronounced his disease to be congestion of the lungs, and his funeral was made a public one, and was largely attended by the citizens of Cairo.  Shortly after his father’s death, Mr. Oberly left the city with his family, but on hearing of Mr. Nally’s sickness he returned to his bedside and remained with him, giving his beloved friend every attention until he died.  Mr. Nally died at half past one o’clock on Thursday, the 12th day of September, A. D. 1878, and the following morning at quarter past five his body was properly buried.  Mr. Mulkey, one of the printers, died at the hospital and Mr. Sullivan, pressman, died at Mound City, Ill.  I cannot say how much was paid for the burial of Mr. Nally; ‘tis not the outside world’s business.  When it was reported that Nally had died in the Bulletin office of yellow fever, excitement ran high in the city, and many of our citizens flocked to the outgoing trains and took their departure.  Among the people who took their flight was Mr. John H. Oberly, but he did not lock the dead body of friend Nally in the Bulletin office, there to remain two days in a decomposed condition.  Mr. Oberly did all he could for Mr. Nally, and had he remained in Cairo, he could not have done more than was done.  In my opinion, Mr. Oberly’s conduct was just what it ought to have been.”

Tuesday, 5 Nov 1878:
The town of Hickman was a terrible sufferer from the yellow fever.  But for the timely flight of a majority of her citizens, the record of death would have been appalling.  Col. Tyler, a resident of the locality, says that of five hundred people who remained in the city, four hundred and fifty fell victims to the fever.  These are rounded numbers.  But we are assured that they simply represent the true conditions there.  Among the five hundred referred to, one hundred and five were white men, and of these white men one hundred and one, or all but four, were smitten with the fever.  Of the first class, one hundred and thirty-nine died.  Of the other class, seventy died; and of the two hundred and fifty whites embraced in the five hundred who remained, only eight or nine escaped attack, and one hundred and twenty-six, or more than one half of the whole number died.  This is a fearful reckoning, and marks Hickman as the heaviest sufferer in the South, in proportion to her population.
The deaths yesterday were that of Mr. Stanton and a colored woman named Stokes, living in the 4th ward, and a little daughter of Mr. Anthony, resident of the 2nd ward.  The negro woman had been sick over two weeks, and did not die of the fever.
We were mistaken in fixing the place of Mr. Nally’s burial in the Cemetery of the Lotus.  As the matter seems to be one of consequence with some folks, we now take occasion to say that the remains found sepulture outside the Mississippi Levee, where rest the bodies of the lamented Phil Howard, and the other victims of the terrible scourge that “called and took few denials.”
‘Squire Shannessy was still alive yesterday evening, but it is impossible that the old gentleman can survive much longer.  His death may be looked for at any moment.
It is reported to us that four new cases of fever were developed yesterday and that three or four of the older cases were still under treatment.  As we have before remarked, it seems to be the accepted opinion that among those who carry the germs in their system, cases will continue to occur, occasionally, for a period of about two weeks, dating from the heavy frost and freeze of Saturday night a week ago.
It is not for the want of kindly feeling toward the lamented Dr. Waldo, Phil Howard, Henry Wilcox, and other victims of the yellow fever, that we do not bestow upon them the attention of deserved obituaries; but for the reason discrimination might give offense, and for the further reason that, for the sake of our readers we desire, as soon as may be to dismiss the sorrow-giving topic from our columns.  With our citizens who knew them, and relatives who loved them, memory will serve as a more enduring repository than the perishable columns of a newspaper, and in that repository we feel constrained to leave the store to cherished recollections that so intensify our sorrows over their loss.  “After life’s fitful fever, they sleep well.”—in life they were respected, in death they are lamented.
The report current yesterday evening to the effect that the dead body of a negro woman (who had not been seen for a week or more) was found in the old Baumguard building, at the corner of Seventeenth and Poplar, was not warranted by the facts in the case.  Kate Stokes, a colored widow woman, died there during the day, but had been sick two or three weeks, and, at the time of her death, was under the treatment of a physician.  Furthermore, the building instead of being vacant, is occupied by two or three families.
Among the recent death in this city was that of a Dane, name Leon Peterson.  He was a cripple, a quiet, unobtrusive man, but a person of varied information and more than ordinary culture.  No man in Southern Illinois was more thoroughly familiarized with the modern history of Europe.  Many years ago, while rounding Cape Horn, his feet were frozen so that locomotion, with him, was quite difficult.  He died on Friday.

Wednesday, 6 Nov 1878:
Among the deaths not reported yesterday was that of Miss Sullivan, of the 4th ward.  She died in the evening and the rites of sepulture were promptly attended to.  The family has the heartiest sympathies of friends in all parts of the city.

Died at his home in this city, at the hour of 11 a.m., after a protracted illness, Bryan Shannessy, Esq., aged 73 years.  The remains will be conveyed to Villa Ridge for burial, the train conveying them starting at the hour of half past two o’clock p.m.  The friends of the family are invited to attend.

            (A marker in Cairo City Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads:  Bryan Shannessy  Born Jan. 15, 1806, Died Nov. 4, 1878.  The 16 Nov 1878, Jonesboro Gazette reported that Bryan Shannessy, the first settler in Cairo, died at Cairo on 5 Nov 1878.—Darrel Dexter)
Squire Shannessy who died at his home in this city yesterday, was the father of Mrs. Albright, wife of Hon. F. E. Albright, both of whom were expected in the city by last night’s train.

            The following obituary notice of Leon Peterson was handed into The Bulletin office on Monday evening, but owing to a crowd of other matter, we were compelled to defer its publication until today.  The Rev. Mr. Dueschner’s reference to the character of Mr. Peterson we heartily endorse.  Peterson was a man of fine culture, although unattractive exterior.  By many who were capable of judging, he was pronounced an excellent scholar.  An honest, upright, and conscientious man we knew him to be.  Rev. Mr. D.’s notice reads as follows:

            “Last Saturday night, at the hospital in this city, Leon on Peterson, a native of Denmark, died and was buried at the Seven Mile graveyard Sunday at noon.  He had for years been a resident among us and was known as a peaceable man, who tried hard to live honestly in spite of the fact that he was paralyzed in both hands and feet.  He was a schoolmate of the late Louis Jorgenson, and was thoroughly educated, but owing to his misfortune he was compelled to depend upon subsistence upon whatever sympathizing friends have him to do.  I desire to sincerely thank his benefactors in his hour of need, especially those who were instrumental in placing him in the hospital and contributed to defray the expense of the funeral.
C. Duerschner.

            It is with feelings of genuine sorrow that we record the death of Bryan Shannessy, Esq., which took place at his home, in this city, yesterday, about the hour of 11 o'clock a.m.

            Squire Shannessy had been a resident of the State of Illinois for a period of over forty-two years, over forty years of which time he lived in Cairo. Hence, at the time of his death he was, indeed, and in verity, "the oldest inhabitant." During that long period of time he had served the people in different public capacities, having filled the offices of justice of the peace, county commissioner, overseer of the poor, alderman, postmaster, and police magistrate; and if any man lives who can say that, in an official capacity, 'Squire Shannessy wronged him out of one dollar, or once cent, we have no personal knowledge of that man, and never heard of him. No man is without his faults, and the time was when the 'Squire had his; but no man was more prompt or scrupulously exact in paying his debts; more liberal in his dealings with others, or maintained a looser hold upon his purse strings when appealed to in the name of charity. At death he was nearing his 73rd year, having been born in the year 1806.

            Few citizens of Cairo are more widely known than was 'Squire Shannessy, most especially among the old residents of Southern Illinois, Southeast Missouri and Western Kentucky. Everywhere in those sections of the country the intelligence of his death will be received with evidences of profound sorrow, for wherever you find an acquaintance of the old man you will be very apt to find a friend.

            For the funeral notice see elsewhere.

Thursday, 7 Nov 1878:

            The people of Cairo, more especially those whose residence here dates back to the year 1868, will learn of the death of Joel G. Morgan, with feelings of profound sorrow. He died in the town of Freedom, Cattaraugus County, New York, on the 9th day of October, 1878. This sad intelligence would have been made public at an earlier date, but for the Bulletin's enforced suspension.

            Mr. Morgan located in Cairo about the year 1864 and assumed editorial control of the Cairo Daily Bulletin. Subsequently, he was elected to the office of county superintendent of schools, and afterwards, at the end of the warmest local contest ever witnessed in Alexander County, was elected to the office of sheriff. The building now occupied by Mr. Wells of the Alexander County Bank, was built and occupied by Mr. Morgan as a home. The last service performed by him he was in the position of principal of the Cairo public schools—a position of great labor and responsibility; but one that he filled in a manner very acceptable to the patrons of the schools. He it was who established the Alexander County Teachers' Institute—one of the first organizations of the kind in Southern Illinois. He was earnestly devoted to the cause of education, and felt a kindly interest in everybody engaged in educational interests. No call upon his purse was responded to with more alacrity than the calls made upon it by impecumous and very often-undeserving educators. In assisting that class of people he expended hundreds of dollars, and be it said to the dishonor of his beneficiaries, but a comparatively small portion of the money thus distributed was ever returned to him.

            Mr. r. Morgan had his peculiarities, but a more generous-hearted, honestly-disposed, or unsuspecting an individual we never knew. He couldn't harbor enmity, nor view distress or want without striving to relieve it; and few men of our acquaintance were more unselfish or forgetful of self in their business and relations with friends, than was Joel G. Morgan. He was a Democrat of the most uncompromising stamp, and permitted no obstacle to stand in his way, when his party seemed to require his services. He was an effective speaker, and often at his own expense and of his own volition would devote days and weeks to campaigns in which he felt only a party interest.

            But his pilgrimage here is ended, and his friends mourn him as lost to them forever. With them WE mourn, for in our heart, as in the hearts of scores of citizens, there was always a warm place for Joel G. Morgan.

Friday, 8 Nov 1878:

            A correspondent from Livingston County gives us the details of a sad accident that occurred near the schoolhouse near Cameron & Jones' and about eight miles from Carrsville, last Wednesday. The schoolboys were playing town ball and a number of little boys were sitting around looking on. The boy at the bat knocked the ball very hard and it struck a little boy named Newman, son of Patrick Newman, in the breast near his heart. It knocked him over and he cried a little, after which he got up and immediately said he wanted to lie down. The teacher at once sent for the boy's father and Dr. Carson, but when they arrived he was dead, having died about five minutes after he received the blow. The circumstance was a very sad one, and was deplored by all.

Joel G. Morgan, whose death we announced yesterday, was 43 years of age.

Young Mahoney, who was named as one of the recent victims of the yellow fever, is again on his feet, but little the worse in appearance or otherwise from the ordeal to which he was subjected.

Marriage licenses were issued Wednesday, authorizing the solemnization of the matrimonial tie between Mr. Lee Boiscourt and Mrs. Perry Powers—second wife of Perry Powers, deceased. The knot was tied and Mrs. P. became Mrs. B. and Mr. B. the proprietor of the livery and feed stable, the business of which he had previously supervised. The Bulletin extends good wishes.

            (Mrs. Elizabeth Powers married Lee Baycourt on 6 Nov 1878, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)


DIED.—In Cairo, Ill., Oct., 1878, Samuel Neeley, a member of Coopers' Union, No. 9, of Illinois.
At a regular meeting the following preamble and resolutions were adopted:

Whereas, It has pleased God, in his infinite wisdom, to remove from our midst our late brother, Samuel Neeley.

            Resolved, That in his death Coopers' Union, No. 9 of Illinois, has lost a true and faithful

            Resolved, That we tender our heartfelt sympathy to the family of our deceased brother in this, the hour of their affliction, and would direct them to Him who alone can give consolation.

            Resolved, That we drape our charter in mourning for the space of thirty day as a slight token of respect for our lost brother.

            Resolved, That a copy of the foregoing resolutions be published, in the city papers and a copy of said papers be sent to the family of our deceased brother.
James Watt,
T. J. Roberts,
R. Snell, Committee

Died—In Cairo, Ill., Oct. 1878, John Stanton, a member of Coopers' Union, No. 9 of Illinois.
At a regular meeting the following preamble and resolutions were adopted.

Whereas, It has pleased God, in his infinite wisdom, to remove from our midst our late brother, John Stanton.

            Resolved, That while we bow in submission to the divine will, we regret his absence from our midst and his memory shall be embalmed in the hearts of those to whom he was endeared.

Resolved, That we tender our heartfelt sympathy to the family of our deceased brother in this, the hour of their affliction, and would direct them to Him who alone can give consolation.

Resolved, That we drape our charter in mourning for the space of thirty days as a slight token of respect for our lost brother.

Resolved, That a copy of the foregoing resolutions be published, in the city papers and a copy of said papers be sent to the family of our late brother.
James Watt,
T. J. Roberts,
R. Snell, Committee

Saturday, 9 Nov 1878:
The ghost of Walter McKee, whom we buried yesterday morning over the levee, appeared on the streets this a.m. and attempted to identify himself to a few friends, but without success. He claimed his "Ta Ta" article in the Sun was not an obituary, but only a "farewell sermon." We can't help it now, it's too late, we cannot possibly dig him up, and his "sole" will have to rest in quietness amid the willows and onion tops and other shade trees which have located themselves on the Mississippi levee, and as the pale and gentle moon goes meandering, as it were, toward Greenfield Ferry, and climbs, with an equal degree of gentleness, over the distant horizon into the swamps and among the lizards of the great state of Missouri, it can reflect upon the success with which he was rewarded during the convalescence of the chief editor of the Sun, and hope for greater reward within the golden gates.

The only case of fever in the city now, is that of Miss Sweeney, on Twentieth Street. It was thought she was somewhat improved yesterday afternoon, but her physician still regarded her case as a critical one.

News reached this city yesterday, via Union City, that several new cases of fever had developed themselves in Hickman, during the past day or two, and that a large number of the returned refugees, apprehending another outbreak, again fled the city. It is to be hoped, however, that facts have been so exaggerated by fears, that the report sent out is not warranted. In any event, the heavy frost yesterday morning, will put a better face on affairs down there.

DIED, November 8th, 1878, at the residence of her mother, on Cedar Street, Virginia Caroline Bouchet, niece of F. Vincent. Born June 4th, 1856, in Yazoo City, Miss. Funeral services at the Presbyterian church at 2 p.m. today. Friends of the family are respectfully invited to attend. Special train leaves foot of 8th Street, at 3 p.m.

Sunday, 10 Nov 1878:
The Memphis Avalanche of Friday indulges in rather sever strictures upon the officers of the steamer James Howard. The Avalanche says that during the down trip of the Howard, a white deck passenger died on board and was buried at a point ten miles above Cairo. During the poor fellow's sickness he was robbed of his scant supply of money and surplus clothing, by the negro roustabouts; and treated otherwise in a most shameful and brutal manner. The gentleman who communicated these facts to the Avalanche reporter added further, that other passengers of the boat were kept in constant fear of robbery and personal violence at the hands of the aforesaid roustabouts. He insists if there is any such thing as hell on earth, he experienced a very unsavory sample of it during the down trip of the steamer Howard. Contemplating the state of affairs just described, the Avalanche pertinently inquires: If travelers who pay their passage on steamboats are not entitled to protection?"  Upon all of which, we have only this remark to make: that before rendering a verdict of guilty against the officers of the Howard, the public will ask for some proof of their knowledge of the matters which the Avalanche makes public.


Died, at the residence of her mother, on Washington Avenue, at 10 o'clock, Oct. 6th, Meroa Elizabeth Powers, eldest daughter of Mrs. Zerelda Powers, of this city.

Of the many who fell by the yellow fever plague, in our little city, few will be missed and mourned as she. Born in Louisville, Ky., in 1853, she was but a child in years when she entered the Blackburn University at Carlinville, Ill., from which institution she graduated in 1873. From that time forth she devoted her time and talents teaching in our district schools. Three years she taught in the schools in this city, and two years in the country districts of the county; in each and all of which schools she gave entire and perfect satisfaction. Life's duties were many and trying; but with a self denial wonderful in one so young; she performed them well and skillfully, and with a quiet dignity that graced the woman, as the woman graced every position in the short but useful life that she was called upon to fill. A devoted daughter, the stay and comfort of her mother; the self forgetting, reliable elder sister, the honest-hearted, honorable friend; the progressive, intelligent woman; what can be said of anyone that cannot be said in all love, honor and respect of our lamented and mourned Meroa? Is it strange the hand that writes this short tribute of respect to her memory should halt, feeling that the half that should be said is unsaid.

The following touching paragraph is taken from the Carlinville Democrat of October 12th, and will find an echo in the heart of all who knew her. "It was with sorrow that the students of Blackburn University were informed of the death of Miss Meroa Powers, of Cairo. She was a graduate of Blackburn, and was known only to be loved and esteemed. Let those of us who survive her, profit by the noble example we have, as exhibited in the life and character of our deceased sister."
A. A. H.

Tuesday, 12 Nov 1878:
The Argus-Journal has authority for the statement that only forty-nine persons in this city died of yellow fever. We have the authority for placing it at fifty-eight; but it would be a difficult matter to convince persons living abroad who fed upon the sensational reports and rumors that gained publicity that the number did not reach five hundred. But put the best face on it we can, the fact remains that the visitation was of a kind the like of which we never wish to see again.

A colored man named Merritt Bullard, who resides with his mother on the corner of Fourteenth and Walnut, was seriously hurt yesterday afternoon, while at work in the stock pens of the Illinois Central railroad. He was engaged in loading cattle on the cars for shipment, having, as is customary with men so engaged, a stout club or pole with which to punch and belabor refractory cattle. He was in the act of opening the gate that communicates with the chute, when a number of cattle dashed against it with great force, the gate catching his bludgeon in such manner as to violently thrust the end against the lower portion of his abdomen. He immediately fell to the ground in great agony, where he remained until assistance came, placed him in a wagon and took him home. At four o'clock in the afternoon, he was suffering intensely, every nerve and muscle of his body being in a constant quiver from the intensity of his pain. It is believed that his internal injuries are of a most serious, if not a fatal character. Their exact nature, however, had not been ascertained, when we saw him.

Our community was considerably shocked, yesterday, by the announcement of the death of Mrs. Magner, mother-in-law of Mr. P. Mockler, proprietor of the Delta House. Some weeks ago she was taken ill, and for a time she was named as one of the victims of the fever; but she recovered and for a time was in the enjoyment of usual health. About a week ago she was again taken down, and her disease soon developed into a case of acute jaundice. Of this disease she died. Her remains, accompanied by relatives and friends, were conveyed to Villa Ridge, where they found sepulture in the Calvary Cemetery. Mrs. M. has resided many years in Cairo, and was loved and respected for those traits of character that marked her a faithful, careful, and industrious wife, and affectionate and thoughtful mother, and good neighbor, and sincere and open-hearted friend.

Wednesday, 13 Nov 1878:
Sol. Silver took charge of a little boy about 9 years of age, who came up on the Colorado Monday night, who is the last surviving member of a family of six persons; his father, mother and three brothers all having fallen victims to the yellow fever at Vicksburg. Sol started the young man on his way to his friends at Toledo, Ohio, via I.C.R.R., at 1 o'clock yesterday.

Capt. John Pel of the Mab, was suspected of being the party who disposed of a tramp in front of the Planters' House, Monday night, and was thoroughly searched by the police for the shot gun which did the deed. The mistake was discovered however, when the bottom of John's pockets were turned up to the daisies, for nothing appeared but a well-worn pocketbook, empty; a letter of love from an Allegheny City girl, an unreceipted board bill from a St. Louis foundry, and an order on Mayor Winter for accommodations at the soup house. These facts are published under the supposition that the Mab departed for St. Louis last night. Should it turn out that she is still in port the above facts will be suppressed.

Mr. John Hart, a resident of the Fourth Ward, died yesterday morning of consumption. For many years he had served the Illinois Central Railroad Company in the capacity of night watchman, and owes his death, perhaps, to colds he contracted while in that service. His remains will be taken to Villa Ridge for burial this afternoon.

Merritt Bullard, the colored man who was so seriously hurt in the Illinois Central stock pens last Monday was lying quite easy yesterday, and although the full extent of his injuries is not positively known, it is thought that the may recover. It is a matter of surprise that the fellow was not killed outright.

Closing our forms somewhat earlier than usual Monday evening, we were compelled to defer until today an account of the difficulty wherein a stranger was shot and perhaps fatally. Between 7 and 8 o'clock Monday evening, word was sent to police headquarters that a disturbance was brewing in the vicinity of the Little Kentuckian, on the Ohio Levee. Officers Cain and Axley promptly repaired to the spot, and found four men on the corner of Fourth and levee indulging in noisy demonstrations. Officers Axley and Cain at once arrested one Joe (his full name cannot be learned) one on either side of him and were about to escort him to jail, when John McCarty, George Springer and another man, who were of the party, interfered in the hope of releasing him. A scuffle ensured in which Axley became separated from the prisoner, leaving Cain to deal with him alone. At this juncture the desperate man commenced using a knife, which, it seems, he had held in his hands all the time. He bestowed special and very unwelcome attentions upon Cain, whisking his knife with fearful intent within an inch of his body. It is almost miraculous that Mr. C. escaped unharmed. While yet engaged in the attempt to carve the officers, one of the prisoner's comrades yelled at him to run. This the prisoner did, starting up the levee at full speed. At a point near the Planter's House he ran into Constable George Wilson, and having the knife still in his hand, he commenced a murderous assault on that gentleman, evidently determined to "save one peeler" before he was captured, anyhow. From the concussion, or his insecure going, Mr. Wilson was nearly precipitated to the ground, the would-be-murderer standing almost over him, and cutting away with an intent most murderous. At this point, Mr. Wilson succeeded in getting his revolver in a position to use it, and seeing that the furious man was vent upon taking his life, he fired. The ball struck the desperado in the lower part of the abdomen, three or four inches to the left of the center line. This terminated the struggle. The wounded ruffian fell to the ground and was subsequently carried on a stretcher to police headquarters, from whence he was removed to the general department of the marine hospital. Dr. Gordon was called upon to look after the case, and gives it as his opinion that the chances are greatly against the man's recovery. Two of his companions, John McCarty and George Springer, were arrested and calaboosed, and yesterday afternoon were fined $12 and costs each, for resisting an office in the discharge of his duty. They had no money, and were consigned to the calaboose for a period of seventeen days. The fourth man made good his escape.

The stranger wounded by the pistol ball fired by Constable George Wilson, is, from all accounts, one of the most desperate men with whom our police have ever had to do, during the whole season. A short time before his arrest Monday night he was refused a drink of whisky by levee saloonkeeper. Becoming exasperated at the refusal, he made a swipe at the saloon keeper, with a force we are told that showed a purpose to cut the retail dealer "in liquid alimentation," into two separate parts. Failing in this, he plunged the knife blade into the top of the counter, and then with almost superhuman strength he plowed the blade through the wooden counter top from one end to the other. He kept his knife, it seems, in constant readiness for use, and but for the timely interference of our police, there can scarcely be doubt that the blood thirsty ruffian would have blackened his soul, as he twice attempted to do, with the crime of murder. Should he recover from this present wounds, our officers of the law should see to it that he be held to answer for an assault to kill, made alike upon Policeman Cain and Constable George Wilson.

Thursday, 14 Nov 1878:
Hickman Courier.

Charlie Hendricks, a little German boy about ten years of age, was the first case. He was taken August 12, and died on the 16th. He peddled apples to passengers of steamboats, and the opinion prevailed with many that he contracted the disease while passing on some steamer, though no certain knowledge exists that he had been on any for some weeks. His little sister, Louisa, died the following day, the 17th, affected precisely similarly, each having the black vomit and symptoms exactly as characterized all the subsequent cases during the epidemic. No deaths occurred from the 17th to the 28th, though a number of cases occurred in the meantime, which were supposed to be cases of bilious fever. On the 28th, Edward Mangel died, on the 29th Mrs. John Witting, and on the 30th little Jimmie Young, and new cases were occurring thick and fast and the worst fears of the people began to be realized. About this date the doctors began to pronounce it yellow fever and on the Sunday and Monday following, the terrible epidemic may be said to have been daily inaugurated and acknowledged.

The desperado who was shot by Constable Wilson, Monday night, is dead. He died during Tuesday night. Even his companions were ignorant of his name. They knew him as "Joe" and had heard that he was a moulder. Concerning the violent taking off of this man there seems to be but one opinion, and that is, that Constable Wilson was fully justified; that he fired the fatal shot in defense of his own life, which was furiously and causelessly imperiled. It was kill or be killed, with Mr. Wilson, and knowing no valid reason why a strange ruffian should take his life without the least provocation whatever, he chose the former alternative, and fired the shot that resulted in his assailant's death. Mr. Wilson owes it to himself, however, to have inquiry made into the matter, that he may, in time to come, have record evidence of his justification.

P.S.—Since writing the above, the inquiry has been made.

A story of destitution and suffering goes out from Columbus, Kentucky, to the effect that a skiff was caught there Tuesday morning near Halliday Brothers' elevator, that contained the dead body of a woman. The story continues, that the skiff had come down the river in company with another which had pulled on ahead, and passed Columbus the night before. A boy about 18 years of age was found, who said the woman was his mother; that she had been sick for several days; that landing in Columbus in the night time, he went up to get medicine. Found none; returned to the skiff to find his mother dead. He then turned the skiff loose and left the town. Nothing was found about the woman to establish her identity and the conclusion arrived at is that she died from want and exposure.

Facts Concerning His Violent Taking Off—The Killing Clearly an Act of Self Defense—The Coroner's Inquest and Its Result.

The nameless desperado who was shot by Constable Wilson, last Monday evening, died at the end of twenty-four hours after receiving his injuries. Coroner Fitzgerald empanelled a jury yesterday and about one o'clock commenced the examination of witnesses, whose testimony we give below in detail. The testimony all agrees as to two facts: One is that the party killed was a bad, vicious, dangerous person; and that the killing of him was an act of self defense. The evidence is that he made a causeless assault upon Officer Wilson, pursued him, knife in hand, and that, although thrice warned to "stop," he persisted in his murderous onslaught. Constable Wilson is one of the last men living who would wantonly hurt any living creature; but in this case he was compelled to choose between the alternatives of killing his assailant or allowing his assailant to kill him. The testimony which will enforce this conviction, was delivered in the hearing of quite a number of citizens, besides the following named jurymen:

R. H. Cunningham, Samuel M. Orr, Wood Rittenhouse, I. B. Hudson, James H. English, Toney Fogassi, Frank Gazolo, Nicholas Williams, John Gates, Carson Martin, J. S. McGahey, W. H. Schutter.

Herman Igel testified that he saw deceased at his home on the night of the difficulty at about the hour of 7 o'clock. He wanted something to drink, and I refused him. He was very boisterous and insulting and I tried to eject him from my premises. He opened his knife with his teeth and made a cut in the counter acting in the most disorderly and boisterous manner. I gave him a cigar, and he went out with his companions. After gaining the street he dared anybody to come out of the building. He was a very violent and apparently vicious man.

Joseph Valley testified that he saw deceased on the Ohio Levee at the time stated by Herman Igel. I don't know his name. When he left Igel's he started for my house, which I was closing up. He had the knife in his hand that is before the jury. He was flourishing it and declaring that he would not allow any son of a ----- to close his door against him. I told him that was bad language to use, and that the officers would arrest him. He replied that he didn't care for any son of a ----- of an officer, and could take the whole town, without anybody to help him. He finally walked away with his companions. I soon after heard the report of a pistol. He was very violent and boisterous.

H. G. Lloyd testified that Lewis Lambo came running into office of I. M. railroad, was very much excited, and said that there were some fellows out there trying to play some trick or strap game on him. Went out and saw a man running and deceased running after him, and slashing at the party pursued with his right hand as if he wanted to cut or hit him. The man pursued after running a little, fell, or staggered to his knees, and was crying out at deceased to “Stop! Stop! Stop!" Deceased would not stop, but kept on slashing with whatever he held in his hand, until the party whom he was pursuing, fired a pistol shot, when deceased, who was the pursuer fell. The man who fired the shot was down and had not recovered from his knees. He fired but one shot. Don't know the man who did the shooting. He was apparently a medium sized man, and wore a cap. Deceased was a very large man. Sheriff Saup and other officers took charge of him. The difficulty occurred in Cairo, Alexander County, Illinois.

Andrew Cain, of the city police testified that on the evening of the 11th inst., a man came to police headquarters and notified him that a man was raising a disturbance on the Ohio Levee, using a knife in a threatening manner. Myself and Officer Axely answered the summons, inviting Constable Wilson to accompany us, and arriving in the vicinity of Henry Eigel's saloon we found the party now deceased and three companions making a fuss. Axely and I arrested the deceased. We took hold of him, one on either side. He resisted, and broke Axley's hold; but before he got loose Axley hit him on the hand and ordered him to "drop that knife." After he got loose from Axley, I being on the other arm, Axley told me to look out for the knife. Throwing him off, he cut at me three times before I could draw a weapon to defend myself. I struck at him with my club, but failed to reach him. He then started to run, and had proceeded up the levee about fifty feet, when I heard a pistol shot and some one hollowing. When I reached the spot I found the deceased lying on the ground in a wounded condition. A large number of citizens immediately gathered about. I don't know of my own knowledge who did the shooting, neither could I tell which direction the shot came from.

Dr. J. J. Gordon being duly sworn, testified that he is a regular practicing physician; that he viewed the body of the deceased on the night of the 11th instant. He had no doubt but deceased had come to his death by a pistol shot wound, inflicted on the left side, about midway between the hip and lower rib. There was no apparent cause for death except this wound. He died on the night of November 12th, at about 8 o'clock in the evening.

George Wilson testified:  I am a police officer of the city of Cairo. On Monday evening last, I went to police headquarters to report for duty. I met officer Axley, and crossing the street I met Officer Cain. He reported a disturbance on levee near the Planters' House, and requested my assistance in making the arrests. Officers Cain and Axley started for the scene of the disturbance, while I stepped into headquarters to put our coats in the locker. I then walked to the levee, and on leaving Sixth Street I heard a disturbance below the Planters' House. As I advanced I met a man running in front of the Planters' House. I told him I was an officer, and putting my hand on him ordered him to stop. This he refused to do and struck at me with a knife. I then tried to defend myself with my billy, and to keep him off me I slowly retreated eight or ten feet, calling on him to stop, three or four times. While thus retreating I stumbled over something falling to my knees. Seeing that I could not defend myself with my billy, while in this position I drew my revolver and fired. The deceased staggered, and with the exclamation "Oh!" fell to the ground. I will further add that while I was in the act of falling deceased was so close upon me that his knife cut my left coat sleeve. My impression was when I met him that he had killed or wounded officers Cain and Axley and was trying to make his escape; and being violently attacked by him, I considered myself, and really was, in great bodily danger, and did not fire until I felt assured that my life was in great peril.

Mr. Wilson's testimony closed the inquiry. We have aimed at nothing more than an intelligible synopsis of the evidence, but it will not be a difficult matter for the reader to glean from it that the deceased, Joseph Wyman, was a desperado, and that his killing was unquestionably a case of justifiable homicide. The verdict of the jury is to the same effect, and is in the following words:

"We, the jurors, sworn to inquire of the death of Joseph Wyman, on oath, do find that he came to his death by a shot from a pistol in the hands of Officer George Wilson, while in the discharge of his duty; that said Wilson was fully justified in firing said shot, and we deem the shooting of said deceased an act of self defense. We therefore unanimously agree that said Wilson be wholly exonerated."
R. H. Cunningham, Foreman

Friday, 15 Nov 1878:
The gentleman whom we substituted in our own place to take down the evidence before the coroner's jury in the Joe Wyman case, neglected to take down the testimony given by Mr. James Biggs, who saw the shooting that resulted in Wyman's death, and also the testimony of officer Axley, who assisted in the first attempt to arrest him.  The testimony of Mr. Biggs was important as a corroboration of that given by Mr. Lloyd.  He saw the desperado pursuing the party who proved to be Officer Wilson and striking him in a violent and vicious manner; heard the officer call upon his assailant to "stop" two or three times, saw the office stumble and shortly after heard the report of the pistol and saw the desperado lying wounded on the ground.  Mr. Axley's testimony corroborated that of Officer Cain, with the addition that he saw Wyman open his knife with his teeth; that he Axley, struck him on the arm with his billy; commanded him to drop the knife, and admonished him to drop the knife, and admonished Cain to "look out for it."  The testimony of these two gentlemen only made the complete justification of officer Wilson double complete, as, form the testimony published yesterday, the reader could form only one conclusion, viz:  That Wilson acted in self defense and would undoubtedly have been killed or severely wounded, had he not shot his desperate assailant.
Resolutions of Respect
To the Memory P. O'Loughlin.

At a late meeting of the St. Patrick's Benevolent Society, the following resolutions were adopted:

Whereas, During the prevalence of the yellow fever which afflicted our city, it pleased Almighty God to number among the victims our late honored president, Patrick O'Loughlin, therefore be it

Resolved, That in his death our society has lost an impartial officer and a creditable member.

Resolved, That to the wife and children of the deceased we tender our deepest sympathy in the loss of their kind and loving husband and father, their mainstay and protector.

Resolved, That these resolutions be published and a copy of the same be transmitted to the family of the deceased.
William O. Callahan,
Patrick Mockler,
M. J. Howley, Com.

Saturday, 16 Nov 1878:

The people of Illinois, and especially that portion of them that claims connection with the Democratic Party, learned of the death of Samuel A. Buckmaster with feelings of regret and sincere sorrow.  He died at his home in Upper Alton on Tuesday, in the bosom of his family, and surrounded by many of his personal friends.

Mr. Buckmaster was born in the vicinity of Harper's Ferry, in the year 1817, and while yet a boy in his tens, he came with his father's family to the State of Illinois.  He was a man who possessed in an eminent degree, the elements of true greatness.  He possessed that decision of character, the moral and physical courage, and that fidelity to his trusts and friendships that rendered him a confessedly superior man.

The editor of the Alton Democrat knew him well, and pays a glowing tribute to his memory a portion of which we substantially represent.  The Democrat more than intimates that Mr. Buckmaster's sickness and death may be charged to the recent vigorous political campaign he led as the Democratic candidate for the state senator, and the defeat he sustained on the day of election.  Grief and disappointment, added to a prostrated nervous system, brought on congestion of the brain, which put a period to his existence.
in 1838 Mr. Buckmaster became warden and lessee of the Southern Illinois Penitentiary, then located at Alton.  He held that position until 1858, when the institution was removed to Joliet, and then retained it in that place until 1867.  He was elected to the legislature in 1850 and reelected in 1852.  He was elected to the state senate in 1857 and was a member of the Constitutional Convention of 1862.  He was speaker of the House of Representatives during the eventful session of 1862-3, and discharged the duties of that office with a high and fearless regard to justice and the right.

He was a candidate for the Democratic nomination for governor in 1860, but was defeated in the Democratic Convention by John R. Eden.  He ran for the state senate in 1872, but was defeated by J. H. Yager.  In 1874 he was beaten for the nomination by a bare majority by W. H. Krome, but as the true and consistent Democrat that he was, voted for the nominee, and never uttered word of protest against the choice.  In 1876, he was nominated and elected as the Democratic candidate for representative of Madison County, and at the last Democratic county convention, was chosen as the candidate for state senator.  He was sacrificed by men whose democracy cannot be spoken of in the same day on which we record the melancholy story of his death.  Never was there a man truer to the party of his choice.  For it he battled nobly and bravely, and the last effort of his life (fitting close to such a career) was to perpetuate its ascendancy.  He failed, but that failure does not dim the lustre of his fame or tarnish the glory of his record.  Faithful old hero!  Long shall his memory live green, and flourish in the memory of those who were true to him in the last great trial of his eventful life.
Mrs. Mays, riding on the 18th Street, between Poplar and Commercial, died yesterday morning and was buried during the day.  It is said that she died of fever.
The remains of Miss Mary Sweeney, whose death was announced Thursday, was buried yesterday.  Miss S.'s illness was protracted through a period of sixteen or eighteen days.
Dr. Sullivan, who took quarters in the hospital Monday night, was much better yesterday and although much reduced and weak, his advisory physician thought he would be on the street again in a few days.  He is sick of bilious fever.
But few mothers who have put away a little one "to rest among the daisies," will read the contribution inscribed to little "Sister" Gertrude Baker, with undimmed eyes.  It is full of tender feelings for the sorrows of the bereaved parents, and of precious memories of the artless, childish ways of the lost little one.

No mother, but one whose heart has been wrung by a like sorrow, could so fully and feelingly picture the grief of others.  Smoothly written, full of pathos and sympathy, there will be "tears in the heart," if not in the eyes of those who read it.  To insure a better understanding of the oft-repeated appellation of "Sister," we will remark that when little Gertrude was supplanted as "Baby," by the advent of a younger one, she conceived the idea herself and insisted upon its adoption by the family, that she be called "Sister Gertrude."
(Tenderly inscribed to little Gertrude Baker, deceased daughter of Hon. Mr. and Mrs. D. J. Baker)

Where is little "Sister" Gertrude?  All the day long we have listened for her busy feet climbing up our stairs; but she does not come.  She is not in the yard playing "catch 'em" with her little playmates; nor yet digging in the sand in the garden.  She is not with Johnny or Maggie and Milly, we know, for they, too, miss her, with her merry laugh and baby ways.  Where is our "Sister" Gertrude?  She is not on the street, for we have sought her there, too, where it seemed every moment we must see the brown-faced little gypsy, with her straw hat pushed back on her head, her loose curls streaming in the wind, and her whole little self independent as independent as could be.  We cannot find our little favorite anywhere; where can she be?  She is not with papa!  No, she is not with papa, we know, for there is a saddened look in his face as he nears his home.  The little flock that flies to meet him and give him a cheerful greeting is not complete without the little "sister."  His eager arms shall miss the weight of the little Gertrude, forever more.  He cannot find her, seek where he will.

Where is the little sister?"  Where can she be hiding?  The tearful eyes of the lonely mother unconsciously watch for her coming still; and the anxious ears ache with their listening for the pattering of the tiny feet, that come no more to cheer her.  There is a shadow in the home that chills the hearts of all who loved her.  Her small chair is in use, but she is not using it; her broken china doll she carried about so much and loved so well, is laid away to be seen only through blending tears; her toys and playthings lie around untouched, for the sturdy busy little feet are tired out, now, and have hidden themselves away from us all, and we cannot find our little pet.  Where can she be?  They told me she was not there when I sought her in her home, and yet I know the happy little face that looked up into mine was the face of our little "Sister."  That fair vision, nestled amid a halo of flowing hair, in a downy nest of pillows, was surely she, and was I but dreaming or did the chubby hands steal out and stroke with gentle kindness, the velvet cheek of the angel babe who came to fill her place in the mother's arm ere she should slip away from among us?  What whispered the sweet lips into my ear, as the mother nursed her babe at her aching breast, clasping it the tighter, as she rocked it to and fro, to and fro, telling the while of the dear, lost, little Gertrude? 

Ah, she told me the secret of her hiding; as she watched the sorrowing face of the little mother, and whispered me to comfort her.  She was so happy, she said, and mamma must not cry.  And the baby talk went on in my ear, and I heard a lisping of how glad she was to get away from the great heat of the city, and play about in the fair, bright sunshine all the day through.  Of the beautiful autumn leaves that stole their rich tints of reds and browns and yellows, from the whole year's store of coloring, ere they drifted so lightly down and lovingly lay on her little bed.  Oh, no! the frost could not chill her nor the winter's snow reach her.  Away beneath the leafy covering was the germs of green grass and lovely wild flowers.  Birds of winter nestle in her pillow, and found their shelter there.  Oh, it was such a beautiful spot to rest! and she was so tired of play!  Grand, old, rock-bound, moss-covered hills rose around her, and the deep blue sky that bends above her was not more watchful of her than were the fair, firm hands that guard her tiny steps--the hands that will lead her to Heaven's own gates, to find them "ajar" for our little sisters, let them enter when they will.  "Sister" Gertrude is not lost, but hideth.  We shall find her soon, and know her for our own, forever and ever.

Sunday, 17 Nov 1878:
Martin Maney, of Rock Island, Ills., married a pretty girl a few months ago and at once became very jealous.  He beat her frightfully, and forced her to accuse a citizen of criminal relations, with her and then fled.  As soon as the wife was freed from his murderous clutches on her throat she repudiated her "confession."  On Wednesday last he suddenly reappeared armed with a shot gun and fired into a house where he supposed his wife was, but the charge hurt no one, burying itself in a pillow, between the heads of a man and wife who lay asleep.  He then attacked the house of a man named Hahn, and with a knife, was about to butcher Mrs. H., when she grasped a gun and kept him at bay, till her husband arrived.  He then turned on Hahn and killed him with his knife before he could be secured. 
When it as announced that the officer Wilson had shot and killed a desperado who had made a murderous assault upon him, Justice Cunningham, with a magnanimity characteristic of the man, stepped forward and tendered his legal services to Mr. Wilson Free of charge!  The congressional contest is over now, but not a few of the democratic mangers begin to see in what their blunders consisted.  Tom Cowin, once the governor of Ohio, was a "wagon boy."  A hint to the wise, etc.
The report that gained currency yesterday evening to the effect that Dr. J. C. Sullivan had died, during the afternoon, proved unfounded, but perhaps, only premature.  At dark last night, he was lying very low, the chances seeming to be all against his recovery.  After an indisposition, more or less severe, of several days duration, he took to his bed on Monday night, last, his disease being pronounced bilious diarrhea, complicated with other ailments.  An attack of bloody flux followed, and of this exhausting and dangerous disease, was he suffering last evening.

Tuesday, 19 Nov 1878:
It was reported to us yesterday that an unknown man tumbled from the "middle wharfboat," into the river, about 2 o'clock Sunday morning, and was drowned.  Particulars, if there are any, could not be ascertained.
The protean shapes in which reports concerning Dr. Sullivan's sickness reached us Saturday were completely bewildering.  At two o'clock the report gained currency in the lower part of the city that he was dead.  At eight o'clock we met a friend just from his bedside who informed us that "poor Doc, was very low and could not possibly survive until morning."  About half an hour later a lady volunteered the information that the Doctor was much better, that she had just heard from him and he was sitting up, reading a copy of the morning Bulletin.  Left thus, we consulted headquarters and got the straight of it.
Dr. Sullivan was so much better yesterday, that some hopes were entertained of speedy recovery.
The Alleged Victim—A Woman in the Case. Etc.

We came into possession of information yesterday, which, if true, points to the commission of a great crime which resulted as it was manifestly intended, it should, in the death of the victim of it.  We give the information as we received it, vouching for the correctness of none of it, although we have no reason for disbelieving any of it.

The story runs thus:  Up to a few days ago a negro woman named Brown, resided with her unmarried daughter, somewhere the in neighborhood of Poplar and Twentieth Street.  An unmarried negro man, named Bud Bowman, who lived on Twenty-second Street, was on terms of familiarity with the daughter, whom the mother was determined should marry somebody else.  Bowman was the obstacle in the way, his influence over the girl being so great that she would do nothing contrary to his wishes.  Of course, it was his wish that she should not marry the other fellow; and this wish the girl observed despite the entreaties and importunities of the mother.  Thus the matter rested until Wednesday or Thursday last, when, as is alleged, the mother conceived the horrible idea of putting Bowman out of the way.  In pursuance of this wicked resolve she by some means possessed herself of some arsenic and strychnine, which she mixed with a quantity of gin.  This poisoned gin, we are told, was placed into the hands of a third party.  As this party may have been innocent of any purpose to do wrong, we withhold his name.  He met Bowman somewhere on Twentieth Street, and offered him, the fatal drink.  Bowman at first refused, but being urged to drink, put the bottle to his lips and took a hearty swallow or two.  In a few minutes he was seized with a dizziness, which, continuing to increase, he had to have assistance in reaching home.  Once there he was placed in bed, where he remained until Sunday morning, when he died.  Meanwhile the woman left the city, but it is thought that she may be found in the neighborhood of Hodge's Park.  Bowman's remains were interred in the Seven-Mile graveyard, on the afternoon of the day upon which she died.

These are all the particulars at hand.  We met several colored persons who claimed to have some knowledge of the affair; but as they did not relish the dread of being brought before the court, we could get but little out of them.  Of a certainty, we can only say this, that Bowman is dead, and that there is a profound impression among certain colored people of the neighborhood, that he was foully dealt with.  Any additional information or any confirmation of that already given, that we may receive today, will be given to our readers tomorrow.

After placing the "Alleged Poisoning Case" into type we extended further inquiries; and although we received assurance that there had been foul play in the taking off of Bowman, we are apprehensive that what was at first a suspicion among some of the colored folks, has since then resolved itself into a conviction.  We would, therefore, have the reader take the story as we take it, with many grains of allowances.

Wednesday, 20 Nov 1878:
As we promised yesterday, we have made further inquiries respecting the alleged poisoning case, concerning which we gave a few particulars.  We met a number of colored people who have heard it, and a few who gave full credence to the details.  But we satisfied ourselves that there is but little foundation for the story.  It owes it origin, we are told, to one of Bowman's relatives.  This relative claims, so the story goes, that deceased told her that he had been poisoned, that strychnine had been administered to him in a drink, and that it was going to kill him.  He told nobody else, declining to inform his mother, as is alleged, because she would "make a fuss about it."  This much of the story afloat, the gossips of the neighborhood, no doubt supplied the needful shocking embellishments, the departure of the suspected woman from the city, greatly intensifying the suspicion.  As the man was sick several days it may be accepted as a certainty that he didn't owe his sickness to a does of strychnine; and as the alleged poisoner is again in the city, it is equally certain that her departure had no connections with the death of Bowman.  The whole sensation may have no better or more reliable stating point than the ambition of a relative of the deceased to impart startling stories to the neighbors.  Knowing this to be a peculiarity of the colored race, we advised our readers to accept the particulars we furnished with many grins of allowance.  We repeat this admonition now; and do not think, as some profess to, that the facts warrant the resurrection of the body for the purpose of examining the contents of the stomach.  Until the story assumes a more reliable shape, Bowman's bones should not be disturbed.

Thursday 21 Nov 1878:
About six years ago, Mr. W. F. Martin, of the Charleston, Mo., Courier, died leaving a large family of comparatively helpless children.  One of these, a boy fourteen or fifteen years of age, managed to scrape together a few old type and two or three dollars worth of other material, and with this material he commenced publishing a little 10 by 12 newspaper.  Sympathetic neighbors took the paper and paid for it, and a few of the liberal-hearted businessmen of Charleston extended paying advertising patronage.  The boy thus encouraged, gradually accumulated new material, improved himself in the art of printing, and is now furnishing citizens of Charleston, a neat and well-filled and handsomely printed little newspaper.  Under discouragements that thousands of other boys would have succumbed to, young Martin persevered determinedly, and the result is, he has laid the foundation for a business that is certain to bring him both honor and money.  He has, in short, shown himself "a boy of a thousand."
Friday, 22 Nov 1878:
Old Elijah Axley, a fifty-year resident of Pulaski County, died at his home, on Saturday last, at the advanced age of 69 years.
We regret to learn, as we did yesterday evening, that Mr. Henry Hunsaker, of Goose Island, son of Mr. Nick Hunsaker, and brother-in-law of Mr. John Gates, of this city, met with a mishap on Wednesday last, that may, and most likely has, cost him his life.  He was at a neighbor's, it seems, grinding knives with a view to slaughtering hogs.  Having sharpened the knives, he mounted his mule, the knives in his hand, and started homeward.  He had not proceeded far when the mule took fright, and threw Mr. Hunsaker violently to the ground.  One of his arms was broken, by the fall, and one of the knives plunged into his side.  The wounds thus inflicted are terrible ones, and our information thinks that it is quite impossible for the unfortunate man to recover.

(Henry Harrison Hunsaker married Eliza Catharine Martin on 8 Jan 1873, in Alexander Co., Ill.  John Gates married Jane Hill on 16 Oct 1871, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter
Saturday, 23 Nov 1878:
Intelligence from Goose Island yesterday, was to the effect that Mr. Henry Hunsaker (of whose serious mishap we spoke yesterday) is no better, and that but faint hopes are entertained of his recovery.  Henry is a young man of a very vigorous constitution; but it is feared that his intestines have been cut.  In that event, of course, recovery is quite out of the question.

P.S.—At a late hour last evening, we received information of a slight improvement in Mr. H.'s condition, which was accepted as a favorable indication.

The old residents of Pulaski County have been dropping off with alarming rapidity during the month past.  Yesterday we chronicled the death of old Elijah Axley, who had lived in the vicinity of Villa Ridge and Ullin, a period of time covering a half century or more.  We have not to announce the death of M. L. Hollman, of Villa Ridge, known in Cairo and Pulaski County as the "bridge builder."  He died last Saturday.  Mrs. Jane Walker and Widow Atherton, both old residents of the same locality, also died during the present week and were buried in the Villa Ridge Cemetery.  The residents of fifty years ago now form but a small circle, either in this county or Pulaski.  A few years more, and all that will be left of them will be and saddened memories of surviving friends and relations.

(A marker in Old Shiloh Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads:  Elijah Axley Born Oct. 10, 1810, Died Nov. 15, 1878.—Darrel Dexter)
Locked Up Alone, Its Outcries Are of No Avail and It Dies in Agony and Flames—A Most Cruel and Reprehensible Practice.

Only yesterday we published a paragraph recounting how four colored children were burned to death in the room in which they had been locked, while their parents were abroad attending to religious duties, which they felt they could not neglect.  A striking parallel was furnished yesterday, about eleven o'clock in this city—the scene being on Walnut Street, within a stone's throw of our sanctum.

The clang of fire bells and the outcries of women and children soon attracted a crowd to the scene of the horror, which is a one-story building a few doors above Twelfth Street.  Entering the house, which had been gutted of such articles of furniture as had not been destroyed by the flames, we saw a colored woman named Harriet Fields, and apparently about forty years of age, in the wildest paroxysms of grief.  Uttering piercing shrieks and frenzied exclamations, she threw herself upon the belittered floor, near an object over which a sheet had been thrown.  Frantically removing the sheet, she disclosed to view the burned and charred body of a negro child, apparently five or six years of age.  This little creature she had locked in the room, when she went out to work in the morning, first building a hot fire in the stove that the room might be kept comfortable during her absence.  Shortly after 10 o'clock a gentleman who was passing the building, heard the voice of a child giving out the most agonizing cries of "Mother!  Mother!" but thinking it a case of flogging, quite common in the neighborhood, he passed on, and gave the matter no further attention.  A half hour later, the door of the room from which the cries proceeded, was burst open and there, lying upon the floor, near the stove was the body of the little girl, every vestige of her clothing burned to crisp cinders, and the body so cooked that great patches of skin hung pendant from the legs, arms and shoulders.  The little sufferer gave a gasp or two after the first bucket of water was cast upon it, and then passed out of its misery.  The bedding in the room was entirely destroyed, and no doubt gave out dense volumes of smoke and flame; but the doors and windows of the room being tightly closed, neither the smoke nor the flame could escape to give notice outside of the appalling scenes that was going on within, until it was too late to rescue either the child or the room's contents.

The most reasonable conjecture is that the child was playing with the fire, and by some means communicated it to the bedding.  It was to give notice of this mischief, no doubt, that she raised her outcry.  The burning bedding filling the room enveloped the child not sooner than ten or fifteen minutes after its outbreak, for had the child been burning during the interval between its first outcry and the time of discovery, its body would have presented nothing but an unrecognizable mass.  As it was, the skin remained intact on the breast and abdomen—the arms, legs and shoulders of the little creature being burned, as above stated, quite severely.

Surely if our colored mothers can be taught anything by experience, this terrible lesson should put a stop to the reprehensible and criminal habit of locking children in rooms with lighted fires, and leaving them thus for hours together.  But it will not stop the habit; the death of a child, under like circumstances, on every day of the week, would not stop it.  The habit is like that of using coal oil for kindling.  Everybody thinks it is very dangerous for everybody else but herself.  And now, at this moment, although the seared and burned and blackened body of little Milly Fields lies as a terrible warning, we venture to say, if anyone would visit the colored homes of the city of Cairo, he will find, at this very moment, no less than fifty children locked in their homes and their parents absent.

(The story mentioned in the first paragraph was reported in the 21 Nov 1878, issue:  “While the old ones were gadding among their neighbors, four young negroes were burned in a cabin near Elizabethton, N.C.”  Levi Fields married Harriet Bandy on 3 May 1876, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)

Sunday, 24 Nov 1878:
At about 7 o'clock last evening, a little two-year-old child of Mrs. M. B. Pierson, colored, living on Commercial Avenue, near Twelfth Street, met with a severe accident, which will doubtless prove fatal.  The little one was playing around a stove upon which its mother was preparing supper, and by some means upset a kettle of boiling water upon itself and was scalded very seriously.  Dr. Parker was called in, and after an examination of the child, expressed the opinion that it could not recover.
The body of the little negro girl, of whose horrible death we gave an account in yesterday's paper, was taken to the Seven Mile graveyard for burial, about two o'clock yesterday afternoon.  The mother of the child declares that there was no fire in the house when she left it; but this statement is not borne out by the facts.  When the doors were bursted open, there was a full roaring fire in the stove that could not have been kindled by the child.  All her conjectures that the building was set on fire, are the merest nonsense, as the building was not even scorched outside of the room where the little girl perished.  For the space of fifteen minutes or more, the cries of the little sufferer were heard by several children playing on the ground not twenty-five feet away; but as outcries from colored children can be heard at any time in any part of the city, the agonizing calls of the little creature fell upon dull ears, and passed unheeded.

(The child was Milly Fields.—Darrel Dexter)

Tuesday, 26 Nov 1878:
The colored child that was so severely scalded, near the corner of Twelfth and Commercial Saturday night, died Sunday, about noon, suffering in the meantime indescribable agony.  It was a mere infant in both age and size, and was completely deluged by the boiling liquid it overturned upon itself.

(The child was the infant of Mrs. M. B. Pierson, according to the 24 Nov 1878, issue.—Darrel Dexter)

Wednesday, 27 Nov 1878:
We give place elsewhere to the resolutions of respect for the memory of Mr. P. O'Loughlin and Mr. John Crofton, deceased, recently passed by the Hibernian Fire Company, of which company both O'Loughlin and Crofton were active members.  The resolutions form a deserved testimonial to the worth of the deceased, and the part assigned to the Bulletin to lay them before the public, is performed wittingly as a slight contribution to the memory of friends and respected citizens.
Death of Mr. P. O'Loughlin.

Whereas, It has pleased Almighty God to number among the victims of the terrible epidemic that so scourged our people, our respected and beloved Secretary P. O'Loughlin, who departed this life on the 12th day of October, 1878, and

Whereas, We deem it fit and in accordance with the usages of the company, to commemorate the worth of our brother, alike as a foreman and citizen, therefore

Resolved, That in the death of our brother, P. O'Loughlin, the Hibernian Fire Company has lost a most faithful and efficient officer, and an active and willing coworker in all the laudable aims of his company.  And be if further

Resolved, That in view of their grievous and irreparable loss, this company tenders to the widow and orphan children of the deceased this sincere expression of their condolence and sympathy, and

Resolved, Finally, that as a further testimony of our bereavement, we devote a page of our journal to the memory of our deceased brother, drape our hall in mourning, and causing the publication of these resolutions in The Bulletin and other Cairo papers, deliver a copy of the same to the afflicted family.
John Clancy,
Thomas Keane,
T. Gorman, Committee
Death of John Crofton.

Whereas, It has pleased Almighty God to number among the victims of yellow fever, that so heavily scourged our people, our respected and beloved Brother John Crofton, who departed this life on the 15th day of September, last, therefore

Whereas, We deem it fit and in accordance with the usages of the company, to commemorate the worth of our brother, alike as a foreman and citizen, therefore

Resolved, That in the death of our brother, Crofton, the Hibernian Fire Company has lost one of tis most active, energetic an faithful members, and the community a moral, upright, young man, before whom there was promise of a long life of usefulness and honor.

Resolved, That we sincerely sympathize with the bereaved relatives of the deceased; and that as a further testimonial of our regret and sympathy, we devote a page of our journal to the memory of our deceased brother, cause these resolutions to be published in The Bulletin and other Cairo papers, deliver a copy of the same to our deceased brother's mourning relatives.
Thomas Keane,
T. Gorman,
John Clancy, Committee

Thursday, 28 Nov 1878:

Anna, Ill., November 26.—Thomas McDonald, died at Jonesboro last night from the effect of too much whisky and beer.  He belonged to a party of telegraph line repairers who were working on the Cairo and St. Louis railroad line, and was 25 years old.

(The Jonesboro Gazette of 30 Nov 1878, reported that Thomas McDonald, of Hazlegreen, Wis., died on 25 Nov 1878, of whisky poisoning.—Darrel Dexter)
At  a late hour last night we learned that the wife of Mr. Louis Petrie, living near the box factory, was very seriously burned.  Mrs. P. was washing at the time of the accident, having her back toward the fire, and before the flames could be extinguished, she was very severely burned.  Owing to the lateness of the hour we were unable to learn further particulars.

(Louis Petrie married Sarah Martin on 24 May 1876, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)

Friday, 29 Nov 1878:
The death of Major Robertson is announced.  He was for some length of time division superintendent of the Mobile and Ohio railroad.  He died in Jackson, Tenn., on Wednesday last.

Saturday, 30 Nov 1878:

Allenville, Mo., November 28.—Mr. Richard Hatcher, brother and law partner of Maj. Robert H. Hatcher, died at New Madrid, Tuesday, the 26th inst., of pneumonia.  His death was sudden, he having been sick only two or three days.  He was buried by the A.F. & A. M.'s today.  He was universally esteemed.

Murray Phillips was shot in the face and seriously though not fatally wounded at New Madrid, Saturday, the 23rd inst., in a recounter with a young man of that county with whom he had previously had some difficulty.
The Cruelties of Savage Life Revived—Posey County, Ind., the Scene of a Most Shocking Act of Pretended Retribution.

The town of Mt. Vernon, Posey County, Indiana, is rapidly winning a notoriety that is infamous.  If half the reports descriptive of mobs, shooting scrapes, and raids upon negroes, that go out from that place are true, the parishes of East and West Feliciana may well look to their laurels.  A month or more since the public was appalled by the details of a horrible outrage committed by negroes of that place upon respectable white women.  Following this came the news of the summary taking off of the suspected negroes—all of the gang except one, who for the time being, it is said, made his escape.  Later still, Evansville sends out the report of an attempt upon the part of the Mt. Vernon mob to "clean out" a number of negro porters who visited the town as attendants upon the members of an Evansville military company.  And now, as a crowning act of barbarous cruelty and blood thirstiness, we have an account of how the prisoner Harris, who was reported as being at large, did not escape, but was seized with his copartners in crime by five men selected for the purpose, hurried to a point in the dense woods, five miles from Mt. Vernon, where he was tied to a stake, and amidst the flames of faggots, piled high about his body, died as horrible a death as the most merciless of savages ever inflicted upon their captives.  The Evansville Journal claims to have received the details of this crowning act of infamy from a party who had received the confession of one of the five men engaged in the diabolical work.  If the story is untrue, or if there is any loophole of escape for the people of Mt. Vernon, from its damning effects, they owe it to themselves to promptly employ it.

Sunday, 1 Dec 1878:
On Tuesday morning of last week, Frank Huggins, of Metropolis, became intoxicated and going to Loud's Mill, got into an altercation with Frank Leach.  The result of the quarrel was the Leach hit Huggins on the head with a brickbat, fracturing his skull, causing death on the following Thursday morning.  Leach has been indicted and will probably have his trial at once.
Coroner Drake held inquests last week on the remains of two men, both found dead in boats on the river.  On account of our not being able to see Mr. D. we could not learn the particulars (Pulaski Patriot, 30th).
Mr. Thomas Mangold, a son-in-law of B. F. Mason, died last week from an attack of typhoid pneumonia, and his mother died the following day with the same disease (Pulaski Patriot, 30th).

(Thomas E. Mangold married Sarah C. Mason on 1 Jan 1873, in Pulaski Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)
Charles E. Swegals, carpenter of the Andy Baum, who stopped off here on Thursday sick, died at the house of Mr. Joseph Cavender, an old acquaintance and friend, at 2 o'clock yesterday afternoon.  While at Evansville, on Tuesday, the deceased injured himself by heavy lifting, and afterwards contracted a severe cold which resulted in pneumonia and his death.  He leaves a wife and five children, who live in Cincinnati, to mourn his loss.  The remains will be taken to Cincinnati by the Baum for interment.
We received word yesterday of the death of Mother Kenneday, the oldest white resident of Pulaski County.  She lived to see four generations of children, and maintained to the last an unusual vigor of both mind and body.  Among the children are Samuel, Baz, and Thomas Kenneday, all resident of Pulaski County, the latter having filled the position of sheriff and county treasurer, to the entire satisfaction of his fellow citizens.  Mrs. Kenneday was at the time of her death, ninety-six years of age.  Her remains were buried in the Villa Ridge Cemetery, last Friday.

(Mother Kenneday is likely Elizabeth Kennedy.  She is in the 1850 census of Pulaski Co., Ill.:  David Kennedy, 78, born in Pennsylvania, Elizabeth, 68, born in Virginia; Phebe, 7, born in Illinois.  The two households next to this one in 1850 were headed by Samuel Kennedy, 28, born in Illinois, and B. B. Kennedy, 36, born in Ohio.  Elizabeth is in the 1860 census of P.O. Walbridge, Pulaski County:  G. W. Bankson, Jr., 44, Sarah J., 41, Ohio; Alfred, 16; Elizabeth, 11; M. R., 9; Sarah J., 7; Abner, 5; , Samuel A., 2; Elizabeth Kennedy, 76, Pennsylvania.  Elizabeth is in the 1870 census of Township 15 south, range 1 west, Pulaski Co., Ill.:  G. W. Bankson, Jr., 54, Sarah J., 50, Ohio; Mannor, 19; Jane, 16; Abner, 15; , Samuel, 12; Elizabeth Kennedy, 86, Pennsylvania.—Darrel Dexter)

Tuesday, 3 Dec 1878:
A deck passenger on the Grand Tower was so injured during the up trip of the boat, that he died before he reached Cairo.  His leg was caught in the machinery, and so badly crushed as to bring about the result stated, in the course of six or eight hours.

Wednesday, 4 Dec 1878:
The Sun suggests that Mr. Parks, who buried the yellow fever dead, should not be forgotten.  This is true.  Let Parks be remembered. 
News was received by Mr. Heim, quite recently, that Fred Theobold, for many years a citizen of Cairo, and at one time a member of the city council, had terminated his existence by committing suicide.  Fred was always an erratic creature, but his friends here will be much surprised on receiving the intelligence that he has died by his own hands.
Everybody in Cairo three or four years ago, knew Fred Theobald, the barber.  He was a good-looking and very intelligent man and handled a razor with the hand of a master.  He would fit up fine shops, make money, build houses, talk and prosper, and the dissipate his means, raise commotions, leave the city and come back again to go around the circle again.  At one time deceased was a Cairo alderman, and filled the office with not a little credit to himself.  Several years ago he left Cairo, and became a wanderer.  He went from place to place until at Hillsboro, Ohio, on the morning of the 1st inst., he died a suicide.  On the day before his death, he bade several friends goodbye and invited them to his funeral.  They regarded the invitation as the idle talk of a drunken man; but Fred was in earnest, and that night took a dose of morphine that ended his earthly existence.
The majority of our readers were personally acquainted with William Ehlers, the Twentieth Street shoemaker.  He left Cairo two or three years ago, and, with his family took up his residence in Greenville, Miss.  He was among the early victims of the yellow fever, his child soon followed and then his wife.  Thus the whole family became extinct, and that too, within a period of ten days.  Years will elapse, perhaps, before we shall know who among us has not lost a relative or friend by the terrible epidemic that so fearfully ravaged the southern country.

Friday, 6 Dec 1878:
John Schausten, a German farmer living near Freeport, committed suicide Sunday night by shooting himself with a shotgun.  The contents of one barrel entered the left side producing almost instant death.  Schausten was a farmer but it seems has had a series of misfortunes for some time past.  He lost a daughter three weeks ago, while three of his horses and nearly all of his hogs have died from disease.  It is said also that his domestic relations have given him a good deal of unhappiness.
Mrs. Harriet N. Poff, a widow lady of Centralia, had two girls, twins about 8 years old, very bright and intelligent and devoted to each other.  Some weeks ago they were taken sick both at the same time, with the same disease, fever and gradually grew worse together, until last Friday both died within the same hour.  They were encased in the same casket and buried from the M. E. church, Rev. W. Wallis, officiating.
Mr. Ned Shannessy has been appointed administrator of the estate of Miss Ellen Shannessy, deceased; and will proceed, with all due expedition, to settle up the estate which offers all the property lately owned by the lamented 'Squire Shannessy.
The collision by which the steamer Cotton Valley was sent to the bottom of the Mississippi and twenty souls hurried into eternity coming as it does, close upon the terrible ocean disasters, excites afresh the inquiry, cannot something be done to add to the security of our river and ocean travel?

Saturday 7 Dec 1878:
Grant County, Kentucky, has officers who are too cowardly, or too corrupt to enforce the laws; therefore Frank Turner although he had killed four men, was still at liberty.  Nobody dared quarrel with him, and in order to get an antagonist, he sought out Peter Judd, who had recently fought with the desperado's brother.  Turner called Judd out of his house and demanded an apology.  Judd instantly promised to apologize.  Turner was disappointed by this easy victory, and commanded Judd to apologize on his knees, hoping that he would, by refusing, give a pretext for bloodshed.  Judd submissively got down on his knees.  Then Turner stabbed him to death.  The officers did not arrest the murderer even then, but a mob hanged him.
The friends of Mr. J. B. Kelly will be pained to hear of the death of Mrs. Kelly, which occurred in the city of Cincinnati on Thanksgiving Day.  It is said that she died in childbed.  She had just entered the bloom of womanhood, and with personal and mental endowments of a rare order, she seemed to have before her a long and happy life.  Mr. Kelly has the hearty condolence of all who know him, and especially of those who know how signally he is bereaved.

(The 11 Dec 1878, issue corrected the date of Mrs. J. Burton Kelly’s death.  She died 3 Dec 1878, and not on Thanksgiving Day.—Darrel Dexter)

Sunday, 8 Dec 1878:
A little negro boy, a child of Henry Dyers, was literally roasted alive on Monday afternoon.  The mother of the child went to visit her mother, locking the little one in the room, but telling another woman living in the same house what she had done.  How the child took fire is not known.  For some unaccountable reason the woman in whose charge the house was left, paid no attention whatever to the child's screams.  A farmer passing by heard the screaming and went to see what the trouble was.  Finding the door locked, he broke it down, to find the child roasted alive.  The poor little thing lingered until Tuesday morning, when death relieved its sufferings.  This is the third death of this character we have noted in the past two ______ mothers (Carbondale Free Press).
Hon. T. G. Farris, who was elected to the legislature last fall was reported dying of consumption at Vienna, on last Wednesday.  He was the Democratic minority member of the 51st District and a young man of promising ability (Jonesboro Gazette).
John Brown, a son of Samuel Brown, who lies at Pearmont, accidentally shot himself last Wednesday.  He was hunting rabbits and had ______ drawing it towards him discharged and lodged its contents in his neck.  He did not speak and died in a few minutes.  Coroner Angell was summoned and held an inquest.  The young man was about 10 years old (Jonesboro Gazette).
Parties who propose to remove the bodies of their yellow fever dead from the point where they lie buried, outside the Mississippi Levee, should be in no hurry about the matter.  Let more cold weather intervene.
The many friends of Mr. Farris, Democratic member of the legislature from Johnson County, will be pained to learn that he is supposed to be in the last stages of consumption, and that his death may occur at any time.  Mr. Farris is a young man of good ability, of unexceptional character, and his death, should it occur, be sorely felt, as well throughout the 51st District, as among his immediate friends.

Tuesday, 10 Dec 1878:
The report current yesterday, and which found its ways into the evening papers, to the effect that five colored men working in the wheelhouse of the Golddust, while lying at our wharf Sunday morning, were thrown into the river and three of them drowned, wore a suspicious aspect.  The levee men were entirely too ignorant in the premises; nobody as sufficiently certain, and those who knew about it, were at sea when it come to details.  We shall not put ourselves on record as pronouncing it a "sell" but there were divers and sundry phases about it that looked very peculiar.
A young man named Henry Bedford was killed, a few days ago, by being crushed under the cars, between Bird's Point and Charleston, at a point near Adams' planing mill, on the Cairo dead track.  He was in the act of stepping from one platform car to another, when, losing his footing, he fell to the ground, three cars and the tender passing over his legs and leaving his body so wedged under the engine that it would have been instant death to have removed it, even a foot.  In this horrible predicament the unfortunate young man remained until jackscrews could be obtained and the engine lifted from his body.  He begged most piteously for the parties present to shoot him, and put him out of his misery.  He was released at the end of a half hour's labor and died about an hour later.  He had many relatives and friends in Charleston, and was well acquainted in Cairo.

Wednesday, 11 Dec 1878:
Our readers will recall an item in The Bulletin in which we gave the particulars of a mishap to Mr. Henry Hunsaker, that threatened a fatal termination—how, while carrying a couple of butcher knives in his hand, he was thrown from the mule he was riding, one of the knives penetrating to the cavity of his body. We are glad to be able to say a vigorous constitution enabled him to outlive his terrible injuries, and to fully recover from the effects of them. He was in Cairo, yesterday, as sound, apparently, as he ever was.

Mrs. J. Burton Kelly died on Wednesday of last week, and not on Thanksgiving Day, as heretofore reported. She died in the home of her parents, 185 Barr Street, Cincinnati, at which place her funeral took place last Friday. She was 21 years and 2 months old. We obtain these particulars from the Cincinnati Enquirer of the 6th inst.
Saturday, 14 Dec 1878:
Several days ago we spoke of the serious illness of Hon. T. G. Farris, the Democratic member elect of the House of Representatives from the 51st senatorial district. We heard yesterday that Mr. Farris had died on the 9th inst., and was buried day before yesterday. The governor has ordered an election for January 4th, to fill the vacancy, and as the district is a Republican one, a Republican, of course, will be elected. If matters were reversed, the Democrats would allow the Republican to choose their new man without interference. Of course they would.

Sunday, 15 Dec 1878:
There has been a bad feeling existing for some time between John Kimmel and Mr. McKinney, both of whom reside east of town. On Monday or Tuesday the parties met, and Kimmel said he wanted satisfaction, and it is reported at the same time drew his revolver and attempted to shoot McKinney. He missed, but McKinney didn't and rumor says that Kimmel received a shot in the breast. Mr. McKinney gave himself up to the officers, claiming self defense (Jonesboro Gazette).

Died, at the residence of Frank Gillespie, four miles east of Vienna, at 10 o'clock Tuesday night, from the effects of apoplectic stroke, T. G. Farris, Jr., and was buried at the Johnson graveyard, Wednesday at about 4 o’clock by the Odd Fellows' Lodge of this place, of which in his lifetime, he was a worthy member. We will give further particulars of his death and memoriam in our next issue (Johnson County Journal).

Our readers probably remember the murder of James Campbell, a farmer residing in Hamilton County, near Enfield, a year or more ago, and the escape of the murderer, Granville R. Farris, despite the reward offered and untiring efforts made to effect his capture. Farris, it seems fled to Arkansas, where it is said he was murdered by a highwayman several weeks since. The brother of Farris went out to Arkansas and brought home with him a body said to be that of his brother, yet report says he refused to allow the coffin to be opened to satisfy the friends of Campbell that the body was that of his brother. This has raised a doubt in the minds of some that the body was not that of his brother, and they fear that the whole thing is a made up affair to prevent any more attempts being made to bring Campbell's murderer to justice. The McLeansboro Era has a long letter purporting to have been written by the gentleman and lady who took care of Farris after he was shot, in which the writer says that Farris' murderer was hung by a mob and that Farris died like a Christian. 

Wednesday, 18 Dec 1878:
We regret to learn that Mr. Stockflith's case is becoming alarming to his friends. It is now feared that he will not recover.

(His name is recorded as Frederick M. Stockfleth in his obituary in the 29 Dec 1878, issue.—Darrel Dexter

Thursday, 19 Dec 1878:
The remains of the lamented Phil Howard were removed from their temporary resting place yesterday to their final resting place in Beech Grove Cemetery. Rev. B. Y. George officiated at the grave.

Friday, 20 Dec 1878:
Mr. Stockflith was lying very low yesterday evening, and grave fears were entertained as to the results of the night. His partner in business, Judge Bross, is constantly by his bedside. To our inquiry as to his condition, yesterday, the reply was, "very, very low, and constantly sinking."  We can illy spare Stockflith and hope (almost against hope, however) that he may yet be spared to us.

(His name is recorded as Frederick M. Stockfleth in his obituary in the 29 Dec 1878, issue.—Darrel Dexter

Sunday, 22 Dec 1878:
L. W. Copeland, of Joppa, was in our city (Vienna), Wednesday. He reports the death of Mark Adkinson, of Ash Ridge, who, on last Saturday, was thrown from a load of oats by the running away of a team, and almost instantly killed. The fatal accident occurred on the farm of J. S. Copeland, father of the Widow Wright, of our place (Vienna).

Oliver Morse, who is now under indictment as accessory to the killing of J. O. Bradshaw, became involved in a difficulty at Dongola, with a couple of boys the other day and was badly used with a knife.


The subject of this obituary is a young lady, Miss Mary A. Sweeney, born in Cairo, Jan. 24th, 1858, died Nov. 14th, 1878. The filial devotion of this young lady was truly exemplary. Her mother having been stricken with yellow fever during the prevalence of the dreadful scourge in our midst, this noble daughter persisted, with untiring zeal in nursing her parents until she succeeded in restoring her to her usual state of health and spirits.

Then the faithful daughter, whose delicate frame had been overtaxed, fell a victim to the dread destroyer herself. In tracing the virtues of this young treasure, it is to be feared the grief of the bereaved parents will be awakened, for truly she was the light and joy of their old age. Yet this sad task must be faithfully performed.  Beautiful and edifying, indeed, was the death of this "Child of Mary."  In her the truth of the old adage, "As you live, so will you die" is verified.  She was possessed of qualities of which many young ladies might well be proud, and these, we can truly say, were perfected by the Sisters of Loretto Academy, of which institution she was a pupil since early childhood.  In life she was a member of the Sodality of the Blessed Virgin Mary, and we trust none who read this humble testimonial to her worth, will fail in their devotional exercises, to pray for this shining star that has left our midst, and gone to spread her splendor in regions far more bright than this.  Many are the mourning friends; yet in their sorrow they are consoled with the hope that their darling is in Heaven.  Consolation do I say?  Yes, more than that.  They deem themselves blessed to think God, in his unbounded wisdom, considered her worthy to take to His heavenly home, in all her purity, youth and simplicity, unmarred and unalloyed.  In her conversation her language was always chaste, governed by that beautiful virtue, charity.  She had just reached the meridian of life, and was beginning to diffuse her benign influence, when death came, and snatched her from us.  But is consoling to reflect that in life she was always pure and good, young and beautiful; and as such we can remember her in death.  Oh! Parents, be resigned, for you know your child is with her Father and her King; and our Blessed Mother whose faithful child she was in life now crowns her in everlasting glory.
A Companion.
In speaking of Elias M. Rector, who recently died in Arkansas, at an advanced age, the Paducah Sun says that he was the original of Albert Pike's great song, "The Old Arkansas Gentleman."  The groundwork of the song was found in a brief experience Rector had in New Orleans.  He arrived in that city with a load of hogs, sold them for $1,600, got on a prodigious spree, which he kept up as long as he had a single dollar.  Relating his experience to Pike, he said:  "I wound up to find myself flat broke, six hundred miles from home, and the dirtiest devil in Louisiana; but while the money lasted, I was a fine old Arkansas gentleman, you bet.  It cost me like hell, but the fun was simply prodigious."  A great many years ago, Rector, Berthoud and Bechtle owned vast bodies of land at and near the mouth of Cache in this county, and before operations were commenced in Cairo, carried on an extensive boat store, hotel, wood and fur trade at Cache, which then, and for many years afterwards, was known as Trinity.  In the old land and law records of this county, but few names occur more frequently than that of Elias M. Rector.  He was not, at that time, "a fine old Arkansas gentleman," but he was a very popular, intelligent and enterprising young man.  Severing his business connections with Berthoud and Bechtle, he emigrated to the then wilds of Arkansas Territory, where, after a few years' stay, and after the admission of the territory as a state of the Union, he was elected governor.  For a period of thirty or forty years, he was the most widely known man of the Southwest.

(It was Elias Rector’s son, Henry Massey Rector, who served as governor of Arkansas from 1860 to 1862.—Darrel Dexter)
Mr. Anthony McTigue took up the body of his father, last night, and removed it for reburial to the Calvary Cemetery at Villa Ridge.  Poor old Anthony.  Although a victim of the scourge that afflicted our city, his days would have been but few and full of trouble had he escaped.  He had advanced beyond the three score and ten years that are set as the span of human existence.

(A marker in Calvary Cemetery in Villa Ridge reads:  Anthony McTigue, Native of the Parish of Kong, County of Mayo, Ireland, Died Oct. 21, 1878, Aged 69 Years.—Darrel Dexter)
We are requested to state that the bodies of Richard Nason and P. O'Loughlin will be exhumed from their graves among the yellow fever victims today; and that, for the purpose of conveying them and such relatives and friends as may desire to attend the reburial at Villa Ridge, a special train will leave the foot of Eighth Street at 2 o’clock this afternoon.
The beautiful and pathetic tribute to the memory of Miss Mary A. Sweeney, deceased, was written at the insistence of her father, by a young lady companion of the deceased; and no doubt bears truthful testimony to the virtues and graces that rendered Miss Sweeney beloved of all who knew her, and the pride and joy of her parents' household.
Mr. Winans, the marble yard man, received information yesterday of the death of his mother-in-law, Mrs. Johnson.  She died the evening previous and Mr. Winans left on the afternoon train to attend the funeral ceremonies.
The yellow fever burying ground will soon be tenantless.  Eight or ten bodies have already been removed and the immediate removal of several others is contemplated.  Mr. Dennis Stapleton removed the remains of his son of Friday, and the Hibernian Fire Company contemplates the early removal of the body of young Crofton, who when living was a member of that company.  O'Loughlin's body will be removed today.  See notice elsewhere.
The wretched human being who had found his way to police headquarters, yesterday morning, was an object to excite the sympathy and compassion of the most hardened.  Sick, very weak, ill-clad, dirty, woe-begone, and penniless, we saw him stretched upon the bare floor, the most miserable and wretched creature we have seen for months.  He is a foreigner, but of what nationality we don't know.  We could only understand his name, which he gave as Paul Alexander Lewis.  Where he came from, or where he wanted to go nobody seemed to know.  Continued neglect and exposure will soon decide the matter, however.  He will go to the "seven mile graveyard."

Tuesday, 24 Dec 1878:
We are told that the bodies of the yellow fever dead, recently taken up for reinterrment, were much decomposed, and some of them badly eaten by rats.  The flesh of the face, in one instance, has been so eaten away as to render recognition impossible.  The graves were quite shallow, and as the coffins were not covered sufficiently to place the bodies beyond the influence of the summer sun, rapid decomposition followed, as a matter of course.
The bodies of Mrs. Murphy and daughter will be reinterred at Villa Ridge this afternoon.  Friends are invited to attend.  The funeral will leave on the one o'clock train at foot of Fourth Street.
Alexander Paul Lewis, the wretched creature who found his way to the police headquarters, was still there yesterday.  The overseer of the poor will not take charge of the poor fellow, and the chief's sympathies for the unfortunate will not permit him to hustle the old man into the street or to see him lie in headquarters and starve or freeze.  Sundry overtures to drown the miserable man for four dollars and a quarter had been made; but the chief fell in with none of them.  He made up his mind last evening, however, to get rid of his "elephant" by buying a railroad ticket that will carry the pauperized old being to his friends, who live two or three hundred miles up the Mississippi.  This will involve the outlay of $5 or $6, but better that than the continued presence of such a pitiable object as is Alexander Paul Lewis.
FIFTY DOLLARS REWARD.—The above reward will be paid for the recovery of the body of Charles M. Fouke, lost from the steamer Gold Dust, near Cape Girardeau, on Friday night, December 13th, 1878.  Deceased was twenty years old, and has a gunshot scar on right arm, above the elbow, and right hand slightly shriveled.  Information may be left at this office or with Joseph T. Fouke, Greenville, Illinois.
Dec. 23, 1878
We received intelligence yesterday, that Gus. Heim had died the day before in the city of Little Rock of consumption.  He left a wife and three children in quite destitute circumstances, and in the midst of comparative strangers.  Gus was well known in Cairo, had for a long period of time stood at the head of one of the leading tonsorial establishments of the city.  He had a large number of friends who will learn of his death, and the circumstances in which his protracted illness compelled him to leave his family, with feelings of sincere regret and sorrow.

Wednesday, 25 Dec 1878:
Captain Tom Shields received a telegram from St. Louis on Monday night, importing the sad news that his father, an aged and respected citizen of that city, was lying at the point of death.  Captain Shields left for his father's bedside on the night train.
We are informed by Judge Bross, yesterday evening, that there is no perceptible improvement in the condition of Mr. Stockfleth.  He is still bereft of the power of speech, and takes no nourishment except beef broth.  His case is a hopeless one, but fortunately, attended with but little or no suffering.
The mortal remains of the late Patrick O'Loughlin were taken to Villa Ridge for reinterment Sunday morning.  A special train left the foot of Eighth Street, conveying the Rev. Father Zabelle and numerous friends to the place of burial.
A man whom nobody in the neighborhood could recognize, was killed by the cars at Pulaski station, on Monday. It is supposed that he was attempting to steal a ride, and losing his hold, fell under the wheels.

Friday, 27 Dec 1878:
There was quite an accident on the Chicago, St. Louis and New Orleans railroad, last Saturday.  A freight train ran into a pay car near Grand junction, badly injuring the engines, smashing up the pay car, and instantly killing Patrick Doyle, the freight engineer, and the porter of the pay car, whose name we did not learn.  Mr. Berl, the paymaster, was badly stunned and for a time was unconscious, but he soon recovered, and it is thought he sustained no serious injuries.

Saturday, 28 Dec 1878:
Upon the authority of a gentleman who was present at the exhumation of our yellow fever dead, we stated, a few days ago, that some of the bodies were unrecognizable because of the inroads of rats.  Another gentleman, who also claims to have been present, informed us yesterday, that the natural process of decay had been mistaken for the work of the voracious rodent.  This last gentleman says that he made a careful inspection, and that there were not only no holes in the coffins, through which rats could have effected an entrance, but that there was no burrowing in the earth that filled the graves, to indicate the presence of such pests.  One or two of the bodies had decayed with unexpected rapidity; but the greater number were in as fair a condition as could have been reasonably looked for, after the lapse of three months, during at least nine weeks of which the weather was warm, even hot.
It is with feelings of deep sorrow that we announce the death of Frederick M. Stockfleth, of whose sickness our readers have already been apprized.  He died at his home in this city, at half past 4 o'clock yesterday evening.  Mr. Stockfleth has occupied such a conspicuous place in the business, social and official circles of our city, that we feel that his death requires at our hands a more extended notice than the time at our command permits us now to give.  He was, as nearly as any other man in Cairo, at peace with all the world.  He was generous, kind-hearted, frank and open-handed.  Few there are among us who will not have a sigh or a tear for Stockfleth.  The funeral notice will appear in the Bulletin tomorrow, when we shall strive to discharge the sad duty that seems to be committed to our hands.

Sunday, 29 Dec 1878:
A colored man named Harkert, slipped and fell from one of the Cairo and Vincennes wharfboats, about noon, last Friday, and all efforts to rescue him were unavailing.  His body has not been recovered.  The unfortunate man was a laborer in the employment of the railroad company.
We are sorry to hear that Mr. W. S. Lane, of Mounds Junction, continues to fail.  He has been quite sick during the two months past; and as he is suffering from an attack of consumption it is scarcely possible that he will survive the winter.
As Mr. Stockfleth was a member of the Cairo Lodge of Odd Fellows of the Rough and Ready Fire Company and of the Cairo Casino, it is probable that all of those organizations will turn out and take part in the funeral ceremonies.
Messrs. Gerrick and Roberts are still engaged at the work of removing our yellow fever dead.  Last night they continued the search for the body of Thomas Cook, the exact location of whose grave was not known.  The first grave opened proved to be that of Mr. Fitzpatrick.  The second grave opened was that of young Cook.  As the son of Mr. Fitzpatrick had ordered the exhumation of his father's body, there was no labor lost. Both bodies will be reburied today.


Mr. F. M. Stockfleth, who died of paralysis, in his home in this city Friday afternoon last, was born in Flensbourg, a seacoast town in the northern portion of Denmark in the month of May, 1837, and was, therefore, nearing his forty-second birthday.  He emigrated to this country sometime before the outbreak of the rebellion, and being in the South, entered the Southern army.  He held the rank of first lieutenant and afterward of captain, and was an active participant in three of the most hotly contested battles that were fought prior to the summer of 1862.  Testimony is not wanting of his coolness and bravery in moments of danger, nor of the depth and sincerity of the convictions for which he battled.  In the summer and fall of 1862, he arrived in Cairo, a stranger among strangers, and without means.  His gentlemanly address and industrious habits soon won him friends, however, and in 1865 he was married to Miss Pohle, with whose father he had the year previous, formed a business connection that proved immensely profitable, as well to Mr. Pohle as to himself.  At the end of a few years his father-in-law retired from business, and, if we mistake not, returned to the old country, leaving Mr. Stockfleth sole proprietor of a well established trade in the wholesale liquor business.  With unvarying success Mr. Stockfleth pursued that business in his own name, until about a year ago, when Judge Bross took an interest in the house and changed the business title to that of Stockfleth and Bross, and of this firm Mr. S. was, at the time of his death, a member.

Mr. Stockfleth was eminently a social man, and belonged to all the organizations of the city where social virtues were inculcated.  He was one of the originators of the Cairo Casino, being the first secretary.  For a long period of time, and up to a very recent period, he was an active and valued member of the Turner Society.  He was a member of the Rough and Ready Fire Company, and a member of the Grand Lodge and Encampment of Odd Fellows, for a long term of years.

About three years ago he was elected to the office of city treasurer over one of the most popular and unexceptionable gentleman in the city.  He served the city faithfully, and upon his retirement from office, his official conduct had been so exact and upright that not a breath of suspicion was heard in any quarter.  In every station he filled in all the relations of his business, and social life, Mr. Stockfleth was recognized as an honest, frank, courteous, good-natured and warm-hearted man.  His friends were as numerous as his acquaintances, for he was one of the few men whom to know was to like.  But he is now removed from the midst of the people to whom he was endeared by the strongest of social and friendly ties, and the places and people that knew him, shall know him no more.  In the meridian of life he was cut down, and it but remains now for his friends and mystic brothers to put him away to his quiet and eternal rest.  To the affectionate and accomplished widow, who is left without the stay and blessing of children to comfort and bless her in her deep affliction, the people of Cairo extend their warmest sympathy.  They appreciate the loss she has sustained, and tender to her the only consolation it is in their power to give.

(F. M. Stockfleth is in the 1860 census of Ward 12 of Cincinnati, age 23, born in Denmark.  He enlisted in Company A, Griffith’s 17th Arkansas Confederate Infantry in 1861 as a 1st sergeant, and was serving in the unit in 1863 when it was consolidated with the 11th.  Frederick M. Stockfleth married Minna F. Pohle on 21 Sep 1867, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)
FUNERAL NOTICE—The members of the Hibernian Fire Company, are requested to attend the funeral of our lately deceased member, John Crofton, this afternoon, at 2 o'clock, from the foot of Eighth Street, by special train.
William McHale, President.

(The funeral mentioned here is the reburial of John Crofton, who died on 15 or 16 Sep 1878, of yellow fever.—Darrel Dexter)

Tuesday, 31 Dec 1878:
The funeral procession that followed Mr. Stockfleth's remains to the cars, yesterday afternoon, was one of the largest ever seen on a similar occasion, in the city.  It embraced the Odd Fellows, Rough and Ready Fire Company, the Casino Society, of which organizations deceased has been a member, and a large number of citizens, both ladies and gentlemen.  Headed by a brass band discoursing a funeral march, the procession moved to the cars—a solemn and impressive sight to all who beheld it.  The crowd at the grave, to witness the Odd Fellows burial rites, was also large.  Indeed, from the time he was taken sick, until the last sad rites of sepulture were completed, the respect and attention given to him showed that he occupied a conspicuous place in the hearts of our people.  He was a man who could be seen daily in every part of the city, and always jovial and good-natured.  The people will miss him, as they would miss few others in the city.  His death, though for days anticipated, was a shock to his friends, and so intimately was he connected with a large portion of the community by fraternal, as well as friendly and social ties, that the changes of years will only dim, not obliterate the memory of him.
Cairo, Ills., December 29, 1878.

At a meeting of the Cairo Encampment, No. 144, I. O. O. F., at their hall, December 20th, 1878, the following preamble of resolutions were adopted:

Whereas, the angel of death shadowing our Tent called from our midst one of our beloved brothers in the fullness of his usefulness and worth, to grace the higher and immortal Tent of all true Patriarchs.

And whereas, the Advancement by Divine interposition, has left a vacuum in our tent.  It becomes our last sad duty to record a worldly tribute to worth and esteem with which we regarded our lamented brother Patriarch, Frederick M. Stockfleth, and mingle our tears with his bereaved widow's and fellow citizens’.  Be it therefore

Resolved, That during the life of Patriarch Frederick M. Stockfleth this encampment had a staunch defender of its principles and an honest and upright inculcator of its doctrines.  That we always found him first in charity and sympathetic with fullness of heart with his distressed fellowman, meeting their wants promptly with his purse and voice.  That he was upright and of the strictest integrity in his commercial affairs, a good citizen and a loving and kind husband.

Resolved, That in this hour of sad bereavement, while we can only bow in humble submission, yet we cannot forget the irreparable loss of our Encampment, and we therefore seek to mingle our tears with those of his widow and his fellow man, in whose bosom his memory will ever dwell.

Resolved, That the Patriarchs wear the usual badge of mourning and that the hall of this Encampment be properly draped during the next thirty days.

Resolved, That the scribe be instructed to spread the same at large upon the records of this Encampment, and to furnish to the bereaved widow, and to the city papers, for publication, each a copy thereof.
Alfred Comings
John H. Robinson
Harmon H. Black, Committee


Mr. Taylor, the head miller of the Cairo City Mills, was lying so low, yesterday afternoon, that it was thought impossible that he could survive the night.  He has many friends in Cairo, who will receive this intelligence with feelings of deep regret.
The Balfrey children, who were rendered homeless by the fire of last Friday have found a home in the family of Mr. Charley Gayer, who is in some manner related to Mr. Balfrey.  The fates have dealt harshly with Mr. B., especially during the four months past.  The epidemic made a heavy requisition upon his family, and fire destroyed the roof that sheltered the balance.  May we not suggest that these fatalities open the way to those who have enough and to spare, to dispose of a portion of their plenty in a most commendable manner?
Hackert, who was drowned from the Cairo and Vincennes wharfboat a few days since, was a white man, and not a colored man, as stated the day following.  He and other laborers were engaged moving a lot of keg beer, and from the beer that had oozed through the keg, the man obtained a supply of beer ice.  Of this it is said that Mr. Hackert partook quite freely, growing merrier the while, but it was not thought that he was intoxicated.  It was while engaged rolling this beer, however, that he fell into the water.  The current being strong and the ice running heavily he speedily passed beyond the reach of help and was drowned.
A man and a boy were returning to Kentucky in a skiff last Saturday and had reached a point two-thirds of the way across the river, when their skiff capsized and precipitated both of them into the water.  After struggling awhile, the boy succeeded in scrambling upon a cake of ice, upon which he remained until he reached a point opposite Fillmore, when a skiff was sent to his relief and brought him ashore.  The man after struggling a minute or two, went down and was seen no more.  The affair was witnessed by a number of persons on the Kentucky shore, all of whom were unable to extend aid.  The names of the parties we could not ascertain.

Cairo Evening Sun

3 Sep 1878 - 13 Dec 1878

Tuesday, 3 Sep 1878:
LATER—A SETTLER.—If any doubt exists after reading the above, the following telegram to Dr. W. R. Smith, of this city, from Dr. D. C. Blanton, of Hickman, will settle it.  Dr. Smith asked Dr. Blanton if there was any yellow fever in Hickman, and Dr. Blanton answers, as follows:
Sept. 3d, 1878.—
11:11 A. M.
Dr. W. R. Smith:—
Yes, Total cases, 40 to 50; 12 deaths in all.
Dr. D. C. Blanton.

Is it necessary for us to urge upon our people rigid measures?  We hope not.

      Mr. M. P. Fulton has just received another dispatch from his father that says the physicians report fourteen deaths and fifty-five to sixty cases.
Jack Conners, an old time resident of Cairo, died last night, and his remains were taken to Villa Ridge for interment this afternoon.  He has been sick quite a while.

Wednesday, 4 Sep 1878:

            Mr. M. P. Fulton received a dispatch this forenoon, from his father, in Hickman, Ky., stating that there had been 6 deaths in that city in the last 24 hours, 2 new cases; 2 cases were hopeless, and the remainder of the sick were doing well.  Dr. Blackburn, of Louisville, had not arrived.  All people of the town, who could, were getting away.

Thursday, 5 Sep 1878:
We neglected yesterday to record the death of Mr. Hugh Barclay, father of Messrs. J. S. and P. W. Barclay, of this city, which occurred yesterday morning at his home in
Russellville, Ky.  Mr. Barclay was a pioneer—had lived at Russellville for many years and his death is mourned by many.
News From Hickman.

            News from Hickman is hard to get, so many people have fled the place and the operator is so busy.  However, we get some once in a while, and here is a piece:  During the 24 hours ending at 6 o’clock yesterday there had been 7 deaths, and 13 other cases are thought to be hopeless; and last night, three deaths and two new cases.  From this it would appear that the disease is not spreading much, and will probably run itself out in a short time.
Mrs. Perkins Dead.

            A dispatch from New Orleans this morning brings the sad news of the death of Mrs. Perkins, formerly Mrs. Stewart, of this city.  It will be remembered that her daughter, Mrs. Richie, died only a few days ago, and it no doubt while watching at her bedside that her mother contracted the fatal disease.

Monday, 9 Sep 1878:
Tom Nally, editor of the Cairo Bulletin was taken suddenly sick with bilious fever last night.
Mr. Mr. Lon. Daniels, we learn that the terrible yellow fever scourge in
New Orleans has deprived him of an uncle, Mr. B. Shields, a prominent broker in that city, and a cousin as dear to him as a sister, Miss Van Austin.  We extend our sympathy.
We learn from Mr. Paul Crawley that his father died at noon today.  He has been sick for the past two months, but his death was rather random.  Mr. Crawley was one of the old landmarks of Cairo, and was well advanced in years.
The Porter Family.

            Today we learn from Mr. L. W. Stilwell, who saw Mr. Tom Porter in the city yesterday, that one of his children, John, will probably die and others are dangerously sick.  The family were taken sick last Wednesday, and on Sunday Mrs. Porter was able to be up a little, but took a relapse and is down again.  A colored woman is nursing the family.  They live nearly two miles above the levee on the bank of the Mississippi River.  According to the symptoms given by Mr. Porter, the disease is certainly of a very suspicious character.  To say the least, it is a very bad case of pernicious bilious fever, that should be isolated immediately.  Dr. Gordon is, we believe, the attendant physician.
Mr. Tom Porter’s entire family, numbering five or six members, is suffering from malignant fever.  Yesterday day we heard that they could not help each other and had no one to help them.  Mr. Porter lives about 3 miles above the Levee, in the country, on the Unity Road.  His son John was not expected to live on Saturday.

Tuesday, 10 Sep 1878:
The Family of Mr. Porter Needing Help.


            Mr. Porter, one of our oldest citizens, for some years past has been unfortunate in losing property and from failure of his crops, but by industry and pluck has managed to keep the wolf from his door.  But now, if a man ever needed help it is Mr. Porter.  Every member of his family is sick and one lying dead!  If the disease is bilious fever it is certainly in its worst form with them.  Mr. Porter was obliged to leave his sick and dying to come out in the storm early this morning to dispose of some of his vegetables to obtain a little money.  They are actually wanting the necessaries of life.  He needs money and prepared provision.  This only needs to be known to our large hearted citizens to obtain the help he needs.
Cairo, Ill., Sept. 10, 1878.
The remaining child of Mr. John Porter was taken down with the fever at 11 o’clock today.  Mr. Porter is the only member of the family now up.  There is a subscription list open at the board of health rooms, where you may subscribe to the relief of the family if you wish.  The amount subscribed up to 1 p.m. was 71 dollars.  This includes the $55 mentioned elsewhere.
Mr. Mike Mansford and his brother, Ed. Mansford, both well known here to old Cairoites, died of the fever at Memphis.  There is only one brother left.

Wednesday, 11 Sep 1878:
Rev. Mr. George received a dispatch this morning, stating that Mrs. Gilman, his wife’s mother, had just died.  He has gone on this afternoon’s train to
Columbia, Mo., where she lived.  He hopes to be back by Sabbath.

            Mr. Tom Porter, who was reported sick last evening, is up again today.  He was no doubt worn out with watching and anxiety.

Mayor Winter is caring for the wants of the family, and Mr. Puckett is nursing them.  We do not know that at this late day in the season, with cold weather almost upon us, the name of the disease with which the Porter family is suffering amounts to much.  And it might be well for the Sun to keep silent and let others do the guessing.

We do not wonder at the difference of opinion expressed by learned men in regard to this and that Poplar Street case as well as other cases that are reported to have exited in the country near here.  The same difference of opinion has existed among learned and eminent physicians wherever yellow fever has made its appearance this year.  At Hickman, Memphis, Grenada, everywhere the fever has been so complicated with what is usually called bilious symptoms, or common malarial poisoned, as to leave the most experienced yellow fever doctors in doubt as to the genuine character of the disease.

From the attending physicians we have heard the symptoms of the Porter disease.  From persons below, the papers we have learned the symptoms of the Southern scourge, and both agree in every particular.  With all due respect for the opinion of others, we therefore pronounce them the same.  Mr. Porter does not live in Cairo, and no one has reported the disease in Cairo, but the fact that he lives in the country is no sign that his family should not have malarial yellow fever, when his surrounding are so favorable, and he has been exposed to the disease by the landing of refugees from steamers that were refused to land inside the city limits.  And Mr. Porter very definitely states just how he believes the disease was contracted.

His boys caught an abandoned skiff, hauled it home, and repaired it in the yard by the house.  Every member of the family, who stood about the skiff while being repaired, took sick at once on Wednesday evening, and the remaining members took it from them.

We learn today that the change of temperature has proven favorable, and all the sick of the family are improving.

Thursday, 12 Sep 1878:

There were eleven new cases of fever at Hickman yesterday and two deaths night before last.  Dr. Luke P. Blackburn is still there.  He stated yesterday that the disease had been under control, but the rain of day before yesterday caused it to break out again.  A majority of the new cases are colored people.  There are still a good many people in the place.

As we go to press we learn with deep sorrow that Mr. Tom Nally, editor of the Cairo Bulletin, and Mr. Ike Mulkey, an employee of the office, are both dead.  They have been sick only since Sunday.

Little Josie, aged 13 months and 13 days, only son of Dr. H. J. and Mrs. E. L. Stalker, of this city, died in Wauklesha, Wis., on the 10th inst.
Poor Hunter.  Mr. Pink today received a dispatch from
New Orleans bearing the sad news that Mr. Bruce Hunter died at 12:40 last night in that city.  His remains were interred at 10 o’clock today and marked so that they can be located at any time if his friends wish to remove them.

Poor Hunter!  He died bravely at his post of duty.  His family have our heartfelt sympathy.  They reside in this city, but will no doubt move East where Mrs. Hunter’s relations reside.
We are glad to learn from Mr. C. Pink, express agent at this city, that Mr. Bruce Hunter held a life insurance policy of $4,000 in the Messengers’ Mutual Insurance Company.  We believe he also held a paid up policy in something else.
We are pained to receive a notice of the death of the little son of Dr. Stalker, which occurred at Waukesha, Wisconsin, where the family is visiting.

Friday, 13 Sep 1878:

At Cape Girardeau, Missouri, Mr. James McWilliams was shot and killed in the saloon of Ferdinand Cook by Otto BiermanMcWilliams was standing with his back to the door looking at a game of cards that as being played, when Bierman came in, and after a few angry words shot at him.  McWilliams held up a chair, which caused the bullet to glance off.  He then dropped the chair and ran out of the back door followed by Bierman, who shot him as he ran, killing him on the spot.  The trouble grew out of an old feud.
Died This Morning.

Mr. Ike Mulky died this morning.  Our information yesterday was faulty, but the Sun was on the press before we learned the truth.  We extend our sympathy to the bereaved friends.

(The 14 Sep 1878, Jonesboro Gazette reported that Isaac Mulkey, son of Judge J. H. Mulkey, of Cairo, died of yellow fever Thursday morning, 11 Sep 1878.—Darrel Dexter

Saturday, 14 Sep 1878:
There is not a case of yellow fever in the city, so far as we can learn, and no immediate prospects of any.
Not Excited—Oh, No!

The man employed to bury poor Mulkey put on a mask like that worn by the Mystic Krew and drove through the streets like a ghost.  When he arrived at the house he found that he had forgotten the coffin and had to go back after it.  Another man had occasion to go to a saddler shop for a small snap for a strap, and as he started he noticed a bucket of water sitting near by which he picked up mechanically and carried to the shop and back again, almost forgetting his errand by the operation.  Another man having just received some information from a friend turned to repeat it to a third person, who joined the party.  When he got through the first party asked him where he learned all that and he could not remember to save his neck.  But they are not excited!
We learn that Mr. Sullivan, who is foreman of the Bulletin office, is now seriously ill with what appears to be yellow fever at
Mound City.  Can it be possible that everybody connected with the Bulletin building is infected with the fatal disease?  Our board of health have driven nearly all of them out of town.
The persons who made the threat that they would hang the man who buried Mr. Mulkey, had better look out or they might have a chance to work for the state.  We make this statement at the request of the Chief of Police.

Monday, 16 Sep 1878:
The Man in Black.

A great hub-bub was raised on Commercial Avenue yesterday, when the man in black passed by on his way to bury poor Houston Dickey.  A great deal of unnecessary and some foolish talk was indulged in, some even suggesting that he ought to be hung.  At this moment Mr. Parks came up and explained that the man used the gown and hood, because he had no old suit of clothes to wear, while burying the dead, and he had contracted to do all such work for this community.  Parks stated that if another suit was furnished him he would not appear in that objectionable plight again.  Harman Black immediately donated the needed suit and the man in black will not parade our streets any more.
An Overdose of Chloroform.

This morning Mrs. J. H. Metcalf, who was suffering with a severe attack of neuralgia, attempted to take a little laudanum to ease her pain, and by accident took too much.  Efforts were immediately resorted to counteract the effects of the poison, and Dr. Smith was summoned, who arrived in time to save her life.  She is now fully recovered.  For a few moments her case seemed almost hopeless.
A Valuable Man Gone.

Mr. Charles Pink, express agent of this city, received a dispatch stating that William Willis, Superintendent of the Southern Express Company at Memphis, Tenn., died at 3 o’clock Sunday morning.  He was a prominent man, one of the best expressmen in the country, a valuable officer, whom the Company could illy afford to lose, a brave man, and one whom the people of Memphis honored for his goodness of heart and charitable and benevolent disposition.  What a rich harvest the relentless scourge is reaping!
Houston Dickey, the boy who has been sick on 19th Street, died on Sunday morning of yellow fever contracted in
Kentucky.  The premises were thoroughly disinfected and no one anticipates a spread of the disease from this case.
Mr. Sullivan died at
Mound City Sunday morning of yellow fever contracted at the Cairo Bulletin office.  Dr. Smith, Jr. attended him and his diagnosis of the case was corroborated by Dr. Smith Sr., who was called in consultation.

Tuesday, 17 Sep 1878:

Mr. Johnny Crofton died at the Hospital at 7:50 o’clock last evening of yellow fever, contracted, it is supposed, at the Cairo Bulletin office.

When Nally and Mulkey died, Crofton became alarmed and drank liquor as a preventative of the disease, and the result was that he got on a fearful spree.  He was still under the influence of whiskey when he entered the hospital, and the symptoms in the first stage of the disease were thereby obscured.  In the second stage other disease assumed a typical form, but as it lasted some hours longer than usual, his physician yesterday morning thought there might be a ray of hope for him.  At 1 o’clock yesterday, however, their third stage, with delirium and black vomit set in and poor Johnny sank rapidly to the end.
We noticed the flag on the Hibernian Engine House at half-mast this morning, and as we write the bell is tolling in honor of poor Johnny Crofton.

Died, Minnie Alba, aged four years, daughter of William and Mina Alba, of diphtheria.  Train will leave foot of Eighth Street tomorrow (Thursday) afternoon at 3 o’clock sharp.  All friends and acquaintances are respectfully invited to attend.  Funeral services at the residence on Seventh Street, near Washington Avenue, at 2 o’clock.

(A marker in Cairo City Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads:  Wilhelmina Alba June 7, 1874-Sept. 17, 1878.—Darrel Dexter)

Not a case of yellow fever reported in the city, and no suspicious cases known to exist.
We are requested to state that the rumor that poor Nally’s grave has been desecrated by hogs, is all false.  Chief Arter was out there yesterday to see it, and is now having a fence built around both graves of Nally and Mulkey.

Thursday, 19 Sep 1878:
It is rumored that the clothing that Ike Mulkey wore, was thrown away and not burned.  It is a mistake.  Officers Summerwell and Hurd say they saw them burned.
Mr. Sullivan, the father of the young man who died at
Mound City, is quarantined in the Navy Yard for ten days.  Mr. Sullivan attended his son while sick.
West Garrett, an old Cairoite, was murdered in Blandville last week by a painter.  We did not learn the particulars.
The Bulletin office, the house where Mr. Mulkey died, and other places where sickness of any kind has existed, were opened yesterday for an airing.

Saturday, 24 Sep 1878:
Names of Those Who Have Fallen by the Scourge.

We are indebted to the operator of the Iron Mountain Railroad for the following list of names of those who have died of the yellow fever at that place up to yesterday noon:

Mr. Hendricks and 4 children; Abb Young, wife, mother and 2 children; F. Sampse and 2 children; Herman Berger; Dave Bright; George Donovan, John Millet, Ben Ashworth (shoemaker), Dick Holt, Thomas Dozier, Phillip Beltseer, Louis Monroe, F. Stoner, William Bettes, Ed Mangel and wife, N. L. Nelson and wife, Drs. Prather, Carter, Blanton, and Catlett; Max Hertwick, Mrs. John Witting, Rank Miller and wife, N. P. Harness, T. D. Barnes, William Barnes, Miss Irene Amberg, L. T. Wooten, T. E. Gleason and son, Muff Klingman, Mrs. W. H. Garner, John Seemore, Frank Segirst, wife and 2 children; Lucy Rikert, Mrs. Wahl, W. A. Brevard, W. H. Beasner, W. W. Hancock,. William Buckner, Ben Fortune, telegraph operator; Casper Sohn and 2 children, Frank Gibbs, William Coffee, Charles Kerger, A. Boucho, Fred Runk, O. P. Smith, S. Myers, Gus Davis, Lulu Davis, Henry Smith, Joe Hatton, Willer Burnett.  All the above were white, except the 3 last named.
Miss Ella Robbins, of this city, has been suddenly called to
Evansville, by the dangerous illness of the little daughter of Capt. Charles T. Hinde.  She is scarcely expected to live.
Joseph Carmichael, son-in-law of Capt. Alf. Cutting, of Metropolis, died in St. Louis, on the 16th inst.  He went there on business connected with the shipyard at Metropolis.  It is thought his disease was yellow fever.

(Joseph L. Carmichael married Clara B. Cutting on 19 Jun 1873, in Massac Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)
Col. John Wood left by this afternoon train for
Chicago having been called thither by the following telegram, bearing the sad news of the death of his sister-in-law, Mrs. A. McLeish:
Chicago, Sept. 21.
Col. John Wood:—
“Aunt Lillie died this morning at 4:30 o’clock.  Come Up.
John Wood, Jr.”

(Lilly Young married Andrew McLeish on 25 Dec 1858, in Pope Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)
We learn from the account of the killing of Wesley Garrett by James Hadden, at Blandville, as published in the Ballard County News, that the whole thing was the result of a drunken row.  Garrett appears to have been the aggressor and we doubt if Hadden will be punished for it.

Monday, 23 Sep 1878:
Nally’s Body Said to Have Lain Two Days without Burial in the
Bulletin Building!

Mr. O. L. Edholm, late of this city and Paducah, is now in Omaha, where he was interviewed by a Herald reporter on the 18th inst., from which we make the following extract:

“Business has been entirely suspended, and 2,500 people had left Cairo, whose population is ordinary about 10,000.  There were two deaths on Sunday morning.  There had been deaths in the city from yellow fever several days before its existence was publicly known, but the bodies has been buried at night, and the existence of the fever kept a secret.  The first generally known about the existence of the fever in Cairo, was the death of Mr. Nally, city editor of the Cairo Bulletin.  Mr. Nally’s duties required him to be about the wharf nights, and on the arrival of boats, and it is supposed that he there contracted the disease.  Nally died in the Bulletin office, and his body was left in the building, John Oberly, the proprietor, locking the office and departing from town the next morning with his family.  Two days later the decomposed body of Nally was found in the building, and $75 was paid for its burial.  Great public indignation is felt toward Oberly.  Three employees of the Bulletin have since died from the fever.”

For the information of people in Omaha, we will say that Mr. Oberly’s family had been out of the city for weeks before Mr. Nally died.  His death occurred at 12:30 in the afternoon.  The health officers had taken charge of the building three hours previous, and Mr. Oberly and Bulletin employees left the city on the 9 p.m. train.  Mr. Nally’s body was buried early next morning.  Mr. Nally’s death was known to the whole community in thirty minutes after it occurred, and the authorities would have had him buried the same evening, but could find no one who would undertake the task.
We are sorry to learn that the little daughter of Mr. James Gray, who lives on 26th Street, died of diphtheria at
4 o’clock yesterday morning.  She was about 2 years old.  The funeral took place yesterday afternoon.

Yesterday afternoon Mrs. Mary Bogiano or Boniano, an Italian woman living on 20th street, committed suicide by taking laudanum.  We could not learn the cause of the rash act.  She was buried this evening.

Tuesday, 24 Sep 1878:
The following is a list of the names of those who died at Hickman, Ky., on Saturday and Sunday, last:
J. C. Thomas, William Frenz, Abb Young, G. W. Puckett, T. M. Jones, Joe Miller, William Neal.

Wednesday, 25 Sep 1878:
Capt. Billey Williams Gives Their History.

As nearly as we can remember, the following is the history of the bones mentioned in yesterday’s Sun, as given us by Captain Williams.  He says:  “On a bright beautiful day in October, 1856, three men might have been seen winding their way toward the Mississippi levee.  One carried an umbrella, and the other two each a bottle of whisky.,  One was Mr. Sam R. Hall, who had been educated for a physician.  Another was Mr. Bob Jennings, and the third was the gentleman who is now telling this story.  Having arrived at the levee and taken a drink, Dr. Hall happened to discover at a point where some excavations had been made, a few dry bones.  In an instant his professional eye saw in them a great treasure.  They were human, what was of them, and the remains perhaps, he said, of some of the “aborigines” that once roamed these forest wilds.  Carefully gathering them up, he tossed them into his umbrella, threw it over his shoulder, and the three wended their way back to the city.  To every friend they met, the bones were exhibited as the moral remains of George Washington, Tom Jones, John Smith, an unknown “aborigine” or a beautiful young lady and a long dissertation given by Dr. Hall upon the virtues of the departed, while occupying his tenement of clay.  At its close, the bottles were produced and a health drank by all hands..
They were carried about thus for days, as they never failed to produce the drinks, but finally they were case away in a corner of the saloon that stopped over the spot where they were found last Saturday, and with the memory of old times and faces, recalled by their appearance, Capt. Williams says if it wasn’t for his red ribbon he believes he would go now and take another drink to the memory of the illustrious dead.”

Thursday, 26 Sep 1878:

Mr. W. H. Wilcox, grocer and owner of the Wilcox Block, in this city, died in the Sisters Hospital this morning at 4 o’clock.  The real cause of Mr. Wilcox’s death was excessive fright.  He believed from the time he first took sick that he would die and nothing that doctors or nurses could do would have any effect in pacifying him.  He was at one time a very sick man and to the moment of his death there was not a single yellow fever symptom in his case, except, that the fever ran a course of four days.  Last night that terrible crash of lightning drove him frantic and hastened his death.  His mind was clear except at very short intervals last night, but excessive fright had entirely unstrung his nervous system, and actually caused his death.

Friday, 27 Sep 1878:
Hickman, Ky., Sept.27—Deaths today:  Dr. J. W. Faris, Odis Lutrell, a child of Lewis Person, L. Person, and a child of R. M. Mithery.  Total, 5 deaths and 7 new cases.  Among the new cases are Tom Buck, druggist and Tom Lane of Planters’ Hotel.

Saturday, 28 Sep 1878:
The infant child of Mr. Peter Zimmerman died this morning.  It was teething.  This is the second child Mr. Zimmerman has lost within a year.
The little child of Mrs. Annie Oakley corner 11th and Washington Ave., died last night.  Dr. Gordon who attended the case reports that the child took sick on Thursday.  He was called on Saturday.  It had no high fever after he saw it, but died with convulsions last night.  It did not have diphtheria.
Dr. Faris, President of the Board of Health at Hickman, Ky., who died on Wednesday last, was a relative of Mr. Tom Farrin of this city.  He was a young man not out of his studies yet, but possessed fine talents and energy and bid fair to rise to eminence in his profession.

Tuesday, 1 Oct 1878:
The Jerry Murphy Case.

The air was full of rumors last night and the reporter had a lively time keeping up with them.  It has got so now that when a case of sickness of any kind, from a sore toe to a busted nose, is discovered, every third man you meet will stop you and with a long screed of whys and whereases tell you how he would report it if he was you.  By the time you get a couple of square you don’t know whether you are standing on your heels or head, and you have heard perhaps eight or ten versions of an affair that none of your informants have seen or really heard anything about, and you have lost a valuable half hour.  We devoted last evening to chasing rumors.  Most of them were about the Jerry Murphy case. 

The following is what we learned last evening from Mayor Winter.  Jerry was taken sick Saturday with a bilious attack, complicated by a trouble in his abdomen he has suffered with for years.  Dr. Sullivan attended him.  One of the medicines given was morphine in powders to be given every half hour.  Mrs. Murphy had been drinking a little and concluded if one powder was good three would be better, so she gave him three at once and the patient died ready.  When Dr. Sullivan found his patient in a dying condition he reported to the Major that there was something suspicious about the case, and the reader will no doubt agree that there was.  Afterward one of the little girls told what the mother had done, and the mystery was explained.  While the matter was in doubt Mayor Winter had the place disinfected and a guard placed over the premises.
Wednesday, 2 Oct 1878:
We lost this forenoon in tracing up the facts concerning the Petree case.  After a second visit we found Dr. Sullivan in his office from him learned most of the following facts:

The council of physicians called to decide upon the case of the young girl who died yesterday came to the conclusion that she died of pernicious bilious fever and that it is not contagious.  She threw up black colored vomit, but that he said, they decided did not amount to anything in determining the case.

Mrs. Petrie did not have the same disease as the daughter, and had been sick some time.  Dr. Sullivan says that his opinion is in accordance with the opinion of the other physicians and is in fact formed by theirs.

The locality is known to all the people in Cairo, and we need not describe its condition.  Some of the physicians complain that the health officers have been very negligent in their duty in not cleaning up and thoroughly disinfecting the premises.  Mayor Winter ordered the word down last evening.  The bodies will be buried at the Seven Mile grave yard, and the well members of the family removed from the house.
Miss Petree died yesterday and the mother this morning.  There is no other member of the family sick.
A colored woman named Mary Young, who lived in the upper part of the city, died suddenly night before last of asthma.

Thursday, 3 Oct 1878:
Hickman, Ky., Oct. 2—6 deaths, 10 new cases during the past 24 hours.
Mr. Pollard, a volunteer telegraph operator at Hickman, is reported to be in a critical condition and it is very doubtful if he will recover from the fever.  Unacclimated as he is, his chances are very poor.
Mr. George Roulack fell a victim to the pestilence at Hickman yesterday morning.
Doctor Cook died of the fever at Hickman Ky., yesterday morning.  One more instance of self-sacrifice and devotion.  When, oh when, will this thing cease?
One of the most sorrowful sights that we have been a witness to in Cairo for many a day was the funeral of Mrs. Petrie and daughter yesterday, and many a tear fell from the eyes of those who looked upon the mournful procession.  They were buried at the Seven Mile grave yard but will be removed to their permanent resting places after a while.
The Jerry Murphy Case Again.

We learn today that while our authority was excellent for the statement we made concerning this case at the time it occurred, later developments go to show that our informants were at fault in one or two important particulars.  At the time of his death it was believed that he had been given too large a dose of medicine.  We are told today that Dr. Sullivan afterwards found the powders supposed to have been given him, and that the strange actions of Mrs. Murphy are not attributed to the excitement natural to the occasion, and not to liquor.  Her acquaintances, who ought to know, claim that she was duly sober, and has not been in the habit of drinking.  We desire to report all the facts we can learn about everything, but are anxious not to do injustice to anyone.
We understand the people living in the neighborhood are very much incensed at what we said about the Jerry Murphy case.  Considering what a brave and noble-minded set of people they must be we are very sorry indeed!  When Jerry was dying and it was feared he had yellow fever not one of them would go near the place or lend a hand to help in anyway, and when Mayor Winter sent men there to prepare the body for burial, they threatened to throw rocks at the men for the careless way they circulated about through the neighborhood.  All the Mayor or anyone else could say would not convince them that it was not yellow fever.  Now that their scare is over they are indignant.  If it had been a real case they would all have been out of town no doubt by this time.

Friday, 4 Oct 1878:

At the government works above the city, a laborer named Martin Kinney, who resided in this city, was drowned.  We did not learn the particulars.
Wooster, Ohio, Sept. 27, 1878.
Mr. O. L. Edholm, Omaha, Neb.

Dear Sir:—I learn from the Cairo Sun that you recently said to an Omaha Herald reporter that after Mr. Nally died in the Bulletin office, I “left the building and departed from town” with my family, and that two days later the decomposed body of Nally was found in the building and $75 was paid for its burial.  I do not believe you would intentionally do me injustice, but in this expression you have misstated facts.  During the time Mr. Nally was sick with the fever, from Sunday evening to Thursday afternoon at two o’clock when he died, he occupied my bed in my house.  On Monday I returned home from Springfield and found Nally burning with fever.  He was being waited on—nursed—by Mr. Lou Schuckers, my brother-in-law.  I at once relieved Lou of this duty, and gave Nally his medicine until 2 o’clock that night, when Lou again took his place at Nally’s side.  Tuesday from eleven o’clock until one o’clock Tuesday night I have Nally his medicine; and so on Wednesday.  On Thursday morning I administered to him medicine and rubbed his stomach with liniment.  He died Thursday at two o’clock p.m.  I was in the room several times during the forenoon, being most of the time in search of Dr. Dunning, Dr. Smith desiring a consultation with him.  I was in the room just before and after the priest gave him the sacrament.  I was in the room when the poor fellow died, and after he was dead.  With Mr. Morris I engaged his coffin, and with that gentleman employed a man to prepare the body for the grave and put it in the coffin.  I would have followed the body from the house to the grave, but the authorities informed me that they wanted the funeral private, and that if I had anything to do with the body I would be required to remain quarantined in the house.  I did all I could for Nally.  I nursed him in his sickness and proved for his funeral after death.  You have done me injustice.
Truly yours,
John H. Oberly.
Among the death of yellow fever at Memphis Tuesday we notice with sorrow the names of Capt. Nat. S. Green and wife.
While some school children were crossing the track at Ullin on Wednesday, one of them was run over, but we didn’t learn how badly it was injured.  
Saturday, 5 Oct 1878:
As we go to press we learn that Mrs. Murphy’s sick child died this forenoon.  A white woman went in and laid it out.  From the time the colored nurse stampeded until the child died, there was no nurse in the house.  Mr. J. M. Lansden and Mr. Livingston made inquiry about all the sick in the upper part of the city, and report all families, except Mrs. Murphy, with relatives to nurse them.
Blacksmith Mike Reis on 21 near Commercial Avenue, died yesterday, and was buried by the man who buries all yellow fever patients.  He drove the coffin out on a dray and the Mayor, riding solitary and alone, some fifty yards in the rear, constituted the funeral procession.  His case was put down by public opinion as yellow fever, and no one would go near it.

Mrs. Corcoran living on 21st Street, died at 2 o’clock this morning.  She was a most excellent mother and leaves a family of 8 children to mourn her loss.
Mrs. Murphy, wife of Jerry Murphy, who died lately, and one of her children are sick with the fever that is now prevailing over the district between 13th and 27th streets.  Mrs. Corcoran lived next door to Mrs. Murphy, and died with black vomit.  This fact has frightened the people in that neighborhood, so that not one of them can be found to nurse Mrs. Murphy and her sick child.  The officers at the board of health rooms hunted until midnight to get a nurse for them, and about that hour succeeded, but when Mrs. Corcoran died at
2 o’clock the nurse at Murphy’s stampeded and up to 8 o’clock this morning we believe there was no one there.  Mayor Winter complains bitterly of the difficulty he encounters in getting nurses.  We hope our people will come forward for this duty.  There are but few of the sick needing nurses, but these need them greatly.
Two deaths at Hickman Thursday and no new cases.

Monday, 7 Oct 18178:
A little child of Mr. Beerwart died yesterday, but not of yellow fever.
Rev. Mr. George held services over the remains of Miss Maroa Powers on Sunday.  Mr. George deserves great praise for the manner in which he remains by his people in weal or woe.
We are told today that the history of the importation of the yellow fever into the neighborhood of Twenty-first Street, has been obtained.  The thing has been traced back until it is learned that two days before Jerry Murphy took the fever, he came in the possession of two blankets that he purchased from a steamboat hand.  It has been estimated that no less than eleven cases sprung from these two blankets.  We give the story as we got it.

The following is a list of the deaths that have occurred since Saturday evening:  Miss Nason, 21st Street; Miss Maroa Powers, between 14th and 15th, on Washington; Mr. John Petrie, between 14th and 15th, on Walnut; Mr. Dugan’s child, 20th, between Poplar and Commercial; and a colored man named Coen

Only a few new cases are reported—some of them doubtful.  Later—Miss Kate Healy, 13th, between Washington and Walnut died this afternoon.

Tuesday, 8 Oct 1878:
That the yellow fever has finally taken a hold upon Cairo there is no longer any doubt.

Wednesday, 9 Oct 1878:
The bulletin board at the Board of Health rooms this morning contained the following.

We desire to call particular attention to the fact that this list includes cases of all kinds and they must not be read as yellow fever cases, only a few of them being such.

Bulletin Board, 10 a.m.

            Mrs. Murphy, dead; Mrs. Dugan (new) bad; Mr. Healy, bad; Mr. Dugan, low; Mrs. Healy, better; P. O’Laughlin, worse; Mike Fitzpatrick (new) bad; Drumm and child, better; Miss Snow, better; Mrs. Rice and 2 children, better; Mrs. Stapleton, better; Mr. Magoner and Mrs. Magoner, better; Mrs. Howard, better; Mr. Hambleton (suspicious) better; Mrs. Powers, better.
There were two deaths last night.  Mr. Dugan, at the hospital, and Mrs. Murphy, on 21st Street.
Intelligence was received in this city yesterday of the death of the infant daughter of Mr. and Mrs. E. R. Egnew, which occurred at Butler, Ind., October 6th.  For three weeks the afflicted parents had watched night and day by the side of their only child, born after a fourteen years’ married life, but all that human care or human skill could do was of no avail to save the life which death claimed for his own.  In their bereavement Mr. and Mrs. E. have the heartfelt sympathy of their many friends in this city.

Thursday, 10 Oct 1878:
The following is from the Bulletin Board posted at the Board of Health rooms.  It must be remembered that all kinds of cases are included in the report:

Mrs. Powers, better; Pat O’Laughlin, better.  Mr. Fitzpatrick, dead; Drumm and child, better; Mr. Healy, bad, Miss Snow, better; Mrs. Dugan, better; Mrs. Reiss and child, well; Mrs. Frank, better; Mrs. Manger, better; Mr. Hamlin, suspicious; Mrs. Howard, better; Miss Phillis Howard, sick; Lucy Warren (colored) better; George Hill, better; Mr. Fox, convalescent; Mr. Hudson, better; John McEwen, Jr., suspicious.

Friday, 11 Oct 1878:
The youngest son of Mr. M. Dugan, who was sent to St. Louis on Monday last, after the death of his sister, was taken sick yesterday morning and sent to the City Hospital.  It is supposed he has the yellow fever.

We understand that Old Mr. Healy died last night at the hospital in this city of yellow fever.  This is the only death reported last night.
Bulletin Board.
Noon Today.

Mrs. Powers, better; Pat O’Loughlin, black vomit, bad; Mr. Drumm, worse, child better; Thomas Healy, dead; Miss Healy, better; Miss Snow, better; Mrs. Dugan, better; Mrs. Frank, much better; Mr. Hamlin, black vomit, bad; Mrs. Howard, better; Lucy Warren (colored), better; George Hill, better; Mr. Hudson (col.) better; John McEwen, Jr., suspicious; Phil Howard, suspicious; Dr. Waldo, very sick; Mrs. Magner, convalescent; Miss Phillis Howard, suspicious.
It is said that those who die at the hospital are taken out over the back fence and hurried off to the burying ground back of the levee.

Saturday, 12 Oct 1878:
Bulletin Board
Noon Today

Mrs. Powers, convalescent; P. O’Laughlin, died 12:15 last night; Mr. Drumm, convalescent; Mr. Drumm, child not so well; Miss Snow, better; Mrs. Dugan, better; Dr. Waldo, very sick; Mrs. Frank, same; Mr. Hamlin, black vomit, bad; George Hill, better; Lucy Warren (col.) convalescent; Mrs. Howard, convalescent; Phil Howard, no change; Mr. Hudson (col.) convalescent; John McEwen, Jr. no change; Old Man Heim, suspicious.
Mr. Hill, who is sick, said that it would take all the papers in the United States to kill him.  They all said he was dead.

Monday, 14 Oct 1878:
Bulletin Board.
Noon Today.

New cases, none.  Phil Howard, no change; Miss Phillis Howard, better; Miss Snow, better; Mrs. Dugan, better; John McEwen, Jr., no change; Dr. Waldo, no change; J. J. Balfry’s child, dead; James Cheeney, no change; Mrs. Shurberry, better; Thomas Cook, black vomit, bad; Old Man Heim, better.
Pilots Sam Bowen and Bill Cribbon Dead.

The steamer Mollie Moore passed St. Louis early yesterday morning.  She has had sickness all the way up, and one of her roustabouts is still down with the yellow fever.  Pilots Sam Bowen and Bill Cribbon, both died on the up trip, and George Madison was taken off the H. C. Yeager at Osceola to take her to St. Louis.  He was at the wheel when she passed here, and being asked how he felt, said, “I feel that I’m i-i-in the jaws of d-de-death, and I-I-I’m not comfortable.”  The Yeager and Hard Cash reported all well on board when the Moore met them.
The first case of yellow fever in Cairo was just two months ago Saturday last.  John H. Bloom was admitted to the hospital about eleven o’clock in the day and died next morning at 3 a.m.

Tuesday, 15 Oct 1878:

Having been acquainted with the late Pat O’Laughlin for many years we feel that we cannot let the opportunity pass to pay a tribute to his memory.  He was born in Ireland, but came to this country early in life, settling first in St. Louis.  Thence he moved to Cairo and entered the employ of the Adams Express Company as night watchman in 1866.  From this position he soon rose to day porter and driver, and finally to freight desk, a position he held to the entire satisfaction of his employers for seven years to the day of his death.  He was a man of more than ordinary intelligence, very industrious, gentlemanly always in his bearing toward everyone and a man whose place his employers will find difficulty to fill.  He leaves a wife and five children to mourn his loss.
Bulletin Board.
Noon Today.
New Cases

Robert Hart, 4-years old, black vomit, bad; Mr. Balfry, very sick; Mrs. Balfry, very sick.,
Old Cases

Phil Howard, dead; Miss Phillis Howard, better; Miss Snow, not so well; John McEwen, Jr., better; Dr. Waldo, very low; Mrs. Shurburn, black vomit, bad; Thomas Cook, black vomit, very bad; Old Man Heim, better.

The community was startled this morning by the news of the death of Mr. Phil Howard, which occurred 12:30 o’clock last night.  While it was known that he was quite ill no one thought there was any immediate danger.  His family have the sympathy of many friends in their loss.  He leaves a wife and two daughters, one a young lady, the other about four years old.  From Mr. C. Pink we learn that Mr. Howard was born in Torquay, where he remained until he was of age, and where he learned the butcher trade.  From there he removed to London, Canada.  Then to Detroit, Michigan, then to Galena, Illinois, then to Memphis, Tennessee, and from there to Cairo, during the early part of the war, where he remained until the time of his death.  In youth he was a jovial, wild boy, the most daring rider of all his companions, and he lost but little of his boyish attributes in his riper years.  His life was full of disappointments and losses from fire, etc., but he bore them with surprising cheerfulness, always expressing more concern for the misfortunes of others than for his own.  He was a peculiar man and one whom this community and steamboatmen will miss very much.

Just as we go to press the following in reference to the lamented Phil Howard was handed to us:
Philip Kingwell Howard was born
July 25, 1834, at Torquay, Devonshire, England, and on December 6, 1856, he married Lucy Amelia Paris in London, Canada.  On October 15, 1878, he died, leaving a wife and three children to mourn his loss. 

Wednesday, 16 Oct 1878:
Rumor has it that Miss Maroa Powers, who died of yellow fever stated very positively her belief that she caught the disease from the little child of Mr. Stapleton that also died with it.  Miss Powers claimed that the child rode in the wagon, which had been used to bury the yellow fever dead, and in that way contracted the disease.  If this rumor is correct another mystery is cleared up, and it would go far to prove the value of strict quarantine regulations.
Gossip says that the Howard family took the fever from the captain of the Hard Cash, who, being an old friend of Mr. Phil Howard, took dinner at his house.  It will be remembered that the Hard Cash was the first boat to land from the north after the quarantine was raised.  She had passed up the river a few days previous but was not allowed to go above quarantine at St. Louis.  Coming back, she was in the nick of time to enter the harbor unrestricted.  If this idea is correct, perhaps more of the fever can be traced to the same source.
Bulletin Board
Noon Today
New Cases:

Mr. R. Hewitt, suspicious; Mrs. R. Hewitt, very sick; Murry (boy 10 years old) suspicious; Murray (boy 7 years old) suspicious.
Old Cases:

Mr. Balfry, bad; Mrs. Balfry, very sick, Miss Phillis Howard, better; Mrs. Howard, better; Miss Snow, better; James Cheney, better John McEwen, Jr., worse; Dr. Waldo, very low; Mrs. Shurburn, dead; Thomas Cook, dead.
Mrs. Shurburn, who nursed the Murphy family, died last night at the hospital.

Thursday, 17 Oct 1878:
Mr. Petrie says there is positively no truth in the story that his family caught the fever from the carpets that they had purchased from steamboats.  No carpets were bought from anybody and Mr. Petrie has no idea how the fever was caught.
Death List.

The following is a list of deaths up to date from the time the fever first made its appearance this season:

John Bloom, Thomas Nally, Mr. Clark, John Crofton, Ike Mulkey, Jerry Murphy, Mr. Reice, Mrs. Murphy, Dick Nason, Miss Nason, child, Mr. Dugan, Thomas Healy, Mrs. Corcoran, Miss M. Powers, Bridget Dugan, Miss K. Healy, Mrs. Petrie, Miss Petrie, John Petrie, Mr. Fitzpatrick, Pat O’Loughlin, Houston Dickey, Stapleton’s child, W. H. Wilcox, John Oakley, child; William Hamlin, J. J. Balfrey, child; Phil Howard, Robert Hart, boy, Mrs. Shurburn, Thomas Cook, John McEwen.

If anyone knows of deaths from yellow fever not reported above we would be glad to have them sent in.,
Bulletin Board
Noon Today.
New Cases:

Tim Conners, bad; Mary Conners, bad; Hewett, 8 year-old girl, bad.
Old Cases:

Mr. Balfrey, bad; Mrs. Balfry, very bad; Miss Phillis Howard, convalescent; Mrs. Howard, convalescent; Miss Snow, better; John McEwen, Jr., dead; Dr. Waldo, very bad; James Cheney, better; Mr. R. Hewitt, better; Mrs. R. Hewitt, very bad; Murrey (boy 10 years old) very bad; Murrey (boy 7 years old) better.
There have been 32 deaths from supposed yellow fever.  See their names in another place.
Mr. John McEwen, whose smiling face we saw every time we went to the Post office, is no more; he died of yellow fever last night.  May his soul rest in peace.

Friday, 18 Oct 1878:
We learn with regret that Walter Guion, well known in this city and a brother-in-law of the Smith Brothers on Poplar and 13th streets, died at Milan, Tennessee, of yellow fever, at 2 a.m., Oct. 15.  His family is at Milan.
Bulletin Board
Noon Today
Old Cases:

Mr. Balfry, bad; Mrs. Balfry, very bad; Miss Snow, convalescent; Dr. Waldo, dead; James Cheney, convalescent; Mr. R. Hewitt, very sick; Mrs. Hewitt, very bad; Hewett, 8 year-old girl, bad; Murrey (boy 10 years old) very bad; Murrey (boy 7 years old) better; Tim Conners, bad; Mary Conners, bad.
New Cases.

Anthony McTigue, suspicious; Rebecca Perry, suspicious; John Warren, very bad.

At 6:15 a.m. today, Dr. R. Waldo, Assistant Surgeon United States Marine Hospital Service, in charge of the Marine Hospital, at Cairo, of yellow fever.  No more painful duty has ever fallen to our lot than the announcement of this death.  We look upon it as a public calamity, while the service has lost one of its brightest and most promising members.  He came to this community a stranger a little over 18 months ago, and by his consistent, straight forward honest life won the love and admiration not only of all river men who came within the limits of his acquaintance, but of our entire community, and his local practice outside the service had grown to such an extent at the time of his death that he could scarcely attend all the calls made upon him.  Had he lived through this epidemic it would have grown to still greater proportions.  The course he pursued in regard to the fever since it made its appearance here was uniform and truthful, and this alone did more than all else to draw the hearts of the people to him.  Although he was a northern man, unacclimated and fully conscious of the danger that surrounded his every step, he fearlessly answered all calls at all hours of the night or day, and caught the deadly fever from some of his patients, no doubt, as many of the most malignant causes fell to his lot.

He was in the prime of life about 33 years of age, we believe, and leaves wife and three children to mourn his loss.  About the time the fever broke out here he took out a policy upon his life for $3,000 with Mr. C. N. Hughes’ agency, No. 68 Ohio Levee.

The following reprint from the Sun of Sept. 13:

“Dr. R. Waldo, Surgeon in charge of the United States Marine Hospital at this port was a graduate of the National Medical College of the Columbian University at Washington City.  He studied six years, taking five courses of lectures of five months each, lasting from the first of October until the first March.  Four years of his student life were spent among the hospitals of Washington City, and since leaving college, nearly four years ago, he has a steady practice.  We have gained permission of Surgeon Waldo to publish the above for the information of river men, who are necessarily interested.  Few physicians can show a better record.  Few, indeed, undergo so extended a preparatory course of study, and none ever graduated from a more honorable institution that the Columbian University.  It is over a half century old and possesses an honorable record.  It is no negro school and no colored man ever graduated there.  Further, for the information of steamboatmen, we desire to say that the Marine Hospital Service is entirely nonpolitical.  Applicants for admission are subjected to a very rigid competitive examination that few are able to bear, and the least taint of political influence to secure admission, or mixing in politics after admission, is sufficient cause for dismissal from the service.”
Mr. Joe Smith tells us that Miss Powers did not know she had yellow fever and could not have claimed that she got the fever from the Stapleton child.
We are told that we were in error when we stated that the Captain of the Hard Cash took dinner at Mr. Phil Howard’s residence.  It was the captain of the Sam J. Tilden, a little boat that came up here from the South with cotton, and laid in supplies here.  Whether it was from this course or not that the fever was taken is an open question.
Mr. Howard had a $500 paid up policy upon his life in the Mutual Benefit Life Insurance Company, of Newark, New Jersey.  He held a large policy in this company, but some time since gave it up, and the company gave him a paid up policy for the amount he had paid in premiums with some little advance, amounting as above stated to $500.  We learn the above from William H. Morris, who is agent for this company.
The children of the Balfry family have been placed with the Sisters at the hospital.

Saturday, 19 Oct 1878:
We learn from persons who have received letters from St. Louis that Mrs. Thomas Foley and the child of Mr. Dugan, both of whom went to St. Louis, after the death of Mr. Dugan, took the fever and are now in the hospital there.  The child is doing well, but Mrs. Foley was not so well at last accounts.
Mrs. Hyland, who died some time ago left three little children.  They are destitute and have not enough clothing to keep them warm.  Some steps ought to be taken in their behalf.  Mrs. Koehler has been supporting them for some time but he says eh can’t afford to do it always.  If anyone has anything to give leave it with Mr. Koehler and the children will get it.
Bulletin Board.
Old Cases:

Mr. Balfry, bad; Mrs. Balfry, dead; Miss Snow, convalescent; James Cheney, convalescent; Mr. R. Hewitt, very sick, Mrs. Hewitt, very bad; Hewett, 8 year-old girl, better; Tim Conners, dead; Mary Conners, bad; Anthony McTigue, bad; Rebecca Perry, better; John Warren, very bad.
New Cases

Mrs. W. H. Stoner; Belle Thomas.
Mr. George S. Fisher did a noble part by the lamented Dr. Waldo during his sickness, remaining constantly at his side through it all, and superintending the funeral and burial.  Rev. Mr. George was present at the funeral, performing the last rites over the honored remains and following them to the grave, at Seven Mile burying ground.  The spot is nicely chosen and marked so that the remains can be removed at anytime.  Mr. Fisher, by his faithfulness, has won the gratitude of every friend of the lamented Waldo, and deserves unlimited praise.
Mrs. Balfray died of yellow fever last night at her residence on Poplar between 11th and 12 streets.
Little Tim Conners died of yellow fever at the residence of his parents on 14th street between Washington Avenue and Walnut Street.

At Caney Creek, near Morely, Mo., on Tuesday, October 15, 1878, of typhoid pneumonia, Mr. Henry R. Stewart, aged 33 years.  The deceased was a brother of Mr. James W. Stewart of this city.
The late John McEwen, Jr., was well known in Paducah.  His numerous friends mourn his loss.

We neglected to mention the death of Mrs. John Hyland, of consumption, which occurred at the hospital several days ago.
There are now twelve graves on the outside of the Mississippi levee.
Dr. Waldo was the last yellow fever patient in the hospital.
Mrs. Dr. McCabe died near Pulaski night before last.
Mr. and Mrs. James Ralston, of Memphis, died of the fever at Raleigh on the 14th.  Four or five of his children are still sick with it.  Our steamboat men here knew Mr. Ralston well, as he has been boiler inspector for several years.  He was a noble fellow whom everybody liked and many hearts will sorrow at his loss.
Reference to the death of Mr. Phil K. Howard is made in very sympathetic terms by the Carbondale Free Press and other country papers in Southern Illinois; not a word of which is amiss.

Anthony McTigue, the oldest drayman in Cairo, died last night at the hospital of yellow fever.
John Warren (colored) died at this residence on 20th Street last night of yellow fever.

(A marker in Calvary Cemetery in Villa Ridge reads:  Anthony McTigue, Native of the Parish of Kong, County of Mayo, Ireland, Died Oct. 21, 1878, Aged 69 Years.—Darrel Dexter)
Bulletin Board.
Old Cases:

Mr. Balfry, better; Miss Snow, convalescent; James Cheney, convalescent; Mr. R. Hewitt, very sick, Mrs. Hewitt, very bad; Hewett, 8 year-old girl, better; Master Murray, 10 year old boy, better; Master Murray, 7-year-old body, better; Mary Conners, bad; Anthony McTigue, very low; Rebecca Perry, better; John Warren, very bad; Mrs. W. H. Stoner, very sick; Belle Thomas, better.
New Cases:

Mrs. Jim Powers, very sick; Mrs. Jim Powers’ little daughter, very sick.
Bulletin Board

Mr. Balfry, convalescent; Robert Hewett, very sick, Mrs. Hewitt, very sick; Miss Hewett, better; Mary Conners, better; Anthony McTigue, dead; Rebecca Perry, (colored) better; John Warren, (colored) dead; Mrs. W. H. Stoner, very sick; Belle Thomas, (colored) very sick; Mrs. James Powers, very sick; Miss Powers, very sick.
New Case:

Sarah Thomas, very sick.
We are told last evening by one who knows that Mr. John Hyland, husband of Mrs. Hyland, who died at the hospital the other day of consumption, is a prosperous butcher in Los Angeles, California.  His children, three or four in number, are dependent upon the charity of people here for food and clothing.  They are Catholics and would be provided for by the church if they were orphans, but as we understand it the church cannot assume the support of the children who have a parents or friends able to provide for them.  We hope for the children’s sake, that if this paragraph should meet the father’s eyes, he will lose no time in taking them to him or making provision for them.
One death at the hospital early this morning.
Mr. G. M. Dalton who was watchman on that ill-fated Chambers died of yellow fever at Vicksburg.
R. Dunning went up to the hospital to see Mr. Anthony McTigue.  He looked all through the wards, but could not find him.  When the sisters learned who he wanted to see, he was informed that Anthony was dead.

Tuesday, 22 Oct 1878:
Mrs. Annie Davis who died of black vomit yesterday has been sick four days but was supposed to have nothing but chills and fever.
Bulletin Board
Old Cases:

Mr. Balfry, better, convalescent; Belle Thomas, better, convalescent; Mr. R. Hewitt, improving; Mr. Hewitt, improving; Hewett, 8-year-old girl, improving; Mrs. W.  H. Stoner, very sick; Mrs. James Powers, better, Miss Powers, better; Mary Conners, worse.
New Cases:

Mary Ann Sampson, suspicious

Mrs. Annie Davis, black vomit, 21st Street.
Letter from Dr. Nowotny
Beech Ridge, Oct. 21, 1878
Editor Sun:—

It is right and proper that an account of all deaths of Cairo citizens from yellow fever (though not dying in Cairo) should be kept.  A week ago today (Oct. 14) I was called to see the wife and child of Mr. Cook, who came with his family from Cairo a few days before.  Found them at the farm of Henry McCabe, 2 miles from Pulaski, in Pulaski County.  Cases looked suspicious; child died next morning and Mrs. Cook the day after.  The cases appeared to be malignant form of bilious remittent, but the fact that the family was from then infected district in Cairo, and Thomas Cook, a son, dying in Cairo of pronounced yellow fever, coupled with the circumstances of death, makes me incline to the opinion that the disease was yellow fever.
Dr. J. I. Nowotney, Beech Ridge.

Wednesday, 23 Oct 1878:

We learn with regret that Fred and Fuller Guion, children of Mr. Guion at Milan, have died with the fatal fever that carried away their father a few days ago.  Fred died yesterday and Fuller this morning.  We deeply sympathize with the family and their friends.  Mrs. Guion and the two remaining children are down and note expected to live.  In the telegram to the Smith brothers announcing the above facts, Mr. A. Duffy, well known here states that Mrs. Duffy, is also down with the fever.  We hope she may recover.  The Smith Brothers are grocers, corner 13th and Polar streets, this city.
Bulletin Board
Old Cases:

Mr. R. Hewitt, improving, Mrs. Hewitt, improving, Hewett, 8 year-old girl, improving; Mrs. W. H. Stoner, better, Mrs. James Powers, better; Miss Powers, better; Mary Conners, convalescent; Mary Ann Sampson, sick.

Thursday, 24 Oct 1878:
Cases of Fever in Cairo Since August 8th
Ed. Cairo Sun:

Having nothing to do last night I caught together two officials who ought to know better than all the balance of Cairo and ascertained from them, after considerable figuring, that there have been in Cairo since its introduction up to noon of the 23rd instant, 70 cases and 41 deaths from yellow fever.  Name and date of first case, Martin Altham (refugee), August 8, 1878; name and date of last case, Mary Ann Sampson, October 21, 1878.  Both were sent to the hospital.  The first died there; the last still there.  There were included in the death list, 38 residents of Cairo and 3 refugees or nonresidents.  In the 70 cases I include all “malignant, malarial, hemorrhagic, aggravated and pernicious bilious fevers.  Whenever it is necessary to give a list of the 70 call on.
U. R. Epidemic
Died. Near Cobden, Ill. Oct. 24, 1878, of membranous croup, Gertrude Elizabeth, daughter of Hon. D. J. and Elizabeth S. Baker, aged 3 years 1 month, and 17 days.  The bereaved parents have the sympathy of the entire community.  In the loss of this bright-eyed little darling “earth has one angel less, heaven has one more.”

(The 26 Oct 1878, Jonesboro Gazette reported that Gertie Baker, daughter of Judge Baker, of Cairo, died of croup at the residence of E. D. Lawrence, in Cobden, on  Wednesday, 23 Oct 1878.—Darrel Dexter)
Bulletin Board
Old Cases:

Mr. R. Hewitt, improving, Mrs. Hewitt, convalescent, Hewett, 8 year-old girl, convalescing; Mary Conners, convalescent; Mrs. W. H. Stoner, very sick; Mrs. James Powers, better; Miss Powers, better; Mary Ann Sampson, convalescing.
New Cases:

Mrs. Clara Keno, very sick.
Mr. Balfrey and Mrs. Sampson were removed from the hospital yesterday.

Friday, 25 Oct 1878:
Bulletin Board
Old Cases:

            Mr. R. Hewitt, better; Mrs. Hewitt, better; Hewett, 8 year old girl, convalescing; Mary Conners, convalescent; Mrs. W. H. Stoner, bad; Mrs. James Powers, better; Miss Powers, better; Mary Ann Sampson, bad; Miss Clara Keno, dead.
New Cases:

Mrs. R. Nason, bad; John Kehoe, very sick,

At Richmond, Indiana, Oct. 23d, Edward Haythorn, after a severe illness of six months, in the 68th years of his age.

At Cobden, Illinois, on Thursday, the 24th day of October, 1878, of membranous croup, Gertrude Elizabeth, aged 3 years, daughter of David J. and Elizabeth S. Baker, of Cairo. 
(Chicago, St. Louis and Alton papers, please copy.)
Miss Clara Keno died last night of yellow fever at the hospital.  She was but 16 years of age.
The little boy that died up town, Mr. McCabe’s child, we believe, did not die of yellow fever.  He has been sick for several months.
Mr. Haythorn, whose death is noticed in another column was the venerable father of Mr. Oscar and Will Haythorn of this city.  We extend them our sympathy in their sorrow.

Saturday, 26 Oct 1878:
Bulletin Board
Old Cases:

Mr. R. Hewitt, convalescent; Mrs. Hewitt, convalescent; Hewett, 8 year old girl, convalescing; Mary Conners, convalescent;  Mrs. James Powers, convalescent; Miss Powers, convalescent; Mary Ann Sampson, sinking; John Kehoe, very sick.
New Cases:

Ambrose Pyatt (Bulletin disease) sick.

Mrs. R. Nason, 12 o’clock last night; Mrs. W. H. Stoner, 5 a.m. today.

(The deaths may be the same people as Hanora Geary who married Richard Nason on 2 Feb 1860, in Alexander Co., Ill., and Louisiana Hardy who married William H. Stoner on 7 Jan 1876, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)

Monday, 28 Oct 1878:

At Milan, Tenn., at 12 o’clock Sunday night, October 27, Mrs. Emma Duffy, wife of Mr. A. Duffy, of yellow fever.

(Emma Smith married Anthony Duffy on 29 Dec 1861, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)

Mr. John Kehoe at the hospital yesterday.  He was a member of the Ancient Order of Hibernians and buried by that order.  When cold weather comes, his remains will be reinterred with proper honors.  The flag at the Hibernian engine house was at half-mast in honor to him yesterday.
A dispatch bearing the sad intelligence of the death of Mrs. A. Duffy, also states that Mrs. Guion is better.  The children of Mrs. Guion are also better.  We deeply sympathize with these people.  Mrs. Guion lost her husband and two sons with the fever as already stated, and on last Friday her life was despaired of.  We rejoice to know she is better.
Bulletin Board.
12 m. Sunday
Old Cases:

Mr. R. Hewitt, convalescent; Mrs. Hewitt, convalescent; John Kehoe, very bad; Ambrose Pyatt (Bulletin disease) better.

Mary Ann Sampson, dead 2 o’clock a.m. yesterday.
New Cases:

The following are the cases reported at the Health Office up to noon today
Old Cases:

Ambrose Pyatt, better

John Kehoe, 3 p.m. yesterday
Mrs. Kuykendall who died in this city Saturday did not die of yellow fever.
Mr. Kehoe was the only person who contracted yellow fever at the hospital.
Mrs. Mary Ann Sampson, who took sick in the house opposite the customhouse, but was removed to the hospital, died at the place Sunday morning at 2 a.m. of yellow fever. 
Wednesday, 30 Oct 1878:
John Hooper, of this city, who took the yellow fever at Anna, died of black vomit the papers say.

Thursday, 31 Oct 1878:
A son of Mr. Tom Meehan was removed from his home to the hospital yesterday.  His case was pronounced yellow fever.

Friday, 1 Nov 1878:
Resolutions of Respect

Died, in Anna, Ill., October 29, 1878, John Hooper, Vice President of the Coopers’ Union, No. 9, of Illinois.

At a regular meeting of the Coopers’ Union, No. 9, of Illinois, the following preamble and resolutions were adopted:

Whereas, It has pleased the most high God to remove from us, by death, our beloved brother John Hooper.

Resolved, That in his death the Coopers’ Union, No. 9, of Illinois have lost a true and faithful member.

Revolved, That we tender our sympathy to the family of our deceased brother in this the hour of their affliction, and for consolation we would direct them to him who alone can give consolation.

Resolved, That we drape our charter in mourning for thirty days as a token of respect to our late brother.

Resolved, That a copy of these resolutions be published in the daily appears and a copy of said papers be sent to the family of our late Brother.

John Stanton, James Watt, Thomas O’Connor, T. J. Roberts, A. Armstrong, Committee

Saturday, 2 Nov 1878:
Not Dead.

Officer Ralston of Memphis reported dead is alive and well.  He had a terrible tussle with the fever and recovered.  He lost his wife and eldest son with the fever at Raleigh.
Dr. Waldo

(As a matter of interest to all our readers and to the friends of the late Dr. Waldo, we copy the following obituary notice which appeared in the Chicago Tribune of October 19th.)

“Among the many who have laid down their lives in contributing to the relief of suffering humanity since the dread yellow fever pestilence made its appearance in the Mississippi Valley, few deserve more honorable mention, and no one has died more like a hero in the forefront of the battle than Dr. Roswell Waldo, U.S. Surgeon of the Marine Hospital Service, stationed at Cairo, Ill., whose death occurred in that city at 6:15 a.m. yesterday.  Receiving a diploma after six years of study and five courses of lectures in the Untied States Medical College of Columbian University, at Washington, D.C., for years of which time was spent in the hospitals of that city, he entered upon the practice of medicine well qualified for the duties of his profession.  So successful was his practice that about two years ago he was employed by the Untied States Government to take charge of the Marine Hospital at Cairo.  He discharged the duties of the position with satisfaction to the government, and with success among the afflicted.  When the yellow fever appeared in Cairo two months ago, he sent his family to a place of safety in the country, and declared his intention to fight the disease withal the ability, skill and patience he possessed, and, if necessary, to die at his post.  Constant at all times at the hospital or in the city, wherever the sick and dying were to be found, by night and by day, the stricken were cheered by his presence and comforted by his words.  He never hesitated, even when others of his profession refused and until stricken down he was honest, fearless and conscientious, not only in caring for his patients, but in announcing the presence of the yellow demon and warning the living of the danger.  He was taken down Friday the 11th inst., and had the constant care of brother physicians of that city, the devoted Sisters of Mercy at the hospital, and an experience yellow fever nurse from New Orleans, but all in vain.  He died at his post and the city of Cairo is in tears.  He was a true Christian, a brave man, a successful physician, a devoted father and a good citizen whose memory will be green in the hearts of those who knew him as long as life shall last, while his family will receive the sympathy, and we trust the care of a generous and charitable people.”
We regret to learn that Mrs. Charles Thrupp met with a serious and possibly fatal accident while on the way to the train to come home.  She was in a wagon and while the wagon was passing under the branches of a tree, she learned forward on a box, sitting in front of her, to avoid it, and was badly crushed before the horse could be stopped.  She was brought to the station and home and was at once placed under the care of Dr. W. R. Smith.  Her very many friends are very anxious about her condition.

Monday, 4 Nov 1878:
Dead and Sick.

We have been told that two or three persons have died in this city within the last, forty-eight hours.  A little girl of Mrs. Anthony, the baker on Washington Avenue, died this forenoon, and another is said to be very sick.  Dr. Gordon informed the editor of the Sun this morning that he has five bad cases of fever.  We hear that all these cases are among those who have been here all the time.
Leon Peterson.

Last Saturday night at the hospital in this city Leon Peterson, a native of Denmark, died and was buried at Seven Mile Grave yard Sunday at noon.  He had for years been a resident among us and was known as a peaceable man, who tried had to live honestly in spite of the fact that he was paralyzed in both hands and feet.  He was a schoolmate of the late Louis Jorgenson and was thoroughly educated, but owing to his misfortune he was compelled to depend for substance upon whatever sympathizing friends gave him to do.  I desire to sincerely thank his benefactors in his hour of need, especially those who were instrumental in placing him in the hospital and contributed to defray the expenses of the funeral.
C. Duerschner
Cairo, Ill.,
Nov. 5, 1878
Henry Nimmo, son of Sheriff Nimmo of Union County, Illinois, died at Jonesboro Sunday morning from an injury received from being thrown from a horse.  His age was about twenty-five years and he was an estimable young man.
The Fever

We learn from Mayor Winter that the health outlook this morning is 100 percent better than it was yesterday morning.  The Anthony child, on Washington Avenue, and Miss Sweeney, on 19th Street, are quite sick.  Mahoney and Meehan, at the hospital, are getting well.  Miss Sullivan died last night.  This is positively all who are believed to have the fever.  There are no new cases, and proper care is being taken of the cases on hand.  There should be no alarm or uneasiness.  The frost killed the fever outdoors, no doubt.

Wednesday, 6 Nov 1878:
Two brothers, Benjamin and William Sawyer, at Decatur, Ill., had a difficulty on Monday morning in which William shot his brother and then shot himself.  The latter is dead, the former dangerously wounded.  An old business trouble.
A dozen citizens of Cairo were standing in the office of the Tremont Hotel in Chicago two or three weeks ago one morning after roll call to get some news from Cairo, when Mr. Newton Kent came in with a dispatch which simply stated that “Phil Howard died at 3:15 this morning.”  It was so unexpected, that it shocked our little circle more than any news we had heard during our stay, and there was many a sigh breathed in memory of the jolly-hearted and generous Phil and sympathy manifested for his stricken and bereaved wife and daughters.

Bryan Shannessy, Esq., aged 73 years, died at his residence in this city yesterday morning.  He was one of our oldest and most honorable inhabitants.  The editor of the Bulletin who has known him 30 years says:

“‘Squire Shannessy had been a resident of the State of Illinois for a period of over forty-two years, over forty years of which time he lived in Cairo.  Hence, at the time of his death he was indeed and in verity, “the oldest inhabitant.”  During that long period of time he had served the people in different capacities, having filled the offices of justice of the peace, county commissioner, overseer of the poor, alderman, postmaster and police magistrate; and if in any man lives who can say that, in an official capacity, ‘Squire Shannessy wronged him out of one dollar or one cent, we have no personal knowledge of that man and never heard of him.

Few citizens of Cairo are more widely known than ‘Squire Shannessy, most especially among the old residents of Southern Illinois, Southeast Missouri and Western Kentucky.  Everywhere in those sections of the country the intelligence of his death will be received with evidences of sorrow, for wherever you find an acquaintance of the old man you will be very apt to find a friend.”

The funeral services were held at the residence of today and the remains taken to Villa Ridge of burial on a special train at 2 ½ o’clock this afternoon.

(A marker in Cairo City Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads:  Bryan Shannessy  Born Jan. 15, 1806, Died Nov. 4, 1878.  The 16 Nov 1878, Jonesboro Gazette reported that Bryan Shannessy, the first settler in Cairo, died at Cairo on 5 Nov 1878.—Darrel Dexter)
Saturday, 9 Nov 1878:

November 8th, 1878, at the residence of her mother, on Cedar Street, Virginia Caroline Bouchet, niece of F. Vincent.  Born June 4th, 1856, in Yazoo City, Miss.  Funeral services were held at the Presbyterian Church at 2 p.m. today, and a special train with the remains went to Villa Ridge for their interment this afternoon.
We have obtained the names of 52 persons who have died of yellow fever, but as the list is not quite complete, we will not publish it until we get it full and complete.

(In a subsequent issue the editor decided not to publish the complete list of those who died in Cairo of yellow fever, as it might offend some parties.—Darrel Dexter)
Tuesday, 12 Nov 1878:

John Hart, an old and respected citizen of this city, died at his residence on 21st Street last evening after an illness of some months.  Mr. Hart leaves a wife and four children who have the sympathy of our people in their affliction.  The funeral will take place tomorrow afternoon from St. Patrick’s Church and the remains will be taken to Villa Ridge by special train for interment.
A Terrible Affray.

At a little before 8 o’clock last night officers Cain and Axley attempted to arrest a man for disorderly conduct, near the corner of 4th Street and the Levee, and he showed fight, and in the melee officer Cain was thrown down and the fellow commenced beating him, when Axley attacked him with his club, but despite both, he got loose and started to run, when officer George Wilson coming up, commanded him to stop, but instead of obeying him, he went at Wilson with a knife, making a slash across his left arm, and attempting another cut, Wilson shot him, the ball entering the abdomen below and to the left of the navel.  he then surrendered and was taken to the hospital, and is thought to be dangerously wounded.  We give the story as we heard it.  No blame attaches to Officer Wilson.  The name of the man shot we did not learn.
Merrit Bullett, a colored man employed at the I. C. R. R. stockyards, was most terribly gored by a Texas steer yesterday afternoon.  It appears that he was engaged in driving some cattle from one pen to another, using a long pole as a goad, when one of them turned and made a lunge at him, but instead of striking him with his horns, he came with great force against the pole and drove it into the fellow’s abdomen almost disemboweling him.  The man is in a critical condition, his life being almost despaired of.

Wednesday, 13 Nov 1878:
Hon. Sam Buckmaster, a prominent Democratic politician of Alton, Ill., died in that city on Monday evening.

The man shot by officer Wilson on Monday night died last night, and an inquest was held this morning.  We hoped to get the verdict before going to press.

Thursday, 14 Nov 1878:
Died—We regret to learn that Miss Mary Sweeney, who took sick about three weeks ago, died today, just before noon.
There ought to be a fence around the graves of those who died of yellow fever at his place. 
Friday, 22 Nov 1878:
Burned to Death.

We regret to record that at the fire on the corner of 12th and Walnut just before noon, in the residence of John Gladney, a little colored child about 2 years of age was burned to death.  How the fire originated we have not heard.  But little damage was done to the house.  The firemen were promptly on hand, and when the house was reached a woman was trying to extinguish the flames of the bed on which the child lay.

Saturday, 23 Nov 1878:

It is now in order for our citizens to take steps towards securing means for the erection of a monument in this city to the memory of Dr. Waldo, or the presentation of some testimonial to his family.  He was as brave a man as Lieut. Benner, and died at the post of duty.  Let there by no delay in this matter.  Who will be the first man to second the suggestion of the Sun?
Friday, 29 Nov 1878:
Death of Mr. P. O’Loughlin

Whereas, It has pleased Almighty God to number among the victims of the terrible epidemic that so scourged our people, our respected and beloved Secretary, P. O’Loughlin, who departed this life on the 12th day of October 1878, and,

Whereas, We deem it fit and in accordance with the usages of our company, to commemorate the worthy of our brother, alike as a fireman and citizen, therefore

Resolved, That in the death of our brother, P. O’Loughlin, the Hibernian Fire Company has lost a most faithful and efficient officer, and an active and willing co-worker in all the laudable aims of his company.  And be it further

Resolved, That in view of their grievous and irreparable loss, this company tenders to the widow and orphan children of the diseased this sincere expression of their condolence and sympathy; and

Resolved Finally, that as a further testimony of our bereavement, we devote a page of our journal to the memory of our deceased brother, drape our hall in mourning, and, causing the publication of these resolutions, in the Sun and other Cairo papers, deliver a copy of the same to the afflicted family.
John Clancy,
Thomas Keane,
T. Gorman, Committee
Death of Mr. John Crofton

Whereas, It has pleased the Almighty to number among the victims of yellow fever, that so heavily scourged our city and country, our respected and beloved brother John Crofton, who departed this life on the 15th day of September last, therefore,

Resolved, That in the death of our brother Crofton the Hibernian Fire Company has lost one of its most active, energetic and faithful members, and the community a moral, upright young man, before whom there was promise of a long life of usefulness and honor.

Resolved, That we sincerely sympathize with the bereaved relative of the deceased; and that, as a further testimonial of our regret and sympathy, we devote a page or our Journal to the memory of our deceased brother; cause these resolutions to be published in the Sun and other Cairo papers, and deliver a copy of the same to our deceased brother’s mourning relative’s
Thomas Keane,
T. Gorman,
John Clancy, Committee 


Radical Republican

Friday, 24 May 1878:

Col. John S. Hacker, one of Southern Illinois’ pioneers, died at Anna, Ill., on Saturday, and was buried Monday. Col. Hacker, in his earlier days, was State Senator several times in succession, and a soldier in the war with Mexico. He leaves many relatives and friends who mourn the loss of a good citizen, a patriot, and an honest man.


From the Cairo Evening Sun, May 18.

Mr. Leo Kleb’s little son Leo, about ten o’clock this forenoon, fell into a tub of hot water, scalding his body from the waist to the knees, so that before his clothes could be removed, nearly every particle of skin was so blistered that it came off..  Dr. Dunning was called, and is doing all he can for the little sufferer. He is dangerously burned, and all who know Mr. and Mrs. Kleb, as well as the bright little boy, will sympathize with them most heartily in their sad misfortune.

DEAD.—We are very sorry to record the fact that Mr. and Mrs. Kleb’s little son Leo, who was reported in our columns on Saturday, as being so badly scalded, died about eleven o’clock last night. The funeral was attended this afternoon at
2 o’clock by a large number of friends, who went with the remains by special train to Villa Ridge, where all that was mortal of the bright-faced little boy was laid away to rest. The family has the sincere sympathy of all our people.  Touching and impressive religious services were held at the residence and at the cemetery, by Rev. Mr. Duerschner, of the German Lutheran church.—Sun., May 20 (Cairo Evening Sun).

(A marker in Cairo City Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads:  Leo Kleb born April 4, 1875, died May 18, 1878.—Darrel Dexter)

Friday, 13 Dec 1878:

We learn that three colored men who lived at Columbus, Ky., when at home, were drowned yesterday morning while the Gold Dust was at our wharf. It appears that five men were inside the wheelhouse turning the wheel for the carpenter, when by some accident they were all thrown into the river. Two were rescued, but the others were drowned. We did not learn the names, and give the item as we got it.

The bodies of some who died of yellow fever last summer South are being transported North; and as soon as the weather gets cold enough, the remains of several of our people who died of fever, will be taken up and carried to Villa ridge.

We regret to learn of the death of Mrs. J. B. Kelly, formerly of the Planter’s House in this city. She died in Cincinnati on Thanksgiving Day. Mr. Kelly has the sincere sympathy of all who knew him. 

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