Obituaries and Death Notices
The Cairo Daily Bulletin
3 Jan 1882 - 31 Dec 1882
The Weekly Cairo Bulletin
17 Apr 1882
Cairo, Alexander County, Illinois
Transcribed and annotated by Darrel Dexter
Tuesday, 3 Jan 1882:
Died, at 10 o’clock last
night, at his residence on south side of Eleventh Street, between Walnut and
Cedar streets, Anthony Smith. Funeral starts at 2 p.m. today from
residence for St. Patrick’s Church, where services will be held. Funeral
train leaves foot of Eighth Street at 2:30 o’clock for Villa Ridge. Mr.
Smith leaves a family of wife and five children to mourn his death.
Copenhaffer, One of the Johnson County Prisoners, Attempted to Saw His Way Out of the County Jail.
Friday night, about ten o’clock, Mr. Michael Fitzgerald, and his brother, John, sons of County Jailer Richard Fitzgerald, after having made a round of the jail to see that all was well with the prisoners and the premises, retired to their room for the night. They had lain in bed about an hour and Michael, the oldest, was just dozing off in a gentle slumber, when a slight rasping noise fell upon his ear. Having had some years of experience in the care of prisoners in the county jail, he is quick to detect any unusual noises and always alert and ready for action when any such occur. He aroused himself and brother immediately, and telling his brother to follow, made for the cells from one of which the sound came. He opened the hall door gently and listened a moment until he had located the sound, and then, sneaking up to the door of the cell from whence it came, he suddenly thrust a revolver through the grating and commanded the would-be fugitive from justice to move not a muscle, or he would be hurled into eternity by means of powder and ball. The prisoner obeyed the order promptly and explicitly, he stood perfectly quiet until Michael had opened the cell door and took from him one hand a file about twelve inches long and from the other a little double-toothed saw, made out of a common steel table knife, several inches of the point broken off, leaving a stout stub of about four inches in length to the handle. Into either dredge of this short, stout blade tiny teeth had been filed with one corner of the large file, which were yet quite sharp when the same was taken possession of by Mr. Fitzgerald. The saw was also very bright from recent use.
Upon examination of the bars
in the door, which are about half an inch thick and two inches wide, it was
found that one of them had been sawed nearly half way through, and it would
have taken but a few hours of diligent work with the splendid tools in use
to have cut three or four of the bars in two.
charged with the murder of William R. Hodge.—Darrel Dexter)
A colored boy, about twenty years of age, was accidentally drowned just outside of the Illinois Central railroad company’s wharf boat yesterday afternoon, about 1:30 o’clock.
The boy in company with a friend, entered a skiff with the intention of crossing the river for East Cairo to collect some money due him there. They entered the skiff below the wharfboat and started to pull up stream to a point above the wharfboat in order not to be carried too far down in crossing. But neither of the boys had much experience in the art of rowing a skiff, and when they had reached to about the center of the wharfboat, they found it impossible to make any headway against the current. They therefore drew in their oars, stood up in the bottom of the skiff, and proceeded to draw themselves up stream by means of the guard of the wharfboat. Young Roberson was in the bow of the skiff and was pulling with more energy than caution. The current was very strong and at a moment when Roberson had taken new hold of the guard, swept the skiff away from under him, leaving him to hang on the ends of his fingers with his feet dangling in the water. The other negro, who had managed to remain in the skiff, made frantic endeavors to push the skiff back to his partner, but without success. Roberson was compelled to let go his hold before any assistance could reach him, and he went under the water never to rise again alive and leaving only his hat behind, which was picked up by the man in the skiff.
Young Roberson had been employed at East Cairo on one of the railroads, and it was money due him from one of these which it is said he intended to get. Recently he has been employed in different ways at The Halliday. His body had not been discovered late last night.
(Jacob Lindsey died
10 Sep 1879, from injuries received on the Illinois Central.—Darrel
In reply to the statement made in the Massac Journal, of Metropolis, that small pox had reached Paducah, the Enterprise of the latter city says:
“We only have one case of small pox among us, a colored man, who contracted the loathsome disease in Cairo. He was immediately cared for by our authorities, sent to the pest house and no new cases have developed. The scare in Paducah has entirely subsided.”
Some time ago a white man named Black came to the marine hospital station in this city and applied for admission, saying that he had fallen into the river and was sick. He had come here direct from Paducah on the steamer Gus Fowler, and had gone straight from the boat to the hospital. He was admitted to the hospital by the kind Sisters, and Dr. C. R. Carter, the marine physician, was notified. The doctor came and saw and discovered that the man Black was afflicted with the loathsome disease called small pox. The doctor told the man Black that his ailment was small pox and the man Black replied that he knew it. He knew it when he started from Paducah for Cairo; he had told the authorities of Paducah, or the men who acted as such, that he had the small pox, expecting that they would care for him. But instead of doing this, the authorities of Paducah, or the men who acted as such, spurred him, compelled him to go aboard of the steamer Gus Fowler, and to leave the city, no matter where or how, dead or alive—no matter if he carried disease and death into other communities—no matter if he reached with pesticial hand the hearth stones of neighboring cities, or if he transformed a popular public conveyance into a floating pesthouse. Just so he left Paducah, just so Paducah would not be troubled with the care of this one poor sufferer. Thus reasoned the authorities of Paducah, or those who acted as such in this matter; and men, with souls and brains more infinitesimal in dimensions that these persons seem to possess, it would be impossible to find. But Black thought to profit by this brutal treatment of himself directly and of this part of the country and the traveling public in general, indirectly—he did Cairo the injustice to believe that her authorities would also refuse to care for him and send him away if he told the truth concerning the character of his ailment, therefore, he did not tell the truth, but pretended to have fallen into the river, and thus caught a severe cold.
This is the story, which Black told when he was lying upon what he had reason to believe would prove to be his deathbed, and we have as yet not seen any contradiction of it in the Paducah press. We have excellent ground, therefore, to believe the story true. From Black’s arrival here may be dated the advent of small pox here. For Black the city board of health had its first meeting, for Black’s reception the city pest house was repaired and furnished; Black was its first inmate; since Black’s arrival there have been four more cases, all developed in the same ward of the marine hospital where he was temporarily cared for; and Black, the cause of all this, was foisted upon Cairo by the heartless authorities or the miserable persons who acted as such, of the town, where is published the paper from which is taken the above extract, charging upon Cairo the fault of the existence of small pox in Paducah! We protest, Mr. Gaines, of the Enterprise; we protested when your authorities or persons who acted as such, committed a great wrong against Cairo, and we protest again now, when you add insult to that great wrong.
The jury in the case of the family of Edward Jones vs. the Illinois Central railroad company, to which, as stated in yesterday’s Bulletin, the case was submitted at 4 o’clock Thursday afternoon, did not find a verdict until 2 o’clock yesterday morning, having been confined in the jury room without food for ten hours. At this time a verdict in favor of the plaintiff was agreed upon, the amount of damages being placed at three thousand dollars. The cause of the delay in arriving at a verdict was that two of the jurymen wanted to place the amount at three thousand one hundred and fifty dollars, to which the others firmly objected.
In the case of Jane Lindsey vs. the Illinois Central railroad company, in which the former sued the latter for five thousand dollars, as damages for the death of her husband, for which the company is alleged to have been responsible, the plaintiff took a nonsuit yesterday for reasons satisfactory to her attorneys. The amount of damages sued for was five thousand dollars.
Yesterday morning at the residence of her brother-in-law, G. F. Ort, in this city, Mrs. Minnie DeGelder, aged 29 years. Funeral services at the Presbyterian church at 1 o’clock. Special train will leave foot of 8th Street at 2 o’clock.
(George F. Ort
married Helena Ellen DeGelder on 4 Nov 1874, in Alexander Co.,
(Minnie B. Zonne
married George F. DeGelder on 22 Apr 1880, in Alexander Co., Ill. A
marker in Cairo City Cemetery reads: Minnie Wife of G. F. DeGelder
Died Jan. 14, 1882, Aged 29 Yrs. 6 Mos.—Darrel Dexter)
A dispatch was received yesterday by Mr. A. Frasier, in this city, telling him that his brother-in-law, Mr. James B. Fulton, who has for years been chief engineer at the Anna insane asylum, had fallen through a hatchway at 2:10 o’clock yesterday afternoon and was killed, and asking Mrs. Frazier to come up.
The news spread very rapidly through the city and the expressions of regret at the terrible accident were general, for deceased was known and liked by every Cairoite whose citizenship here dates back to the time of the close of the war.
Mrs. Frasier, who is a sister of the wife of deceased, left this morning for Anna to attend the funeral services. The remains will probably be conveyed to Louisville for burial.
Captain Fulton was born at Beaver Dam, near Pittsburg, in 1825. He lived there for a number of years and then went on the river, serving during the war, as chief engineer of the Mississippi squadron, having his headquarters at Mound City. Soon after the close of the war, or about the year 1867, he came to Cairo and in partnership with Mr. Alex Frazier, engaged in the copper and iron working business. At the end of about two years the firm was dissolved and each carried on business separately. But Captain Fulton had become attached to river life and when he was offered the position of chief engineer on the steamer Mary E. Forsyth, he accepted and held the position until the steamer foundered near the Gulf. He then returned to Cairo and about eight years ago accepted the position of chief engineer of the Anna Insane Asylum, which he held until his violent death. His nearest living relatives are his wife, who was with him at Anna, several cousins, and the family of Mr. Alex Frasier, whose wife is Mrs. Fulton’s sister. He was a Mason in good standing, a member of Cairo’s commandery of Knights Templar, and he will be buried with Masonic honors.
Captain and Mrs. Fulton were in this city on a short visit only a week or ten days ago and were cordially greeted by their many sincere friends here. The captain was of a genial disposition, making friends of all with whom he was brought into social or business relationship. The sad end of his life, which, it seemed when he was here last, would yet be prolonged through many happy years, is matter of as general and deep regret, here, as it undoubtedly is in the city where he has resided during the last eight years.
(James B. Fulton
married Sallie W. Morris on 15 May 1866, in Pulaski Co., Ill. The 28
Jan 1882, Jonesboro Gazette reported that James B. Fulton was
also a brother-in-law of J. W. Morris.—Darrel Dexter)
The funeral of James B. Fulton, who died at Anna on Tuesday afternoon, at 2:10 o’clock p.m., will take place from the residence of Mr. Alex Frasier, near the corner of 14th Street and Washington Avenue at one o’clock this afternoon.
The Sir Knights of Cairo Lodge, of which deceased was one, will gather at their asylum on Commercial Avenue at 11:45 o’clock this morning, and proceed from there to the residence of Mr. Alex. Frasier, where services will be held over the remains, by Rev. B. Y. George. The funeral procession will leave the house at one o’clock this afternoon for the train, at the foot of Fourteenth Street and the remains will be interred at Beech Grove with Masonic rites.
The Anna Farmer and Fruit Grower of Wednesday gives the following account of the terrible fall at the Anna insane asylum on Tuesday, which resulted in the death of Capt. James B. Fulton:
“Captain Fulton has just fallen down an elevator in the north wing and been killed.”
The above words came over the telephone line Tuesday afternoon at 2:10 and were uttered in a shocked tone by Mr. Ed A. Finch, chief clerk of the hospital of the insane at this place. We could not have been more astonished for but a few hours previously Capt. Fulton, jovial and lively as usual, was in town, greeting one and all his friends in his energetic manner.
Like lightning, the news of the horrible accident flew over the country, and everybody expressed their sorrow, for Capt. Fulton had been connected with the hospital ever since it started up, in the fall of 1873, and was a general favorite with everybody.
As soon as possible the doctors of the hospital were informed, but by the time they arrived Capt. Fulton had breathed his last.
A wife remains to mourn the sudden death of a cherished and loving husband, only as a wife can mourn. Mrs. Fulton’s hosts of friends deeply mourn with her in her great bereavement.
Dr. Wardner, superintendent, was absent on business at the time of the accident. Relatives and friends of the deceased were informed by telegraph of the accident, and arrived as soon as possible afterwards.
The following Masons accompanied the corpse to Cairo, on Wednesday, as an escort: Mayor John Spire, R. Johnson, M. V. Eaves, J. F. Williford, M. C. Crawford, and T. F. Bouton.
Interment will take place
Thursday at Beech Grove.
(The 2 Feb 1882, issue
states the man killed was named Bailey and the boy was named
(The 4 Feb 1882,
Jonesboro Gazette reported that Jacob McEwen was from Bird’s farm
near Belmont and that he drowned on Friday, 27 Jan 1882.—Darrel Dexter)
(A. S. Fogassi
married Emma Smith on 4 Jan 1874, in Pulaski Co., Ill.—Darrel
A dispatch received Sunday forenoon by Mr. P. W. Barclay, in this city, stated that Rev. W. H. Whitaker died at Belleville at nine o’clock that morning. The sad news falls less heavily upon the many friends of the family of Mr. Whitaker in this city, because it was expected to come at any moment for several days back; but the sympathy with the bereaved ones is nonetheless general or sincere.
On next Sunday services in
honor of Rev. Whitaker will be held in the Methodist church in this
city, of which he was pastor for three successive years.
A telegram received in this city from Judge W. H. Green, at Quitman, Georgia, yesterday forenoon, brought the sad intelligence that Mrs. W. H. Green died the evening before at the city named, full of Christian faith and hope, her last request being that her funeral should be preached in the Church of the Redeemer by Rev. Davenport as soon as the remains arrived at Cairo, and that she be buried in the cemetery at Morganfield, Ky.
It is not known as yet at what time the remains will arrive at Cairo, but probably Thursday or Friday, and we presume due notice will be given of the time of services at the church.
A young white man named Willis shot and probably killed a negro man named Stephens, near Mr. Thomas Porter’s farm, about a mile above the city, yesterday evening about 4:30 o’clock. The ball, it is said, entered the negro’s right eye, and passed entirely through his head, but did not kill him immediately. Whether death has resulted at this writing, ten o’clock last night, was not known in the city.
Willis is a young fellow who has been for some time in the employ of Mr. Lum Styres, and since the water above Cairo has prevented people from entering the city by land, he has been running a skiff between the upper end of the city and the point near Mr. Thomas Porter’s farm. A short time after Willis begun to run his ferry, Stephens, the negro, also started a ferry and from the very beginning of this competition a jealous rivalry has existed between the two men. Hard words were had upon several occasions, it is said, in which one denied the others’ right to run the ferry and each affirmed his own, but there is no knowledge of a physical conflict until last evening, when another quarrel was had which probably resulted in the death of the negro.
After the shooting, Willis fled, and the negro was taken to the house of Mr. Porter to be cared for. Word was sent to the city as soon as possible and Chief Myers and officers Mahanny and Martin, and Constable Guy Morse, went in search of the fugitive. They visited the house of Mr. Lum Styers and learned from some of the men that Willis had been there but a short time before. One of the men even admitted that he knew which way the shootist went, but refused to give any information that might put the officers on the right track. This man might be considered, to some extent, an accessory to the crime after the fact. Mr. Styres himself gave the officers permission to make a thorough search of his premises, which they did, but without finding any trace of Willis. From there the officers made as thorough a search of the upper portion of the city as possible, but they could not do much, as it was rapidly growing dark and they had not description of the man they were tracking. Up to eleven o’clock last night they had not succeeded in capturing him, but Chief Myers and the officers will soon run him down if he remains in the city.
(Alexander H. Irvin married Annie E. Massey on 9 Sep 1864, in Cook Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)
The telegrams which arrived a few days ago, announcing the sad news of the death of Mrs. Green, were received with unfeigned sorrow by the many friends of Judge Green and his gentle wife. That the sorrow was genuine, was fully shown by the large attendance of relatives and friends, at the Church of the Redeemer. It was the last request of Mrs. Green, ‘ere she passed away, in the southern city, afar from home, where her devoted husband had taken here, hoping to arrest the fatal disorder, that her funeral services should take place in the Church of the Redeemer, and be conducted by Rector Davenport. Attended by her bereaved husband and two sons, Dr. and Mrs. Green, of Mt. Vernon, and the judge’s sister, Mrs. Haney, and son of Bloomington, and Miss Creary, her devoted niece and attendant, with a number of the most intimate friends of the family, her remains, in a handsome casket, covered with the most beautiful floral emblems, were taken from the residence to the church. They were met at the door by Rector Davenport, who preceded them to the chancel, reciting the opening sentences of the impressive services for the burial of the dead, “I am the Resurrection and the Life.” The exquisite hymn, “Rock of Ages,” followed, sung by Mrs. W. P. Halliday and Miss Pitcher, who also sang with deep feeling, assisted by Mr. Hacker and Mr. Beyea during the services, the hymns, “Lead Kindly Light” and “I Heard a Voice from Heaven.” The whole service was beautifully rendered and well calculated to impress most deeply the large and reverent congregation. The Christmas greens hung in graceful festoons above the quiet, firm and peaceful face that looked as if asleep. The flowers, which she loved so dearly in life, were about her with their fragrance and loveliness. The casket resided upon a bier, draped with a black pall, bearing a white cross with the initials “L.G.” in gold upon it. A magnificent crown of white zapronicas, surmounted by a cross of English violets, was placed on the head of the casket, below it was a wreath of exquisite tea roses in wax, then a beautiful cross and anchor, in natural flowers, and on the foot rested another cross with a pure calla lily for its center. The casket was wreathed with the waxlike leaves and tiny blossoms of smilax, and at the foot of the bier was a handsome cross of immortelles with the name, “Louise Green,” upon it, embroidered in white silk upon black velvet. The cross upon the altar and the altar itself, were draped in black, which softened the brightness of the Christmas decorations and accorded with the solemn and sweet strains of the organ, and the tearful faces of those who mourned for one, “cut down like a flower.” At the conclusion of the services, the large congregation followed the remains to Ohio Levee, where the steamer was taken, which conveyed them on their way to Morganfield, Ky., the childhood home of Mrs. Green, where she had expressed a wish to be laid to rest.
The warmest sympathy of the whole community is extended to Judge Green and his family in their bereavement. “Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord; for they rest from their labors.”
Last Sunday Circuit Clerk A.
H. Irvin received a telegram from East Cape Girardeau stating that
Mr. Andrew Frye of that town had been killed, and asking that Coroner
R. Fitzgerald and State’s Attorney Damron be sent up
immediately. No further particulars were given and neither of the officials
mentioned had returned last night. We are therefore left to conjecture that
Mr. Frye, who was an old and well-known citizen of the county, has
been murdered and that the coroner’s services are required for his body and
the state’s attorney’s services for the slayer.
The particulars of the homicide, which occurred at East Cape Girardeau, in this county, last Saturday evening as obtained from Coroner Fitzgerald, who returned from the scene of the affair yesterday morning, after having performed his official duties over the remains of the victim, are as follows:
The victim is Andrew Fry, a man about forty-two years of age, who has been living in this county a long time, and is well known by many. He is also known as a quarrelsome man who would seek opportunities to show his prowess and demanded satisfaction where no wrong had been done him. He was a married man, having a wife and two children living.
The slayer is John Wilson, who like Fry, has been living in East Cape Girardeau for some years. Of him it is not said that he is not a peaceable man, nor do the facts in the homicide in which he was the chief actor, as developed at the coroner’s inquest, say that he is anything but a man disposed to avoid contention. He is somewhere between thirty-five and forty years of age.
From the evidence of the witness examined at the coroner’s inquest, Sunday, it appears that the killing was the direct result of an insignificant little accident which occurred about four months ago. About that time Wilson was engaged in a game of billiards in a public house near East Cape Girardeau, and while thus engaged he heard loud talking and scuffling outside. Without taking time to lay down his billiard cue, he went out, but when he reached the scene of the uproar, others had interfered and quiet had been nearly restored. Ever since that day whenever occasion offered Frye, who was one of the principals in the little row, accused Wilson of intending to strike him with the cue, or to interfere in behalf of his (Frye’s) opponents, which Wilson persistently denied.
Last Saturday afternoon a party of men from East Cape Girardeau crossed the river for Cape Girardeau, in Missouri. With the party was Wilson and Fry, the latter having a cow on board which he intended to sell across the river. Fry sold his cow and made rather free with his money in the purchase of intoxicants of which he and several others of the party drank freely. On their way back Fry again accused Wilson of having intended to strike him with the billiard cue some months ago, which Wilson as usual denied, saying that the man who said he had any such intentions lied. But Fry reiterated the charge, named the man who told him so and threatened to whip Wilson and his “whole d--n family.” At this stage the rest of the party interfered and kept them apart until the shore was reached. Here, too, Fry was held back in order to allow Wilson to get out of his way. But releasing himself, Fry followed Wilson and demanded that they should go to Captain King, the man who had told Fry that Wilson intended to strike him, and settle the matters. King was found in the same saloon, where the first quarrel occurred and the matter was talked over and, to all appearances, settled to the satisfaction of all concerned. At this point, Wilson picked up a billiard cue and, holding it in both hands, attempted to show Fry and the crowd that he could not have had any intention of using it, etc., when Fry cried angrily, “Lay down that cue, you d----d -----.” Wilson laid it down without a word, and then followed an angry altercation reasoned, with threats, which was ended by Fry, who gave Wilson a back-handed lick in the face which knocked him down. As Wilson raised himself from the floor Frye struck him a second blow, knocking him down again, and then walked slowly toward the front door with the evident intention of leaving the premises. But before he had reached the door Wilson whipped out a revolver and fired a shot after him, which missed him. Frye quickly drew his own pistol and turning fired at Wilson, also without effect. Frye then went out of the door, but turned at the foot of the steps and while in a stooping position endeavoring to cock his pistol, which seemed to be out of order, for a second shot, Wilson took aim and fired a second shot, the bullet taking effect in the top of Fry’s head, causing him to fall over backwards and expired without uttering another word, in fifteen minutes afterward. Wilson gave himself up and was taken in custody to await the developments of the inquest.
Coroner Fitzgerald arrived on the spot Monday and at once proceeded to an investigation of the case. A jury was summoned, which consisted of Messrs. Ezoa King, foreman; J. H. Sams, Billingsly, S. A. McGee, S. E. Walker, Pinkney Williams. An examination of the wound in Fry’s head by a physician of the neighborhood, developed the fact that the ball was thirty-two caliber, had barely penetrated the skull a little to the left and front of the center of the top of the head, and was somewhat flattened, but its upper end was just even with the top of the skull. It was removed without difficulty and exhibited to the jury. The examination of a number of witnesses followed, and the verdict of the jury was that “death resulted from a bullet, fired from a pistol in the hands of John Wilson,” but that the jury deemed the question of justification a matter for future inquiry, and could “not agree upon the facts from the evidence.”
Wilson was held to be examined before a police magistrate and to be dealt with according to the facts developed in such examination.
State’s Attorney Damron is still there, or was yesterday, prosecuting the citizens in the neighborhood who were notoriously guilty of habitually carrying concealed weapons. To this habit also may be charged with the greater portion of the responsibility of the crime here detailed and the people of the county seem to be very generally addicted to it. A vigorous legal war upon these offenders is much needed and would be productive of much good.
The following are the resolutions of respect to the memory of Rev. W. H. Whitaker, drawn up by the committee appointed for that purpose by the Cairo Temperance Reform Club at its meeting last Friday night:
Whereas, the Ruler of the universe has seen fit to remove from our midst our highly esteemed brother and co-laborer, Rev. W. H. Whitaker, and
Whereas, The close relation held with the members of the C. T. R. C. makes it fitting that we express our appreciation of him,
Resolved, That the zeal and wisdom he has exercised in behalf of the temperance work, will be held in grateful remembrance
Resolved, That the removal of our brother has cast a gloom over our society that will be deeply felt by all its members
Resolved, That we offer his bereaved wife and family the hand of fellowship and sympathy, and express a hope that so great a bereavement may be overruled for their good
Resolved, That these
resolutions be published and a copy of the same be sent to the family of
(The Jonesboro Gazette of 11 Feb 1882, reported that George Honnard died at the home of Paul Lingle of consumption on 4 Feb 1882. A marker in Casper Cemetery near Anna, Union Co., Ill., reads: George Honnard Oct. 8, 1851- Feb. 12, 1882. The death date on the marker is apparently incorrect.—Darrel Dexter)
(A marker in Calvary
Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads William Bambrick Brother (no
“In heavens their angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in Heaven.”
Died, Monday, Feb. 20th, 1882, of whooping cough and bronchitis, Miles Frederick Gilbert, Jr., infant son of Miles Frederick and Addie Barry Gilbert, aged one year, three months and eighteen days.
Between eight and nine o’clock last night, people in the neighborhood of the Planters’ House were startled by half a dozen pistol shots in rapid succession, and word was immediately passed that Jim Biggs, passenger agent of the Iron Mountain railroad, was shot dead, in the door of the Planters’ House by Mink Mayfield, bill clerk of the Mississippi Central. A Bulletin representative visited the scene of the shooting and from Mr. Mat Walsh, an eyewitness of the whole affair, he learned the following facts:
Jim Biggs, who was a good-hearted, enough spoken man, was standing at the counter of the Pacific Express in the Iron Mountain office, reading a dispatch, when Mayfield came in and asked the use of the telephone which was granted him. While at the instrument he got into a quarrel with the Central office, using loud words and profane language. When he came out Biggs, in a joke, but in a rough manner, asked why he raised such a disturbance in his office. This was not taken well by Mayfield, who, immediately became angry and high words followed. Biggs ordered him out of the office, which he had a right to do, but his blood was up and he refused to go. Biggs insisted that he must go and to assert his authority in his own office, drew his revolver, without however offering or making any motion to use it, walked with him to the door. Passing outside Biggs stopped on the sidewalk and Mayfield started into the Planters’ House, as she entered the door he turned and with the words, “D--n you, you shall have it;” drew a self cocking revolver and fired five shots with lightning rapidity, each bullet finding lodgment in the breast of his victim who started convulsively forward and fell dead in the door of the house. The murderer ran out through the back door across the sipe water to Commercial Avenue, and up to this hour had not been taken, although a hundred men of the vigilante committee were on his track. He cannot escape and when taken, Judge Lynch will, without a doubt, pass his first sentence in Cairo, and carry it into immediate execution. Jim Biggs has a host of warm friends in all classes, was a resident of Cairo for the last twenty years, was between forty and fifty years of age and leaves a wife and daughter, a young lady, both of them now in Paducah, where they went last Friday to be away from the flood. Mink Mayfield is a young man recently from St. Louis, where his brother resides. Both of them, at one time lived in Metropolis, where Mink shot a young man at a picnic and barely, through the influence of his brother, who was a lawyer and banker, escaped the hangman’s noose.
Thursday, 2 Mar 1882:
The many friends of Mr. and
Mrs. M. P. Fulton, in this city will read the following dispatch
received at this officer yesterday, with feelings of regret:
Father died today. I take
his remains to Troy.
DIED, yesterday, of a combination of ailments, at the age of nine years and ten months, Tommie Cunningham, son of Mr. and Mrs. R. H. Cunningham. Funeral takes place today from the residence of Mr. Cunningham on Washington Avenue, below Eighth Street. Services will be held there by Rev. B. Y. George at one o’clock; special train leaves foot of Eight Street at two o’clock for Beech Grove.
(Robert H. Cunningham
married Alice H. Peters on 18 Feb 1867, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel
A telegram was received here from East St. Louis Friday morning by Mr. Charley Tell, clerk at Mr. W. L. Bristol’s store, stating that his older brother, Frank, had been seriously injured that morning by being run over on a railroad track at East St. Louis. Charley immediately left for his brother’s bedside and telegraphed here yesterday afternoon that Frank died about twelve o’clock yesterday, which sad news will be received with feelings of regret by the ma y friends of the family here.
Frank was about twenty-eight
years of age and was very well known in this city, having been raised here.
He has an aged mother and a brother living here, who deeply mourn his
untimely violent taking off. His remains will be here today and will
probably be taken to Villa Ridge for burial.
Early yesterday morning,
Officer John Tyler saw a suspicious looking bundle floating in the
rainwater pond back of the Bankenberg building at the corner of Fourteenth
Street and Washington Avenue. It was lying close by the sidewalk, between
the two frame shanties back of the building named. The officers caught it
up and lo and behold! it was the body of an infant child, apparently of
white parentage, prematurely born about six months after conception, and
dressed in a large white under garment, nicely embroidered about the neck.
Its little head was bruised in several places, caused probably by being
rudely thrown against the floating timbers by the waves, but there was no
evidence of any violence committed by human hands. The officer put the
little form into a small box and later in the morning gave it in charge of
Coroner Fitzgerald, who has it now in charge awaiting further
developments for which the officers of the city are searching.
Intelligence was received yesterday that the Hon. John Fulton had just died at Hickman, Ky., aged 68 years. Mr. Fulton was for many years one of Waterford’s most prominent and respected citizens. He, in connection with John C. House, and later with his son-in-law, Matthew Pack, carried on a large flouring mill at a point near where House & Vatt’s knitting mill is now. In the fall of 1868 the mill was burned and Mr. Fulton was a heavy loser. Soon after he went west. The deceased was during his residence in Waterford generous to a fault. He represented Waterford as supervisor in 1863. In 1860 he was elected to represent the first assembly district of Saratoga County in the assembly and so faithfully did he perform his duties that he was re-elected in 1861 and 1862. He was one of the charter members of Clinton Lodge A. F. and A. M., No. 149, and also a charter member of Waterford chapter and was its first king. The remains of the deceased will be brought to Waterford for interment. The funeral services will be held in Grace Church and will be in charge of Clinton Lodge.
We clip the above from the Daily Times of Troy, New York. The death of Mr. Fulton, of Hickman, Ky., a few days ago was published in the Bulletin at the time it occurred. His wife arrived from the East a few days ago. His son, Mr. M. P. Fulton, arrived only in time to see him die. Mr. Fulton was a warm-hearted, generous man as his numerous friends here can testify and his death was regretted by all.
(The 22 Feb 1880, issue
identified the murdered man as John Conners.—Darrel Dexter)
The incoming Illinois Central passenger train, at about twelve o’clock yesterday, brought the news that the body of a white man had been found on the tack a short distance below the three-mile post. Coroner Fitzgerald was notified and he selected a jury and went by special train to the scene of the tragedy.
When the body was found by the officers of the train aforesaid, the trunk was on the outer side of the track and the head on the inside, between the rails, the wheels having severed the head from the trunk seemingly without coming in contact with the man’s shirt collar. The train officers had drawn the body and head aside near the track, where the coroner and jury found them. After the jury had examined the premises and the body thoroughly, the latter was taken aboard of the special train and brought to the Illinois Central roundhouse, where the inquest was continued until late last night, as the jury had to wait for the arrival of the engineer of the outgoing train which, it was supposed, ran over the man.
The circumstances surrounding the case pointed somewhat to suicide. The man had been in the city but a short time and had been seen by several, not over an hour before the outgoing Illinois Central train started, left here, going up the track. He was accosted by one gentleman, but continued on his way without making reply. He was well dressed from head to foot and had an intelligent expression on his face. Lying in great disorder about the body were a number of private papers, some of them bearing signs of having been violently crunched and torn. From these, which were all written in a good German hand, it was ascertained that the man’s name was Carl Gasah, a German, that he was well educated, having attended and graduated from a German academy, but gave no evidence of the reason of his presence here, or any clue to his violent death. A pocket book was also found upon the body, but it contained no money, nor were there any valuables found. The trunk was not bruised, but the head bore a deep gash across the top near the front, another on the right side and another back of the left ear. It is stated by those who saw the man a little before he was killed, that he was not under the influence of liquor, and if he had been, that would be no positive proof that he was accidentally killed, for it would seem next to impossible that a man could be struck by a engine in such a manner that he would fall as this man was found, and the he did not fall from the train is sufficiently proven by the scattered papers. The man’s behavior when last seen alive, the position of the body, the scattered papers, the empty pocket book and several other less important circumstances, seem to point to suicide, though what the engineer’s testimony and the coroner jury’s verdict was we were unable to learn at the present writing.
(The 18 Mar 1882, issue gives the name of the deceased as Carl Gass.—Darrel Dexter)
(The 16 Mar 1882, issue gives the name of the deceased as Carl Gasah.—Darrel Dexter)
An inquest was held yesterday over the remains of F. K. Chesterman, the river man who died in consequence of a shot fired at him by officer Haz. Martin, and while resisting arrest. The jury in the case was composed of the following gentleman: William White, James S. Barclay, John McNutty, Samuel Burger, Louis C. Herbert and T. N. Kimbrough.
After reviewing the remains at the hospital, the jury retired to the county court room to examine witnesses. Eight of these were examined in the morning and about an equal number in the afternoon. The testimony taken in the morning was very strongly in favor of the officer and was but slightly if at all weakened by that taken in the afternoon. It appeared plainly that the officers were justified in using their weapons against both Hughes and Chesterman, both of whom resisted arrest and made attempts to resort to violence. It was proven that when Hughes was shot by Officer Mahanny, he was in the act of taking off his coat preparatory to attacking the officer, and when Officer Martin discharged his pistol at Chesterman, the latter with open knife in hand, made a movement toward the officer to attack him.
The jury decided that Chesterman came to his death by a pistol shot, fired by Officer Haz. Martin in self-defense.
News reached here yesterday afternoon that a shooting affair had occurred at Wickliffe, Ky., about twelve o’clock night before last, which resulted in the death of one Henry Henderson, and the wounding of the telegraph operator stationed at that place.
The circumstances, as related by a reliable person who came from the scene of the affair yesterday, are about as follows:
The operator and Jerry Henderson, brother of Henry, were playing cards in the saloon of the place and got into a dispute as to who was entitled to the stake, which was twenty dollars. The operator took possession of the money and the two men parted angry. Jerry Henderson went home, related the story to his brother Henry and the two concluded to recover the money from the operator by force. They armed themselves with pistols and went in search of the object of their wrath. They found him on watch over the corpse of a friend and without any respect for the mournful surroundings, drew their weapons simultaneously, pointed them at the operator’s head, and demanded and received the money. Having accomplished their purpose, they departed for a saloon. The operator (whose name we could not learn) went home, armed himself with a Winchester rifle and stationed himself not far from the saloon in which he knew the Hendersons were. When the latter came forth Henry discovered him and pointing at him asked Jerry, “Is that a man or a stump?” Neither were able to distinguish what it was and Henry concluded to go and see, and when he was within a short distance of the object, he recognized the operator and was shot twice, the second shot piercing his breast and killing him almost instantly.
Immediately after the shooting, the operator fled toward the river, entered a skiff and rowed down the stream, but sunk this near Mayfield and clung to some bushes until he was rescued and taken back to Wickliffe.
The operator’s story is that when Henry Henderson came close to him, he drew his revolver and shot at him and that it was not until then that he (the operator) shot Henderson. This story is borne out by the fact that the operator is wounded in the hip.
The little town of Wickliffe is, of course, greatly excited over the affair, but no violence was offered the prisoner.
The Wickliffe telegraph
operator, N. J. Parker, who shot and killed one Henry Henderson
in that town Wednesday night, as stated in The Bulletin of yesterday
after having been captured and turned over to the custody of the sheriff of
Ballard County, made his escape and is now at large defying the officers of
the law. It seems that yesterday he was brought forth to be present at the
inquest and there watched his opportunity to get away. He is armed with the
same sixteen-shooter rifle with which he killed Henderson. Jerry
Henderson, brother of the murdered man, and who was engaged in the
quarrel with Parker which ended in the killing, now offers one
hundred dollars reward for the capture of Parker.
Further news of the burning of the steamer Golden City at Memphis, Thursday morning, says she was the largest sternwheeler on the waters, being 260 feet long. Fire was discovered at four o’clock and the boat was run ashore. She carried a crew of sixty and had thirty-seven passengers. Their names cannot be given, as the books were destroyed. Reports, however, put the deaths at over thirty. The boat left New Orleans on Saturday for Cincinnati. All the officers except the second engineer were saved. Miss Anna Smith, of Massachusetts, is known to be lost.
Other names of the lost are Miss Campbell, Mrs. Helen Percivial, Mrs. L. E. Kountz and three children, Dr. Monahan and wife, Miss Luctia Clary, of Cincinnati; W. P. Stowe and wife and children, of Stowe’s circus, are believed to be lost, together with all the tents, animals, etc., of the circus.
The Golden City was one of the finest of the Cincinnati and New Orleans packet company, being a large stern-wheeler, comparatively new and in excellent condition. Her value was estimated at from $65,000 to $70,000.
ST. JOSEPH, Mo., April
2.—Between 9 and 10 o’clock this morning Jesse James, the notorious
outlaw, was shot and killed in his house at the corner of Thirteenth and
Lafayette streets by Robert Ford, known here as Robert Johnson.
Ford and his brother were living with James and have been here
for some time, and shot him a short time after he had come into the house
from currying his horses.
It was between nine and ten o’clock in the morning. Breakfast was over. Charley Ford and Jesse James had been in the stable currying the horses, preparatory to their night ride. On returning to the room where Robert Ford was, Jesse said: “It’s an awfully hot day.” He pulled off his coat and vest and tossed them on the bed. Then he unbuckled the belt in which he carried two 45-caliber revolvers, one a Smith & Wesson and the other a Colt, and laid them on the bed with his coat and vest. He then picked up a dusting brush with the intention of dusting some pictures which hung on the wall. To do this he got on a chair. His back was now turned to the brothers, who silently stepped between Jesse and his revolvers, and at a motion from Charley both drew their guns. Robert was the quickest of the two. In one motion he had the long weapon to a level with his eye, with the muzzle not less than two nor more than four feet from the back of the outlaw’s head. Even in that motion, quick as thought, there was something which did not escape the acute ears of the hunted man. He made a motion as if to turn his head to ascertain the cause of that suspicious sound but too late. A nervous pressure on the trigger, a quick flash, a sharp report, and the well-directed ball crashed through the outlaw’s skull. There was not an outcry, just a swaying of the body, and it fell heavily back upon the carpeted floor. The shot had been fatal and all the bullets in the chambers of Charles’ revolver still directed at Jesse’s head could not more effectually have decided the fate of the greatest bandit and freebooter that ever figured in the pages of a country’s history. The ball had entered the base of the skull and made its way out through the forehead, over the left eye. It has been fired out of a Colt’s 45-calibre, improved pattern, silver mounted and pearl-handled pistol, presented by the dead man to his slayer only a few days ago. The authorities were notified and the remains were taken in charge by them. The Ford boys surrendered themselves to the officers of the law and the inquest is in progress.
“The chairman of the board of trustees as chief of police and the police judge appointed guards for the prisoner, to wit: For Parker—J. B. Wickliffe, H. C. Johnson, P. C. Rothrock, and William Murphy, who guarded their prisoner in a room at the Planters’ Hotel. During the early part of the evening (Thursday) some of the guards admitted outsiders to the room and a social game of cards was then indulged until about ten o’clock when it is supposed the card game absorbed so much interest that the prisoner walked out of the room and made his escape. We learn that some of the guard said they did not know how or when Parker made his escape. We are told that the guards were given positive instructions to admit no one in the room with the prisoner because a mob had talked of ___. These are the facts as best we can learn them and an indignant and outraged public will express opinions upon them whether we do or not.
Friday morning when the marshal went to breakfast he placed Stovall under guard of B. J. Russell who walked down to the early morning train with his prisoner, when the latter told his guard there was a man on the train he wanted to see and excused himself a minute. The anxious minute is still looked for, but will not likely be marked on the dial of time. Russell was unarmed and so was Stovall and a cripple besides. True the charge against Stovall was a minor importance but public opinion is equally emphatic.
We are told that Mr. Jerry Henderson was at the post office Friday morning inquiring for his guard, Mr. Tucker, who was not with him. Upon the examining trial of Mr. Henderson, the original writ was changed by the attorney from assault to robbery and the proceeding was in accordance therewith. Police judge thought he could stick the case to hold over on charge of assault and the attorney thought the best hold was on charge of robbery. The bench and the bar didn’t agree and Henderson walked off as victor in an acquittal, which it is claimed was based upon evidence that he had demanded of Parker “Give me up my money”—the fact of the pistols being taken was concealed. Public opinion is divided pro and con, and we will let it and the judge and attorney have it out on any line they choose. Of one thing we feel certain that public opinion will sustain us in the fact that the finale of the unfortunate affair was a huge farce!
DIED—Yesterday in the 27th year of her age, Mrs. Julia Heffly, wife of Mr. John Heffly. A special train will leave the foot of Eighth Street at 2 p.m. today for Villa Ridge. Friends and acquaintances of the family are invited to attend.
The sympathy of all will be with the husband in his great affliction. Only four days ago the paper gave notice of their marriage that took place on the 5th inst., and today the young wife will be laid in the silent city of the dead to rest forever.
It is with regret that The Bulletin announces the sudden death of Mr. John C. White, one of Cairo’s oldest and best-known citizens. The sad event occurred last Sunday at Chester, Ill., where he had gone with his family for a few weeks’ visit. He had not been entirely well for some time, but his ailment was not believed to be of a serious character. The first of last week word came here that he was seriously ill, but last Saturday he was believed to be out of all danger.
Mr. White was about sixty-seven years old, and had been a citizen of Cairo for many years. His remains arrived accompanied by his bereaved family, on the steamer City of Alton last evening, and a special train conveyed them and a large number of friends of the family to Villa Ridge where the last funeral rites were performed.
Wednesday, 12 Apr 1882:
Gov. Crittenden, of
Missouri, seems to have exceeded his authority in pardoning the Fords
and Little before their arrest and conviction. The difficulty might
be quietly settled by pardoning and paying somebody else to slaughter them,
and so on, in Kilkenny Cat style, till the state was rid of the whole crew.
Born at Stonington, Conn., April 26th, 1816. Died at Chester, Ill., April 9th, 1882, at nine o’clock a.m., on Easter Day. There can be no more fitting and appropriate time for passing from the church militant into the church triumphant, than upon the glad Easter morn, when millions hear the glad tidings, “He is risen.” At that beautiful hour, a faithful and devout churchman and a member of the vestry of the Church of the Redeemer of Cairo, Ill., for many years passed away from earth, awakening to an eternal Easter in the light of Paradise. His vacant seat in the little church which he loved, and which has had his faithful attendance for many years, may have held his invisible presence, as it tarried for a moment amid the perfume and fragrance of the Easter blossoms, and the sunshine, and Easter melody, to hear the fervent prayer responded to by friends and neighbors for his departing spirit. Daily for more than a week before the end came, both the invalid and his sorrowing family were comforted by the beautiful prayers for the sick, offered at his bedside, by the Rev. A. E. Wells, of St. Mark’s Church, Chester, who was unremitting in his kind attentions, and who read a short service before the removal of the remains to the steamer City of Alton, which conveyed them with the family to Cairo. Owing to the high water, it was deemed inexpedient to hold funeral services at the church, and they were concluded at Beech Grove Cemetery, to which many friends accompanied the sorrowing family. The Rev. F. P. Davenport, the rector of the Church of the Redeemer, officiated at the grave.
Mr. White came to Cairo in 1855, and was universally known and highly esteemed.
It was with sincere sorrow
that his friends gathered around his last resting place in the twilight
hour, and listened to the solemn yet comforting words of the burial
service. The fresh, green sod, the tender green of the early foliage, the
blossoming violets, and merry twitter of birds, the subtle sense of the
spring, all told with a blessed emphasis of consolation to the mourning
hearts of widow, children and friends and the sweet story of the
Resurrection. Leaving him peacefully sleeping, after the burden and toil of
life’s fitful fever, with the Easter flowers above him, the Easter joy about
him; they turned away with the glad blessed thought—“He is not here; he is
It was nearly 4 o’clock yesterday morning when the fire bells of the city sounded a vigorous alarm. The cause of the alarm was the burning of the Cairo Box and Basket Factory, which was totally destroyed, as were also the stables containing the mules and horses, and a two-story frame building across the street, in which a young boy tramp perished.
In searching through the ruins of the house after the fire was put out, the remains of a young boy were found, lying close to the large cooking stove which stood in the basement of the building. The boy had come to the house but a few days before, and had given his name as Logan Yarber. He had lived the life of a young tramp, having no employment and not place to stay. He had evidently lain down to sleep behind the stove and burned to death without awakening. His remains were placed in a box, and will be decently interred.
At a meeting of the vestry of the Church of the Redeemer, Cairo, Ills., held April 16th, 1882, the following preamble and resolutions were unanimously adopted, to wit:
Whereas, Our brother in Christ and fellow vestryman, John C. White, a faithful worker in the cause of the church, and a member of the vestry of the Parish, from its organization, hath, by divine will, been taken from the Church Militant into the Church Expectant, therefore be it
Resolved, That we desire to hereby testify to his worth, and place on record our sense of the loss sustained by his falling asleep; that not only hath this vestry lost a valued member, but the Parish a sound churchman, and the community an honored dignified Christian gentleman.
Resolved, That we tender to the family our heartfelt sympathy in their great sorrow, and commend them to the protection of the Divine Master.
Resolved, That these
resolutions be entered upon the records of the vestry, and that a copy be
sent the family, and also a copy to the “Living Church” and the Cairo
Bulletin for publication.
Yesterday forenoon the body of a dead negro was found under the sidewalk at the northwest corner of Sixth Street and Washington Avenue. The body was very much decomposed and the features of the face were barely recognizable. It was dressed in a gray shirt and brown jeans pants, and had a white cotton handkerchief around the neck. Coroner Richard Fitzgerald was immediately notified of the discovery and he immediately summoned a jury consisting of Messrs. J. T. Thomas, foreman; Nicholas Feith, Patrick Corcoran, Frank G. Metcalf, Ed. Jones and Marida Smith. Although a number of witnesses were examined nothing definite concerning the body could be learned, not even the name. The testimony which threw the most light upon the identity of the dead man was that of another negro, who said that he had seen the man about Bill Scott’s saloon last week’ but that the man was a stranger in town and known to few if any. There were no evidences of violence upon the body, although it had been reported that the skull was broken. The jury’s verdict was that deceased came to his death by drowning or other causes unknown. The probability that death resulted from drowning is very strong, as it is but within the last ten days that a pond of water which has stood under the sidewalk to the depth of several feet has disappeared. It is likely that while under the influence of liquor the man fell into the pond and drowned.
Last evening shortly after five o’clock, Mrs. Zimmerman, the aged mother-in-law of Mr. Leo Klebb, died at the latter’s home on Sixth Street, between the avenues. She had been ill but a short time and, it was thought, not seriously. She was seventy-eight years of age. Of her funeral, which will probably take place tomorrow, further notice will be given. Mr. Klebb and family have the sympathy of their many friends in their bereavement.
Dora Zimmerman, at the residence of her son-in-law, Leo Klebb,
Friday evening, aged seventy-nine years. Funeral services will be held at
two o’clock this afternoon at residence of Leo Klebb, on Sixth
Street. Special train will leave foot of Sixth Street at 2:30 p.m. for
Villa Ridge. Friends of the family are invited to attend.
Some time ago the Bulletin contained a detailed account of the arrest in the eastern part of Tennessee of William T. Martin. Martin escaped from the Lebanon, Mo., jail, where he was under sentence of death for murder, through the instrumentality of the jailor’s niece. They eloped and going to Tennessee were married. While living in that state, Martin was arrested and taken back to Missouri. A Springfield, Mo., special to the Globe-Democrat tells the rest.
“On account of the glamour of romance surrounding the affair, the detail of the escape and elopement of William F. Martin with the sheriff’s niece from the Lebanon jail are familiar to all readers of the Globe-Democrat. When he thus escaped he was under sentence of death for the murder of George Miser, and his case was pending in the Supreme Court. The couple were captured in Tennessee, and Martin escaped again while on the way from St. Louis to Lebanon. A few months ago he was captured for the third time at his father’s house in Laclede County. Some time after the supreme court reversed and remanded his case, and his trial has been in progress the past week at Buffalo, Dallas County. Thursday night the jury returned a verdict of not guilty, and Martin walked forth a free man to greet his wife and twin babies near Lebanon.”
At the regular monthly meeting of the board of managers at Widows and Orphans Mutual Aid Society of Cairo, Ill., held on the second day of May A. D. 1882, Messrs. J. A. Goldstine, H. Leighton and Thomas Lewis were appointed a committee to prepare and report suitable resolutions in regard to the death of Brother White. The following preamble and resolutions were presented and unanimously adopted to wit:
Whereas, it has pleased an all Providence to call from our midst, Brother John C. White, who has been an active and zealous member of this society, from its organization, and while from home working in its interest, was stricken down with disease which terminated in death, therefore, be it
Resolved, that in his death this society has lost an appreciative Brother, this board an efficient member, the executive committee a valuable Secretary, the family a devout and indulgent husband and father, the church with which he has connected an ardent advocate, and this community an old settler and respected citizen.
Resolved, that we tender the bereaved widow and sorrow-stricken children and relatives, our sincere and heartfelt condolence.
Resolved, that these
proceedings be spread upon the records of this society and the secretary
transmit a copy to the family, also furnish copies to the papers of the city
N. B. Notwithstanding the
large corps of members in this board, this is the first death that has
occurred either of officers or managers.
Mr. Val Lynn, for
some time barkeeper for Mr. John Koehler, on Eighth Street, died at
his home in Cape Girardeau yesterday morning. He left here several weeks
ago to spend a little while in a pleasant visit at home. He was taken sick
about three weeks ago and never rose again. Mr. George Koehler paid
him a visit a few days ago and returned yesterday morning, leaving him in an
apparently convalescent condition. But yesterday evening he received a
dispatch announcing Mr. Lynn’s death.
(John Austin married Juliann Woodliff on 26 Aug 1866, in Massac Co., Ill. It is not certain whether this is the Mrs. John Austin referred to above.—Darrel Dexter)
A dispatch received by Mrs.
James Biggs yesterday states that Mink Mayfield, the murderer
of Mr. James Biggs, was captured a day or two ago by the sheriff of
El Paso, Texas. Mayfield was arrested in connection with another
fellow for some offense against the law there, and it was subsequently
learned that he was wanted here for the serious crime of murder. If the
dispatch speaks truly it is likely that he will soon be on his way here.
Mrs. Hutchinson, wife of Captain Jerry Hutchinson, mail agent on the Memphis and St. Louis packets, arrived at the Halliday yesterday to await the remains of her husband who was killed at Trinity, La., by one of the Atkinson brothers who are under sentence to be hung for killing a woman and child in Missouri not far from here. A reward was offered for their recapture and Captain Hutchinson, learning of their whereabouts, resolved to capture them and earn the reward. He had obtained a letter written by one of the Atkinson men since their escape and had also obtained a letter written by the same one before his escape, thus proving conclusively that the writer of the first letter was the man wanted.
He passed through here some days ago, having the necessary handcuffs, etc., and in conversation with Mr. Wright, of The Halliday, expressed the greatest confidence in his ability to capture the fugitives without much trouble, but his hopes were not realized. His remains are expected to arrive here today or tomorrow.
(The 9 Oct 1881 and 12 Oct 1881, issues identify the murderers as James C. Atkinson and Appleton Atkinson.—Darrel Dexter)
(John A. Poor married
Julia A. Jordan on 27 May 1866, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel
Died, at half past three o’clock p.m., Wednesday, Miss Mary Jordan, sister of Mrs. John A. Poore. Funeral services will be held at Mr. Poore’s residence on 11th Street at half past one, this afternoon. Special funeral train will leave foot of Eighth Street at two p.m. for Villa Ridge. Friends of the family are invited to attend.
(A marker in Cairo City
Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads: Mary J. Jordan Born March 14, 1839,
Died May 17, 1882.—Darrel Dexter)
At a meeting of the Ladies Society of the German Lutheran church the following resolutions of respect in regard to the death of Dorethea Zimmerman, were adopted.
Whereas, It hath pleased the Almighty God, our Heavenly Father, to take from our midst our beloved sister, Dorethea Zimmerman, therefore be it
Resolved, That in the death of our sister, the Society has lost one of its devoted members, the children an affectionate mother whose loss will be severely felt.
Resolved, That these
resolutions be spread on record and the usual badge of mourning worn for
thirty days and a copy be sent to the children, and also published in the
“Mrs. Safford is the widow of the late A. B. Safford, Esq., of Cairo, who died suddenly and unexpectedly in Burlington, Vt., in 1877. His death was felt as a personal loss by every man, woman and child in Cairo. They felt that take him for all in all, they ne’er would look upon his like again.’ Noted for his devotion to his family, his friends and his business, and for a single-hearted interest in the public schools of his town, he had also sincere and unalterable attachment for his ‘lodge.’ Mrs. Safford’s gift is a beautiful expression of her reverence for this sentiment, and as such is evidently fully appreciated by the recipients.”
(The 3 Jun 1882, Jonesboro Gazette gives her name as
Kittie O’Donnell.—Darrel Dexter)
By the falling of a brick
wall of the small house, which is being torn down in order to make room for
Mr. C. R. Woodward’s large storehouse on Commercial Avenue, a little
white boy who was playing near it was seriously injured yesterday
afternoon. Men were at work taking down the wall and in order to hasten the
work made preparations to push it down entire. Just as they were in the act
of pushing it over, the boy came running toward it, and it caught him and
bore him to the ground. He was quickly rescued and taken to his home in the
Clark block on Ohio Levee. Dr. G. G. Parker was summoned and he
found that the little fellow was very badly injured. Both the boy’s arms
were lacerated and bruised, a bad gash extended from his nose across the
forehead to the top of the head, penetrating the scalp clear to the skull, a
rupture of the lungs had resulted which caused him to spit blood
frequently. Dr. Parker gave him all the aid that surgical and
medical skill can give, and though the boy is dangerously hurt, there are
hopes of his recovery. The boy is but ten years old. His name is Charley
Died, yesterday morning, at
the residence of her mother, on Twentieth Street between Washington Avenue
and Poplar Street, Mrs. Nina C. J. Willis, at the age of nineteen
years. Funeral services will be held at the Church of the Redeemer at 2:30
o’clock and funeral train will leave the foot of Fourteenth Street at 3
o’clock this afternoon. The remains will be interred at Beech Grove.
Friends are invited.
(The 17 Sep 1882, issue
identified the women as Martha Hitchcock and Rosetta Calahan.—Darrel
(A marker in Cobden Cemetery
in Union Co., Ill., reads: Charlie Bell (no dates).—Darrel Dexter)
A white man named Alexander Kehrt was drowned in the Ohio River opposite the cotton compress yesterday morning. He was a watchman of the coal barge fleet lying in the river at that point and while working around there, he and another man soiled their clothing very much. When they had finished their work they concluded that the quickest way to cleanse their clothing would be to take a bath in the river with it on. Accordingly they both entered a skiff and rowed some distance out into the river. Both swam and they both jumped out together. The skiff floated away from them and they could not catch it and in their endeavor to swim ashore Kehrt was drowned.
was a German about forty years of age. He was known as an honest,
hardworking man. He leaves a wife and child, who live on a neat little
flatboat near where their husband and father was drowned. The body had not
been recovered last evening.
A dispatch from Vicksburg, under date of the 14th instant, says:
A fatal shooting affray occurred here today between John Ryan and Jesse Mahaffey, both of whom were largely engaged in the lumber business. The dispute which led to the killing was occasioned by a demand of a settlement on the part of Ryan. Mahaffey closed in on Ryan, and was about to strike him when the latter drew a pistol and fired, resulting in the killing of his antagonist. Mahaffey, although shot through the forepart of the head, lived for several hours, but died this evening, after great pain and suffering. Ryan was arrested and placed in jail to await a preliminary trial tomorrow.
Jesse’s tragic death will
shock his many friends in this city. He was a rough, powerful man, and if
it is true that he closed in upon Ryan, it is probable that it meant
life for life. He had amassed some property in Vicksburg during his stay
Drowned on Wednesday, June
14th, at Kehrt’s barge yard at the upper Wabash incline in this city,
Alex Kehrt, aged twenty-six years, five feet inches high, stout
build, dark brown hair, short cut, light mustache, the letter “A” stamped on
left arm, dressed in light summer pants, checked cottonade shirt, new
suspenders, no shoes, nor vest. The above reward will be paid upon delivery
of body at Cairo.
(The 1 Jul 1882, and 8 Jul
1882, Jonesboro Gazette reported that James W. Bayles was
murdered by Tom Church.—Darrel Dexter)
(The accused’s name was
Samuel Redden.—Darrel Dexter)
Died, yesterday morning at his residence on Poplar, above Eighteenth Street, Mr. I. B. Ostrander. Funeral services will be held at the residence at twelve o’clock today by Rev. B. Y. George. Train will leave the foot of Fourteenth Street, for Villa Ridge at one o’clock. Friends of the family are invited.
All members of the Delta
Fire Company are requested to be on hand, at the engine house, promptly at
12:30 o’clock today, to attend the funeral of our deceased member, I. B.
Mr. Ostrander has
been suffering for years with asthma and rheumatism, and met, within the
last few years, with several accidents form the effects of which he was
still suffering at the time of his death. He has been almost entirely
helpless for some time, but still managed to be about the streets until
recently. His death will be regarded with general sorrow.
A white man named Daniel Steele, who was in the city Saturday and on his way home in a wagon, during the storm on Saturday evening, is said to have been seriously injured by a falling tree. He lives about six miles above town, and the accident occurred not far from his home.
A negro named Silas Poston and his wife, living about half a mile south of Beech Ridge, were out in the storm a short distance from their home. They heard the crackling of limbs overhead, and ran to avoid the falling tree, only to be caught by another, just ahead, which buried them, killing the man and injuring the woman. The man’s arm was broken above the elbow, and the bones driven into his side, crushing through the ribs, and killing him almost instantly. The woman’s arm was also broken, and she was badly bruised about the head. Coroner Fitzgerald gave the dead man needed attention Sunday.
(Silas Posten married
Anna Troutman on 1 Apr 1879, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)
Wednesday, 21 Jun 1882:
Died—At 4:30 yesterday morning, June 20th, of cholera infantum, little Herman, son of Harris and Hermine Schulze, aged eleven months and six days. Funeral will start from Eighth and Levee at 2 o’clock p.m. today (Wednesday). Services at the home an hour earlier. Friends of the family are invited.
married Hermine A. Lohr on 21 Nov 1878, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel
DIED—Yesterday afternoon, at three o’clock, Irby, the infant son of Mr. and Mrs. H. E. Ince. Services will be held at the residence on Tenth Street, at 1:30 o’clock by Rev. Scarrett. Special train will leave foot of Eighth Street at 2 p.m. for Villa Ridge. Friends of the family are invited to attend.
(Horace E. Ince
married Lenore B. Comings on 25 Jun 1878, in Alexander Co., Ill. A
marker in Cairo City Cemetery reads: Irby son of H. E. & L. Ince,
Died June 21, 1882, Aged 10 Mos., 24 Days.—Darrel Dexter)
At St. Louis, June 22d,
1882, Albert Antrim, Jr., son of Mr. and Mrs. A. W. Antrim,
age 2 years. With us for twenty-four anxious months, and then he bade
farewell to earth and went to live in heaven.
(A marker in Calvary
Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads: Bridget Coyle Died July 24, 1882 Aged
43 Yrs. Timothy Coyle Died March 10, 1875 Aged 38 Yrs. William
Edward, son of Timothy & Bridget Coyle Died Aug. 11, 1875 Aged 1 Yr.,
11 Mos., 20 Days.—Darrel Dexter)
ten minutes past three o’clock, on Saturday morning, June 24th, 1882, after
a painful illness, Mrs. Bridget Coyle, aged forty-four years
(formerly of Villa Ridge). The funeral will start from her residence on
Commercial Avenue, between Twentieth and Twenty-first streets, this city, at
half past one o’clock, this Sunday afternoon, and proceed to St. Joseph’s
Catholic Church, and thence to Fourteenth Street and Levee, and from there
to Villa Ridge by special train. The friends of the deceased are
respectfully invited to attend.
A special from Mount Vernon under date of Sunday, says: “A dispatch was received here today from Eureka Springs, Ark., announcing that Hon. John Q. Harmon died at that place at 5 o’clock this morning. He left here for Eureka Springs about ten days ago, and although he had been in poor health for some time, an uneasiness was felt and he was well enough to travel unattended. Yesterday morning his wife received a telegram from Eureka Springs stating he was dangerously ill, and she left on the afternoon train, but could not reach there before this afternoon. The immediate cause of his death was Bright’s disease. The funeral services will be held in this place probably Wednesday.
“Mr. Harmon was perhaps an extensively known as any man in Southern Illinois. He has held nearly every office in Alexander County, was secretary of the constitutional convention of 1862, and also of the convention that adopted the present state constitution, and in 1878 was elected clerk of the appellate court for the Fourth District for the term of six years.”
Mr. Harmon is known
to have been suffering from Bright’s disease for a number of years, but it
was only recently that danger was apprehended. he went to St. Louis and
consulted an eminent physician there, who told him that all his vitals were
seriously affected and recommended Eureka Springs as a possible means of
cure. Mr. Harmon took the physician’s advice several weeks ago, and
it was thought that he was improving up to within a few days ago. His death
will be regretted by every citizen of Cairo who knew him. About a dozen
citizens of Cairo will be in Mt. Vernon to attend the funeral.
In the circuit court special
term held in Jonesboro before Judge Browning Monday, the case of
Samuel Hazel, held for the murder of little Mollie Dalton,
came up for trial. The indictment, which was very incomplete, was quashed,
the prisoner was remanded to jail and a venire issued for a grand jury,
returnable Tuesday at 10 o’clock.
Friday, 30 Jun 1882:
Tuesday, 4 Jul 1882:
After the shooting of
Gardner by Kilgore, a reward of two hundred dollars was offered
for the latter’s capture. Last Saturday Marshal Bryant and Constable
Spaulding, of Columbus, together with a number of brave citizens,
having heard that Kilgore was lurking in the vicinity of Belmont,
determined to make an attempt to capture him. They went to Belmont and
hunted through the town and immediate vicinity without finding any traces of
their man, but were told that, as a brother of his lived in a little
settlement on the Iron Mountain road called Axtell, it was probable that he
had taken refuge there. The party made its way to Axtell, which is about
six miles from Belmont, and found a number of houses. They searched through
them all but found them all empty, but one—the last one. This was said also
to be empty by a negro standing near, but the party was determined to make a
thorough search. The house was an L shaped house, with three rooms,
standing near a small thicket. It had one front door and two back doors,
all of which were closed. Constable Spaulding went to the front door
and sought entrance there, while Marshal Bryant and two other men
watched the rear and sides. Marshal Bryant and one man watched the
two back doors, but the man left Bryant and went around the front way
to see what Spaulding was doing, and while Bryant was alone,
Kilgore, who had dropped through a hole in the floor, came out from
under the house behind Bryant and immediately cocked his pistol and
fired, just as Bryant, having heard the click of the weapon, turned.
The ball entered Bryant’s right side near and just below the shoulder
and lodged in the back just below the shoulder blade, causing a very serious
though not a fatal wound. Bryant sent a wild shot after Kilgore,
as the latter, in his shirtsleeves, bare headed and in stocking feet fled
toward the little thicket nearby. The shots of course called all the party
to the back of the house, but too late to give pursuit with any probability
of success. Marshal Bryant was conveyed to Columbus, and his father,
Dr. J. H. Bryant, of this city, was notified, who went down early
Sunday morning to give surgical and medical attention. Marshal Bryant
is about twenty-five years old and a young man of more than ordinary
A dispatch received here by Messrs. Barclay Bros. yesterday forenoon announced the death at Joliet of Mr. S. S. Torry, of this city. The sad event occurred about eight o’clock yesterday morning in the presence of the brother and sister of the deceased.
Mr. Torry was taken sick with malarial fever about six weeks ago and had recovered from the disease, but was still very weak and unable to recover entirely, when it was decided that a change of air would accomplish his entire recovery and he was taken a few days ago by his brother. Arrived at Joliet, Mr. Torry seemed to be doing very well, the journey not seeming to have affected him injuriously. The sick man ate very little; he had not enough vigor to recover from the effects of the fever and sank gradually and he died as one would go to sleep. Mrs. Torry left on the four o’clock train yesterday morning. The remains will probably be interred today at Joliet.
Mr. Torry was a member of the Knights of Honor and of the Knights of the Golden Rule and his life was insured for about twenty-five hundred dollars.
Mrs. Torry will
return to Cairo and make her permanent home here.
The following letter
received at this office a day or two ago explains itself:
Please insert in your paper the following lines:
“Some seventeen years ago my daughter, Sarah A. Hazzard, left here and last heard from her was at Cairo, Ills., and I have not heard from her for sixteen years. She then said she had married a man by the name of William Minard, and as there is a good sum of money coming to her from her mother’s estate, the administrator and myself would like to find where she is. Any person knowing where she is, will do me a kindness by answering me and give me her address.
When she first left here, she left under the name of Sarah A. Hooker, as she was a widow, when she left, but her maiden name was Sarah A. Hazzard.
Address me at once, if any
person should read this and know of her whereabouts and oblige.
(There are two marriages for
William Minard in Alexander County: to Martha Ann Taylor on
14 Nov 1864, and to Emma Geder on 22 Dec 1869.—Darrel Dexter)
Died, yesterday afternoon, at the age of seven months and thirteen days, Charles, the son of Charles and Nellie Hewitt. Funeral will leave the residence on Fifth Street, near Washington Avenue, at 1:30 o’clock for St. Patrick’s Church, where services will be held. A special train will leave the foot of Eighth Street at 2 o’clock for Villa Ridge, where the remains will be interred.
(Charles W. Hewitt
married Nellie Mecham on 25 Jul 1881, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel
“This afternoon about 2 o’clock, a dozen boys ranging in age from ten to thirteen years, were in swimming at what is known as Rice’s Point, when a tragical accident happened. It seems that all the boys but one, John H. Hoofstitler, could swim, and they rowed a few rods into the stream in a skiff. The boys say they protested strongly against his jumping from the boat, but after the rest had all dived from it, he said he could swim ashore, and plunged in. He soon began to sink. One of the boys said he went to him and offered assistance, but he did not accept it. He soon sank from sight. The boys gave the alarm and a crowd speedily gathered. The river has been dragged and hooks have been used ever since in search of his body, but up to this hour, 4:40 p.m., the search has been unavailing. John was a bright, intelligent lad, who will be remembered by Sterling people, as one who took part in the different public exercises of the Second Ward school. He was about twelve years of age and the oldest son of his parents, whose grief at the untimely death of their boy is without comfort. Every effort has been used by Mr. Hoofstitler to find the body. Last night a cannon was fired at regular intervals. At this hour, 5 p.m., June 30, all efforts have proved unavailing.”
In a note to Rev. George
dated July 2d, Mr. Hoofstitler says that no tidings of the body had
then been received.
A dispatch received by Dr. J. H. Bryant yesterday evening, dated Columbus, July 6th, 4:35 p.m. said: “John better. Kilgore found dead near place of encounter.”
Later in the evening Messrs. Hannon & Co. received a postal card from Mrs. Gardner, wife of Kilgore’s first victim, which said: “Kilgore is dead—died from the effects of the shot John Bryant gave him Saturday night. His body was found yesterday by some children in an orchard back of Belmont. Mr. Spaulding and others from Columbus went over and identified the body.”
It seems that, after all,
Marshal Bryant’s shot took effect and did noble work in that it rid
this world of another of its bloodthirsty human fiends. Marshal Bryant
was confident that his shot had taken effect in Kilgore’s body, for,
he says, Kilgore was but about four feet from him when he fired,
pointing his pistol squarely and steadily at the murderer’s breast. From
the circumstances under which the body was found, it is judged that
Kilgore, believing that he was not mortally wounded, sought to escape by
hiding in the brush, but death overtook him before he had gone very far from
where he had fired his last evil shot, and he fell and expired alone. His
body, half clad and dirty and horribly mutilated by hogs, was found by a
number of colored children where it probably would have been found on the
day he was shot had search been made for him, but those who were with
Marshal Bryant very properly gave all their attention to their brave,
wounded, young leader. Marshal Bryant has now captured and wounded
or killed three or four desperate murderers in the vicinity where he is an
officer, and the people there have very properly come to regard him as a
young man of nerve and good judgment, who fills a dangerous position with
much credit to himself and benefit to the people.
The brutes who committed the horrible murder of old man Bugles, near Vienna, Johnson County, a short time ago have all been captured. There are four in number and were the immediate neighbors of their poor old victim. Three of them were under arrest immediately after the murder, but were released because no evidence against them could be obtained. Another neighbor arrested yesterday, who was led to believe that evidence against him was sufficiently strong to convict him, confessed the crime, implicating the three who had been previously arrested and released. All four are now under arrest and will be either mobbed or tried according as the people of Johnson County are satisfied or dissatisfied with the administration of the criminal laws in that vicinity.
(The 17 Jun 1882, and
subsequent issues give the murdered man’s name as James W. Bayles.—Darrel
“The body of Kilgore,
badly eaten by the hogs, was found Wednesday (yesterday) evening, by some
negroes. The life of this bad man was brought to an end by a pistol shot
from Marshal Bryant, as was supposed above. The ball entered the
body just below the right nipple, and the man had been dead for several
days. He ran about 200 yards from the scene of the fight with our officers,
and crawled over a fence, into a field, and died unseen or uncared
for—thereby paying the penalty of his great crime. A coroner’s inquest was
held over the remains this (Thursday) morning, but we have not heard the
report, nor disposition to be made of the corpse. Thus ends a dreadful
tragedy enacted almost in our midst—two men shot and killed, and another
Samuel Stillman Torrey
was born in Providence, Rhode Island, June 14th, 1827. He was the son of
Dr. D. H. and Maria S. Torrey and a great-grandson of Rev. Dr.
Stillman, former pastor of the First Baptist Church of Boston, Mass. He
came to Cairo in the summer of 1873 and took a position with the wholesale
drug store of Barclay Brothers, in which he proved himself fully
competent and in every way of confidence. During his illness he was taken
to Joliet, in hope that he would be benefited by the change of climate. He,
however, lived but a few days after reaching there, his death occurring at
the residence of his brother, E. M. Torrey, Esq., on July 3d. His
remains, accompanied by his wife and eldest son, were taken to Alton, his
former home, and there interred in the family burying ground July 6th,
1882. Mr. Torrey was an educated gentleman, courteous and pleasant
in all the relations of life. He had made many friends in Cairo, and passed
from our midst regretted by all who knew him. He had wisely secured such
life insurance as will prove valuable aid to his surviving wife and
children. Mrs. Torrey, we learn, will continue to make her home in
JONESBORO, Ill., July
17.—Anderson Jones, of Anna, met with a serious accident at 6 o’clock
p.m. today. A runaway team ran the pole of the wagon into the rear of his
horse, killing the horse, throwing Jones over upon the gravel road
and fracturing his skull. Little hopes are entertained of his recovery.
(The 22 Jul 1882,
Jonesboro Gazette reported that Anderson Jones, aged about 60
years, died 18 Jul 1882, and that in April 1882 he had killed his son in
Tuesday afternoon, 18th inst., at 4 o’clock, Mr. Joseph Manahan, long
a citizen of Cairo, in the seventy-fourth year of his age. The funeral will
take place from St. Patrick’s Church, thence to Villa Ridge, this day, July
19th, at 2 o’clock p.m. Friends of the family respectfully invited.
(Mr. Jones was
Anderson Jones. The 22 Jul 1882, and 29 Jul 1882,
Jonesboro Gazette reported that John J. McIntosh died 17 Jul
1882, when he was returning from the mill four miles east of Ullin, and was
buried in Auburn Cemetery.—Darrel Dexter)
People in the vicinity of Messrs. Barclay Bros., Ohio levee drug store last night about eight o’clock were startled by the announcement that young Henry A. De LaMot, for sometime porter in the wholesale house of this firm, had taken poison and was lying at the point of death. Enquiry proved that the announcement was true. Young LaMot had taken, if his own statement, smilingly made to Mr. James Barclay, be true, fifteen grain of strychnine in a glass with water, and a few moments later he lay on his bed, his frame racked with violent spasms and his mind in a stupor from which it never awakened.
The circumstances of the affair are briefly told. During the day, LaMot had told Messrs. Barclay and the clerks in the store that he would commit suicide. He did so in a manner which did not excite any apprehension on the part of anyone, and his threat was replied to with some light remark. But he made his preparations during the afternoon. He took a bath and got his clean wash and dressed himself up in his best clothes. About eight o’clock he was seen to go upstairs to his room over the store, carrying a basket containing his clothes in one hand and a glass of water in the other. Mr. James Barclay was the only one who gave the young man’s threats to kill himself any serious thought. He noticed LaMot’s absence from the store, made inquiry and learned that he was upstairs in his room. He went upstairs and called, but got no answer; he went to LaMot’s room and opened the door just in time to see him swallow a glass of water. Being asked what he had done, LaMot smiled, threw up both hands and said: “I have taken fifteen grains of poison and I’m going to die.” Mr. Barclay saw at a glance that the young man meant what he said; he hurried downstairs, sent clerks in different directions for physicians and sent one upstairs, who found LaMot lying at full length on his bed, eyes closed, hands over his chest, and singing, in a low voice a German funeral hymn. The song was suddenly smothered in groans, the face became distorted, every muscle in his body began to quiver and in a few moments more a series of horrible spasms tore every limb and threw the dying man violently about the bed in spite of the efforts of the clerk and several other assistants to hold him down. Strong emetics were administered with much difficulty, but they had no effect and a few minutes later the death struggle was over. Coroner Fitzgerald was notified who took charge of the remains and will have them decently interred early this morning.
was a very intelligent young man; he was able to speak seven different
languages and was a Latin scholar. He was an Alsacean. His father was a
minister under Louis Napoleon during the Franco-Prussian war and after the
war which ended so disastrously for that monarch, his father lost his
position, his property in Alsace was confiscated and he had to remove to
Wurtemberg, where his wife had a fine estate. Young De LaMot got
into some trouble, the nature of which he never told to anyone here, but
which compelled him to flee the country and come here, he said. He came to
New York about three years ago, went from there to Cincinnati, then to St.
Louis, then to New Orleans, then to Galveston, where he was employed in the
surgical department of a hospital, then to Mexico where he was likewise
employed, and after visiting several other places, came here. Shortly after
his arrival here, he applied to Dr. Dunning for a situation, saying
that he intended to become a physician and would do any kind of work about
the office if the Dr. would allow him access to the library. The Dr. had no
use for him, but recommended him to Mr. Breihan, who employed him a
while. About four months ago he went to work for Messrs. Barclay
Bros. as porter. He evidently felt out of place, for he always wanted to do
work about the house which he did not understand and showed a dislike for
the work for which he had been employed. He expressed himself as
discouraged in his effort to master the medical profession, and began to
drink some and to use morphine. His idea of death was very materialistic as
was evident from his conversations on that point with some of his friends.
He had not corresponded with his relatives at home since his arrival here
and did not want them to know where he was. He has two sisters, three
brothers, and father and mother living in Wurtemberg, who have doubtless
grieved much over his absence, who certainly prized his life much more
highly than he did and who will be shocked beyond measure if the news of his
terrible death reaches them.
A dispatch received here
from Memphis by Mr. William Lonergan Friday forenoon, told him that
his son William E. Lonergan, who was in the employ of Messrs.
Smith & Bethune as cashier in a store on a new railroad being
built from Kansas City to Memphis, was very sick. Mr. Lonergan
started at once for Memphis and thence for the station on the road where the
store is located, and returned Sunday, to the surprise of all, with the
remains of his son who had died before his father got to his bedside. A
special train Sunday afternoon conveyed all that was left of young Will
Lonergan to Villa Ridge for interment.
Will Lonergan was
twenty-two years old. He had been raised in this city and had many
friends. His death is regretted by all, and the afflicted parents have the
deep sympathy of the entire community.
(A notice in the same issue
gives the man’s name as William A. David.—Darrel Dexter)
Yesterday morning about 4 o’clock, Con. Galigher, an employee in the Illinois Central railroad company’s yards uptown, was run over by a freight train and injured so that he died within an hour and a half afterwards. He had been in the employ of the company at East Cairo for some years as car carpenter, but when the two roads were consolidated under one management, he was transferred to Cairo and, owing to his age and a sore foot from which he suffered much, he was put on the watch. Yesterday morning early he had wandered about much, was tired and was suffering more than usual with his foot. He sat down on a sidetrack near one of the freight sheds to rest and had sat there but a short while when, by jarring of the track, he was made aware that a freight car was approaching. He rose immediately, but owing to his sore foot, he was unable to jump aside in time to allow the car to pass. He was struck, knocked across the track and the car passed over him near the hips, very nearly cutting him in twain. Strange as it may appear the other employees in the yards took immediate charge of the horribly mutilated man and transported him to St. Mary’s Infirmary, where under the best surgical and medical treatment that could be procured, the poor old man died about an hour and a half afterwards fully conscious to the last and able before he died to give an account of how the terrible accident happened.
The remains were yesterday conveyed to the home of his sister on Eleventh Street, between Walnut and Cedar streets, from whence they will be buried today. The funeral will leave the house at 1 o’clock for St. Patrick’s Church, where services will be held over them, and from which they will be taken to the train which will leave the foot of Eighth Street at two o’clock for Villa Ridge where the remains will be interred.
Mr. Galigher was an uncle of Mrs. George G. Wichert. He had lived long in Cairo and was generally and favorably known.
(George G. Wichert
married Kate Foley on 3 Dec 1877, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel
A dispatch received here from the president of the Anchor line company at St. Louis, about 8 o’clock last night, by Captain Shields, stated that the steamer Gold Dust had blown up near Hickman and requested him to summon surgical assistance and go down to the scene of the disaster immediately. Capt. Shields chartered the steam tug Ariadne and accompanied by Drs. C. W. Dunning and G. G. Parker went down, leaving here about 8:30 o’clock.
Subsequent dispatches stated that up to that time it was known that seventeen persons had been killed outright and about forty wounded. The accident happened about three hundred yards above Hickman. The boat was on her way up in the command of Captain McCord.
Gold Dust was not an old boat and her boilers were pronounced entirely
safe when last inspected. Her capacity was about twelve hundred tons.
After the explosion she caught fire and burned to the water’s edge.
Wednesday, 9 Aug 1882:
The account of the explosion Monday night, near Hickman, Ky., of the boilers of the steamer Gold Dust, given in yesterday's Bulletin, was confirmed so far as it went by the full developments of yesterday, about twelve o'clock, when the steamer City of Alton arrived at our wharf, having aboard nearly all that were saved from the catastrophe.
When the tug Ariadne, having aboard Drs. Parker and Dunning, Capt. Shields and Mr. Sol. Silver and others, arrived at Hickman Monday night, they found everything in better condition than they had expected. The wrecked steamer was no more, having been destroyed by fire after the explosion, the dead and wounded, such as could be found, had all been taken ashore and given all possible care and comfort by the citizens of Hickman, who transformed their private and public houses into hospitals and themselves into nurses for the time being. But yet there was much to do. Dr. Farris, a big-hearted, one-armed physician, and surgeon, of Hickman, had been very active, but Dr. Parker and Dunning found their hands full also, and they did much good work, as did also Capt. Shields in the way of directing preparations for the removal of the helplessly injured.
The steamer Alton arrived at Hickman about 1 o'clock yesterday morning. She was not heavily laden and had but few passengers. Her cabin was cleared of the furniture, mattresses were spread upon the floor and the wounded were carefully carried aboard to be conveyed to their homes in this city and in St. Louis. The boat came here, running very carefully and making no intermediate landings. She came in sight here about 11:30 o'clock and immediately people from every part of the city flocked to the levee. The flag on her jack staff was at half-mast. She came up very slowly without the usual long blowing of the whistle and landed about 12 o'clock, touching the wharf almost without a jar. Chief Myers and officers Martin, Mahanny and Wims were on hand and kept the crowd, which was by this time several thousand strong, from boarding the boat. And no efforts were made to get aboard. All crowded on the outer guard of the wharfboat, but stood there quietly; there was no bustling, no loud voices, no laughter, not a smiling face. Rough men talked in whispers—the horror of the occasion was reflected in every face in that great crowd, tears filled the eyes of some, deeply sympathy spoke in every movement.
The boat lay here an hour and a half, receiving medicines, ice, provisions and other necessaries. while she lay here, three of the wounded were brought ashore and taken to the hospital. The names of three of them were William Hall, Al Hill and Jeff Walker—all negroes. They were badly scalded about the hands and arms, chests and heads. They were brought down from the cabin on litters, carefully laid in ambulances, of which over a dozen were in waiting, and conveyed to the marine hospital station. One of them, however, Jeff Walker, died before he reached the hospital. A fourth, whose name we did not learn, died before he was taken from the boat, was placed in the hands of the undertaker and was buried at the seven-mile graveyard yesterday evening. One of the two who were taken to the hospital, William Hall, col., has a family living here. He is very badly scalded about the face, neck and head and seemed to be in greater mental agony than the others, for he groaned and raved almost incessantly.
A view of the cabin of the Alton soon after she landed here, was heart rending. There were fifteen men lying in cots and upon mattresses on the floor. Nearly all as still as though dead, with eyes closed, faces bruised and red and swollen in some cases, almost beyond human semblance, hands and arms bandaged, and bodies covered with cloths and blankets saturated in liniments. But they were receiving the best of care. Two young ladies in particular—one of them a passenger on the steamer Alton, a Miss Coffee, of St. Louis, the other one of the fortunate rescued from the ill fated Gold Dust, a Miss Smith, of Troy, Penn., deserve special mention in this connection. They moved about among the mangled, suffering men like ministering angels, dressing their wounds with gentle hands, cooling their fevered brows, giving water to the thirsty, applying medicine and speaking words of cheer to those who could understand. The officers of the City of Alton are fervent in their praise of those young ladies and with good cause. The names of the fifteen were as follows:
James Gee, John O'Neil, Lem Gray, Stephen Stetson, Nathaniel Horrs, Patrick Fitzgerald, Thomas Beck, Henry Evans, James Welsh, Solomon Price, Henry Burdolf, Peter Randolph, Jefferson Walker, Albert Hill and William Hall.
These fifteen were all helplessly injured, but their injuries consisted almost exclusively of scalds, more or less extensive. Several were raw all over, and were unconscious and not expected to live. There were about an equal number of others on board, who were less severely injured, and who, with arms or heads or hands bandaged, were moving about the boat nursing themselves. The boat left here about 1:30 o'clock for St. Louis.
At the time of the catastrophe there were on the boat 38 deck hands, 14 general officers, 16 cabin officers, 16 cabin passengers and 25 deck passengers—a total of 109 people. At Hickman were left 13 dead and 12 wounded; the Alton brought up 64 in all making a total of 89 and leaving 20 to yet be accounted for. Of the officers of the Gold Dust nearly all were more or less injured, and two, the barkeeper and third clerk were killed. Pilot Lem Gray who was off watch, Captain McCord, First Clerk Henry Deitrich, and second Clerk John Laugolis, were all scalded but not seriously, and second mate Garl Dunham was bruised about the arms and chest.
The cause of the explosion is of course unknown as usual. The boilers were full of water , the steam was not above the general gauge, the boilers were in good condition, all who had charge of the craft's boilers were on duty and had just inspected everything and ground all as it should be when the explosion occurred—nobody was to blame. When the explosion occurred the boat had left the wharf at Hickman but a few minutes. It was seen and heard by nearly every citizen there, all of whom gathered on the riverbank. To the fishermen at the bank is due the credit of bringing the wrecked and burning boat ashore and thus enabling nearly all the passengers to escape both flames and water. They took ropes out in skiffs, fastened them to the boat, and people standing on the shore caught the other ends and pulled the burning wreck into shore.
Thursday, 10 Aug 1882:
Our old friend Dr.
Bradley left home last Wednesday morning for Dixon Springs, but he could
not stand the ride from Vienna, and as the stage left him he breathed his
last. He was a jovial old soul as ever lived. His many friends cautioned
him on leaving, that they thought he had better stay at home, but as he did
not return Friday night we knew he was gone. He left his family well
supplied. “Oh how the frost twenty will miss home.”
(The 19 Aug 1882, Jonesboro Gazette reported that Douglas
Hathcock was murdered by James Goodman in a saloon at Ullin on
12 Aug 1882.—Darrel Dexter)
Whereas, It hath pleased God in his infinite wisdom to take from us our dearly beloved, S. S. Torry, whose noble and genial qualities endeared him closely to members of this lodge, therefore be it
Resolved, That we desire to express our appreciation of his many good qualities of mind and heart and to pay our humble tribute to his memory. He was a kind friend, loving and devoted husband and father. As a citizen he was honest, upright and just.
Resolved, That we deeply deplore and mourn his loss and extend to the bereaved widow and family our warmest sympathy.
Resolved, That these resolutions be entered upon the records of this lodge and that a copy be sent to the widow and family.
Resolved, That each member
wear the usual badge of mourning for thirty days and that the lodge room be
draped for the same length of time.
Last Sunday Mr. Davis A. Burns died at his home in Hodges Park, this county, at the age of nearly eighty-eight years. He would have been eighty-eight years old on the 25th day of September. He came to this country something over forty years ago and settled at Hodges Park, and has lived there ever since. He was a soldier under General Jackson and was very sensitive on that great man’s reputation for bravery. He has been a prosperous farmer. He leaves only a second wife, who is some years his junior.
(David A. Burns
married Mary S. Barney on 2 Feb 1870, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel
Mr. Charles B. Newland, an old citizen of Cairo, died at St. Mary’s infirmary yesterday morning. He died of typhoid fever with which he had been suffering for several weeks. His remains were taken to Villa Ridge and buried yesterday forenoon.
Mr. Newland was a
bachelor and about fifty years of age. He was an engineer and a machinist
of ability and had for many years devoted himself to the pursuit of the
latter trade. More recently he formed a partnership with Mr. Louis
Herbert and put up waterworks on a small scale at the corner of Tenth
Street and Ohio Levee, from which he supplied water carts and several huge
sprinklers used by the firm in wetting down some of the principal streets of
the city. Mr. Newland was an active workman in whatever he
undertook. He was favorably known and his death will be regretted.
Tuesday afternoon a man came to this city on the Iron Mountain railroad and put up at the Planters’ House where he registered as J. P. Lamb, of Chicago. About 4 o’clock in the afternoon he said he was not well and asked to be shown to his room, which was done. About 7 o’clock at night one of the bell boys who had been waiting on him reported to the clerk that the man was in a very bad condition and the clerk visited him and found him in cramps and unable to speak. A physician was immediately sent for and the man’s wife and daughter, at Chicago, were telegraphed for. The physician pronounced the sick man afflicted with congestive chills, and beyond hope of recovery, and at five o’clock yesterday morning the man died in his room at the hotel.
Mr. Lamb was a traveling agent for Mathews & Co., a commission firm of Chicago, and had been in Kentucky and Mississippi drumming up the watermelon trade for the house. He had been for some time afflicted with an intestinal disorder and had not taken proper care of himself. There is not a particle of truth in the rumor in circulation yesterday forenoon, that the man had committed suicide by taking laudanum. A reply to the dispatch sent to Mrs. Lamb was received yesterday afternoon, and it requested that her husband’s remains be placed in the morgue until further orders. It was expected that she would arrive on the afternoon train yesterday, but she did not.
LATER: A dispatch was
received last night from Chicago by the officers of the Planters’ House,
requesting that the corpse of Mr. Lamb be sent by express to that
city. A fine coffin was therefore purchased, the remains properly dressed
and placed in the coffin, and sent to Chicago early this morning.
A dispatch received here by Circuit Clerk Irvin, Wednesday night, stated that Thomas McClure, of Clear Creek, this county, died at his home Wednesday evening, and that the remains would be buried yesterday afternoon at 2 o’clock. A little while before Mr. Irvin had received a dispatch from Mr. McClure’s brother stating Thomas, who had been sick for about a week, was better and there was hope of recovery.
Mr. McClure, it is
well known, was one of Alexander County’s oldest and wealthiest farmers. He
had come there twenty-five or thirty years ago, gone into farming, pursued
it diligently and intelligently and succeeded to an extent beyond even his
own expectations. His farms, one of them containing eight hundred acres all
under cultivation, are stocked with all the latest improved machinery and
were cultivated upon scientific principles. In Mr. McClure’s death
the county loses a very valuable citizen.
(His obituary in the 26 Aug
1882, Jonesboro Gazette stated he died 23 Aug 1882, of dropsy of the
heart and was aged 55 years, 11 months, and 15 days.—Darrel Dexter)
Died, yesterday morning at 1 o’clock, at her residence on Ninth Street, after an illness of about three weeks with typhoid fever, at the age of 32 years, Mrs. Thistlewood, wife of Mr. Benjamin F. Thistlewood.
Funeral services will be
held at the residence on Ninth Street, between Washington Avenue and Poplar
Street, at 1 o’clock, and the train will leave the foot of Eighth Street for
Villa Ridge at 1:30 o’clock this afternoon. Friends of the family are
invited to attend.
The funeral services of Mrs. Sadie Coyle Thistlewood, took place from her husband’s residence on Friday afternoon . Rev. Mr. Scarritt of the Methodist church conducted the services and spoke in beautiful terms of the past life of the deceased and gave words of comfort and cheer to the sorrowing ones left behind.
The casket was covered with beautiful floral designs bestowed by the hand of affection.
The body was followed to its last resting place by a large concourse of friends.
Mrs. B. F. Thistlewood was born in Picawo County, near Columbus, Ohio, and at the tender age of three years, her father died, thus leaving four girls, to be reared and educated by their mother. They removed to Kankakee, Ill. At the age of twenty, Mrs. Thistlewood united with the Episcopal Church and was an exemplary member of that church. Afterwards her mother, Mrs. Coyle, removed with her to Cairo and in 1875 she was united in marriage to Mr. Benjamin F. Thistlewood; since then she has held a quiet unassuming life.
Previous to her last illness, she seemed to have a presentment of her approaching death, her greatest solicitude was for her aged mother, and on her deathbed during her conscious moments, she would say to those ministering to her:
“Comfort mother,” as though she realized she was passing away and knowing her mother would be left alone, as the other daughters had all “gone before.”
To the bereaved husband, the
two dear little children, and the lonely mother, we extend our heartfelt
When so prominent a man as Thomas McClure, of this county, passes from out of a community forever, the event and the man deserves more than a passing notice. Not the immediate neighborhood in which he lived along, but this whole county, was greatly and permanently benefited because Mr. McClure lived in it, and how and to what extent he did this cannot be a matter of total indifference to those who survive him here, and who share in these benefits.
Mr. McClure came to this county quite a young man. He came one day in about the year 1842, to the house of the father of Sheriff Hodges at Unity, and said he was in search of his uncle, Matthew McClure, who lived at Clear Creek. He had traveled many miles on foot and was penniless, hungry, tired and meagerly clad. The principal portion of his suit consisted of a pair of bed tick pants, and his wardrobe was tied up in a red bandana and hung from the end of a stick across his shoulder. Mr. Hodges kindly took him in, gave him what he needed in the way of food and rest, and then directed him to his destination. His uncle had a small farm and a tract of timbered land. Young Thomas found his uncle, applied for a job and got it. After a few days rest Thomas was told to go out in the woods to make rails at about thirty cents per hundred. He went, worked a week cutting down some of the finest looking trees on the place and expected to do a big job in splitting the next week. He spent Saturday preparing wedges, etc. Next Monday he labored all day, from early morn till after sundown, trying to make a single rail, and without success. He had spent a week cutting cypress trees and, of course, he couldn’t split a single one of them. He went home and told the old man he thought he would quit making rails, and he did.
He got married shortly after and thereby came into possession of not only an excellent wife, but of forty acres of land near his uncle’s place. This was the beginning of his remarkably and uniformly successful career. He went to work with an energy and tact which was in the direct contrast to that of the small farmers all around him. His farm was always the cleanest, his crops were the best cultivated, his harvest were the richest. But his first wife died a few years afterwards and in about 1852 he moved to Thebes where he went into a small business and soon after married a Miss Overby, his second wife, now living.
But he soon returned to Clear Creek continued to give all his attention to his little farm, increased it in size every year, always using rare good judgment in selecting his acres and in making them yield all there was in them. He was the life of the neighborhood in which he lived. His activity was contagious. Those who lived around him, who had lived indolently, whose lands had theretofore been carelessly cultivated, and whose crops had been miserable, became jealous. A rivalry was created; Thomas McClure’s good counsel was sought and freely given; the farmers, for miles around were awakened as from a Rip Van Winkle slumber; the little farms assumed a more cheerful appearance; crops were better, prosperity greater and more general; a comparative wilderness was transformed as if by magic into green emblazoned or golden fields, and today there is not a piece of finer farming country in this state than can be seen in Clear Creek Precinct and vicinity, and Thomas McClure is, in a greater measure than any other single man, responsible for it.
property, at the time of his death, comprised 1,672 acres all under
cultivation, furnished with all necessary building and a substantial
character and with all the improved farming machinery of the day. All this
land is in the vicinity of Clear Creek, where he owned his first forty
acres, and the view from his neat, comfortable home is a fine one,
especially in harvest time, when, standing upon the front step of the house,
one can see over level fields, covered with finely growing products of
various kind, stretching a full mile to either side and three quarters of a
mile in width. This single field comprises over eight hundred acres. A
good gristmill and two saw mills are also among the industries established
and kept in operation by Mr. McClure. Some years ago Mr. McClure
sold over ten thousand bushels of wheat from his farms and last year he sold
fourteen thousand, four hundred bushels of wheat which he sold at $1.34 per
bushel and which netted him over seventeen thousand dollars. About eight
years ago he refused an offer of $105,000 for his farms and since then he
improved them considerably.
(Thomas J. McClure
married Mary Phillips on 12 Aug 1847, in Alexander Co., Ill. He
married Caroline Overbey on 24 Feb 1853, in Alexander Co.,
Thursday, 31 Aug 1882:
(His name is recorded as Mingo Smith in the 3 Sep 1882,
issue. Mingo Smith married Dorcas Smith on 20 Jul 1870, in
Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter)
DIED—Sunday morning at the hour of 8 o’clock at Springfield, Ills., Mrs. Taylor, wife of Col. S. S. Taylor, of this city. Mrs. Taylor’s remains will arrive at Beech Grove Cemetery on the down express this morning at half past ten o’clock and a special to meet it will leave Cairo, from Eighth Street at 9:30. This train will halt to take on people at Twentieth Street. The funeral exercises will be at the grave. Friends of the deceased and family are respectfully invited to attend.
The Cairo public received
the news of Mrs. Taylor’s death with general and genuine feelings of
sorrow. The sad event was entirely unexpected. Mrs. Taylor had been
in Springfield Ills., for some time and was believed to be in good health.
But she was afflicted with heart disease and a few days before her death she
had a mild attack of chills and fever. She was nearly seventy years of age.
Wednesday, 6 Sep 1882:
Thursday, 7 Sep 1882:
married Nancy A. Miller on 5 Nov 1868, in Saline Co., Ill.—Darrel
Saturday, 9 Sep 1882:
The readers of The Bulletin, one and all, will read with interest the following short biography of Mrs. Taylor, taken from our Bloomington namesake of recent date:
“The wife of Col. S. Staats Taylor, the trustee of the Cairo City Property Company, died at Springfield at the Leland Hotel on Sunday morning under peculiarly sad circumstances. She had accompanied Col. Taylor, who was in poor health, on a trip from Cairo and waited upon him until she was stricken with gastric fever. The disease was rapid in its course and she died in a very few days after its first symptoms appeared. Hon. T. W. Halliday, of Cairo, son-in-law of Col. Taylor, returned with the remains to Cairo on Monday.
Mrs. Taylor’s maiden name was Charlotte Josephine Bainbridge. She was the daughter of Commodore Bainbridge, one of the most brilliant officers of the United States Navy, in all its history. He entered the merchant service at a very early age, and was rapidly promoted for valuable services, until in 1806, on the reorganization of the navy, he became the seventh in the list of captains. When the War of 1812 came on it was in acquiescence to his strong desires, aided by the representations of Captain Stewart, also of the navy, that President Madison decided, contrary to the advice of his Cabinet, to send to sea immediately every government vessel. The Cabinet feared and believed that the British Navy would capture every one of them. But the naval force was commissioned and Commodore Bainbridge’s advice was brilliantly vindicated. The British Navy, which had been believed to be invincible, received the first blow it had had in a long series of years. In an engagement off St. Salvador, Bainbridge in command of the ship Constitution, which was one of his squadron, captured the British ship Java. The vessel was reduced to a wreck and one hundred and seventy-five of the crew were killed and wounded. The Constitution which wet into action with her royal yards across, came out of it with all three of them in their places. She had nine killed and twenty-four wounded, Commodore Bainbridge being among the latter. On his return to the Untied States he was everywhere received with enthusiasm. Congress voted him a gold medal, silver ones to his officers, and fifty thousand dollars as prize money to his crew. He continued to serve the country, afloat and ashore, until his death in 1833.
Mrs. Taylor was the
mother of four children, all of whom are dead with the exception of one, now
the wife of Hon. T. W. Halliday, of Cairo. The deceased was probably
upwards of sixty years of age. She possessed clear and beautiful blue eyes,
a feature for which her father was remarkable, and a fairness and freshness
of complexion which any women of forty have long since lost. She had a fine
mind but was preeminently domestic, reserving the best of herself for the
serene, pleasure and duties of her own fireside. As a wife she was
incomparable, and as a mother affectionate, devoted and tireless. Her
sudden and unlooked for death has been a severe blow to her family and her
friends in Cairo and elsewhere.
Yesterday morning about 8:55 o’clock, Mr. Henry Whitcamp died at his home on Poplar Street, in this city, in the sixty-eighth year of his age. Though Mr. Whitcamp had been sick for some time, for a while seriously so, his death was a surprise to his friends and relatives. The immediate cause of his death is not positively known. About three days ago, when he had just recovered from an attack of malarial fever from which he had suffered a week or longer, he went on a wagon to his farm eight or ten miles up in the country after hay. When returning, sitting on top of the hay, he suddenly became dizzy and fell to the ground. He was picked up some minutes after and brought home. He was confined to his bed since then, but was not believed to be seriously injured, until Sunday night when he began to grow rapidly worse and passed away as stated yesterday morning.
Mr. Whitcamp was one
of our oldest citizens, having been here since 1842. He was an honest,
hard-working man, was therefore reasonably well off and highly respected
generally. He was a member of the city counsel during 1858. He was a
widower, his wife, having died in 1871. He left five children and two
brothers to mourn his death. His funeral will probably take place tomorrow.
Wednesday, 13 Sep 1882:
The funeral services of the
late Henry Whitcamp will take place at the Lutheran church this
afternoon. The funeral cortege will leave the house at half past twelve for
the church. A special train will leave the foot of Eighth Street at 2 p.m.
sharp, for Villa Ridge. Friends of the family are invited to attend.
METROPOLIS, Ill., Sept. 15.—Samuel Redden was hung at 2:56 p.m. in the presence of a large throng of people.
Seventeen minutes elapsed before the pulse ceased to beat.
The body fell six and a half feet through a trap door, and all went off without a hitch.
The doomed man exhibited rare nerve to the last. No emotion was visible in his face, he made no confession, was pleasant, effable and unconcerned throughout the whole ghastly proceedings.
His last words, as the black cap was being drawn over his head, were “My last look on earth.”
His body is to be shipped to
Mound City for final disposal.
A white man named Andrew Forbes was found dead yesterday morning in his hovel on Ohio Levee near Twelfth Street. He was living upon a cot in such a position with his head that is seemed death must have resulted from suffocation.
Fitzgerald summoned a jury, but a lengthy investigation as to the cause
and manner of death failed to reveal any certain clue. It was found,
however, that he had led a most wretched life. His entire body was covered
with dirt which seemed to have become engrafted upon his skin. His feet
seemed to be almost on the point of decomposition—and yet the man had lived
for a year or more, within fifty yards of the Ohio River. His surroundings
generally were in keeping with his own condition. He slept in a small room,
surrounded by filth, almost without ventilation. The jury’s verdict was
that he came to his death from “general debility, want of care, suffocation,
or other cause to the jury unknown.”
(The 7 Sep 1882, issue
identifies the deceased brother as William Van Norstrand.—Darrel
Martha Hithcock and Rosetta Calahan are charged with infanticide. W. T. Church, who was arrested upon the charge of complicity in the murder of old man Bayles, near Vienna. He confessed the crime implicating two or three others who were arrested, but upon examination in court, retracted all he had confessed. He is to be tried for perjury.
married William Calhoon on 1 Nov 1874, in Johnson Co., Ill.—Darrel
A later dispatch from Metropolis, under date of the 15th, gives the following full account of the hanging of Samuel Redding and his last hours:
“Samuel Redding was
hanged here for murder. For the past three days he has maintained his
accustomed cheerfulness, talking pleasantly with everybody on all subjects
except that of his crime. Last night he slept but little, having his
spiritual counselor, Rev. William Sellers, with him until 11
o’clock. This morning he arose at the usual hour, washed and dressed as
though nothing unusual was the matter, eating heartily. He called for
dinner at ten o’clock sharp. In speaking of his approaching death he
declared his innocence, and said if he had to die he wanted them to sing and
pray with him and start him off straight to heaven. He was shaved at 1:30
o’clock by his pastor, Rev. William Sellers. When asked if he wanted
anything he said no; he supposed we would keep him in cigars, having a cigar
in his mouth at the time. When Mr. Sellers complained of the intense
heat he said he thought Sellers the worst frightened man of the two.
He asked for water, which was given him. Here he remarked to the jailer
that he reckoned he would not have to chain him (Redding) up
tonight. He asked the barber to rub his head and give him a good job. He
weighed 175 pounds, height 5 feet 9 1/2 inches. He was a dark colored
mulatto of an exceedingly intelligent appearance. When prepared for the
gallows his pastor remarked that he was fixing for Sunday. He answered yes,
and he hoped he was going where Sabbaths had no end.
Thursday 21 Sep 1882:
This morning at 6 o’clock,
at the restaurant of Messrs. Boyd and Wash, on North Market
Street, Mr. William H. Axe died after a few days illness from fever.
The deceased was a native of Philadelphia, where he was born in 1836 and
where he learned the trade of jewelry smith and watchmaker. In 1858 he went
West and settled in Evansville, Paducah, Cairo and Hot Springs, and but a
few days since returned to this place from Hot Springs, having been offered
a good situation here with one of our jewelry houses. When Mr. Axe
resided here he worked for Mr. Jake H. Miller on Broadway near
Market, and by his reliable, social and generous character made many
friends, who will long remember him. The deceased was ill when he reached
here, but until last week he was not confined to his bed. He gradually grew
worse, however, and died as stated above, surrounded by several friends who
held him in high esteem. Deputy Sheriff John P. Zelner, who was a
schoolmate of the deceased, and who today was appointed administrator of his
estate, says he thinks Mr. Axe had but two living close relatives, a
brother and a sister, who probably live in Pennsylvania. In looking over
his effects today Mr. Zelner learned that Mr. Axe was a member
in good standing of Garland Lodge of Odd Fellows of Hot Springs, Ark., and
was also a vestryman of the Episcopal Church at that place at the time of
his removal. The deceased was known to have once been a Mason and a Knight
of Honor. This morning his remains were placed in the Episcopal church, and
will be buried therefrom tomorrow morning at 9:30 o’clock, with the Odd
Fellows as a guard of honor. Rev. Mr. Rodgers will conduct the
services and the interment will be at Oak Grove Cemetery. All friends are
(Charley Walker was
convicted of the killing of George Taylor on 2 Oct 1871, in
Died yesterday at 9 o’clock a.m., Emma Carlina, daughter of Jacob and Carlina Klein, age one year and eight months. The funeral cortege will leave parents’ residence at 1 p.m. tomorrow (Monday), October 2d, for St. Joseph’s Church, where the service will be held at 2:30 p.m. A special train will leave at 2:30 p.m. for the cemetery at Villa Ridge. Friends and acquaintances of the family are invited to attend.
(Jacob Klein married
Caroline Haller on 5 Oct 1875, in Alexander Co., Ill. A marker in
Calvary Cemetery in Villa Ridge reads Emma C. Klein Daughter
A special car will leave the
foot of 8th street at 2 p.m. today—for the accommodation of the friends of
the late W. S. Edson.
Mrs. George Steadtler,
Tuesday morning at 6 o’clock, of malarial fever. A special train will leave
the foot of 8th Street at 2 p.m. this evening for Beech Grove Cemetery.
Friends and acquaintances of the family are respectfully invited to attend.
Shortly after 9 o’clock last night a negro named Tom Jasper stabbed the night watchman on the Anchor line steamer Arkansas City, named Chris Langtrim.
The affair occurred on the deck of the boat. Jasper had gone aboard of the boat and was wandering aimlessly around on the deck among the freight. The watchman, fearing that the negro was there with an evil purpose, ordered him off. The negro refused to go, some angry words passed, and before the watchman could prevent, the negro drew a pocketknife and stabbed him in the left side, directly under the heart. The alarm was given; Jasper immediately left the boat, but was seen by the mate who drew his pistol and snapped it several times at the negro, but it went off only once, and the ball struck the negro’s wrist, shattering it badly.
The wounded watchman, now unconscious and bleeding profusely, was at once conveyed to the barber shop on the boat and there stretched out upon a mattress on the floor. Dr. Parker was summoned, who responded promptly and gave him all necessary surgical and medical attention. He expressed it as his opinion that the man’s recovery was extremely doubtful. The wound was evidently made by a large knife blade. It was about an inch long, directly under the heart, and its effect more or less certainly fatal as the blade went upward toward the heart and downwards. And about this there was some uncertainty.
He regained consciousness about 10:30 o’clock last night and was able to talk, and could bear being removed to the marine hospital station, where he will receive good care. He gave evidence of sufficient vitality to lead Dr. Parker to believe that there was a chance for recovery. He is a German, about 35 years old, of spare build, and was said by the officers of the boat to have been a good man in his place. He is a resident of St. Louis, where he has a wife and two children living.
The negro, after leaving the
boat, walked leisurely up the levee and after making a circuitous route,
disappeared. Officers McTigue and Hogan made a diligent
search for him and after about a half a hour the former found him crouched
behind a boiler lying near the top of the levee at Sixth Street. The
officer leveled his weapon at home and ordered him to throw up his hands,
which he did without a word, and surrendered. On his way to jail he
expressed his regret that he hadn’t “fixed the __ __ ____ quite;” and being
told by the officer that perhaps he had “fixed him quite” and that the man
was probably dead, the bloody-minded wretch expressed satisfaction saying:
“Well, if that’s the case I’ll rest easy tonight.” Jasper is known
to the officers and courts of this city as a very hard character and last
night general regret was expressed that the mate hadn’t done better work
with his pistol. He will be examined as soon as his victim either dies or
is sufficiently recovered to appear against him.”
DIED—In this city, Mrs. Rosena Lehning, beloved wife of Jacob Lehning, after a lingering illness of consumption, aged 55 years, 2 months, and 8 days, leaving a family, besides husband, of two grown sons and two daughters. Funeral services at house of Rev. B. Y. George Tuesday afternoon, Oct. 10th. Special funeral train will leave Fourth Street and Levee at 2 o’clock p.m. Friends of the family are respectfully invited to attend.
(A marker in Cairo City
Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads: Rocene wife of Jacob Lehning died
Oct. __ 1882, Aged 52 Yrs., 2 Mos., 6 Dys.—Darrel Dexter)
To the many citizens and
ladies’ of this city who assisted us during the late illness of my beloved
wife Rosena Lehning and especially to Mrs. Nat Prouty who was
very kind in lending us a helping hand during her illness we return our
Yesterday afternoon, while
Mr. Alex Frazier was engaged at his blacksmith’s furnace on
Commercial Avenue, he was suddenly strick with paralysis in the left side,
which caused him to fall to the floor, apparently dead. He was conveyed
home as soon as possible, where, under the ministrations of Dr. C. W.
Dunning, he soon recovered consciousness. His entire left side was
helpless and there was great danger of speedy death. But this pulse, which
at first was very low, below thirty five, gradually rose and hope of life at
least was correspondingly strengthened. Last night he was not much
improved. He was visited by many friends until late in the night. This
whole community will sympathize deeply with the sorely afflicted family.
At a quarter after five o’clock Friday afternoon John A. Cockerill, managing editor of the Post-Dispatch, shot and killed Col. Alonzo W. Slayback of the law firm of Broadhead, Slayback & Haeussler, the scene of the homicide being the editorial rooms in the second-story of the Post-Dispatch building on the north side of Market Street between Fifth and Sixth, St. Louis.
The cause of trouble was an article which appeared in the Post-Dispatch Friday afternoon, which was called forth by a speech made by Col. Slayback at a political gathering the day before, in which the Post-Dispatch and its editor were denounced.
After reading the assault on him in the Post-Dispatch while in Mr. Clopton’s office, Col. Slayback became indignant and requested Mr. Clopton to accompany him to the office. As Mr. Clopton had business with the publishing house next door, he assented. The two gentlemen entered the office, Slayback leading the way. He said to Mr. Clopton that an apology for the injury done him would not make amends—he would first slap the writer’s face and demand an apology afterwards. He did not intend, however, to carry his hostilities beyond the blow of his hand.
Col. Slayback and his companion found the door of the local room adjoining the editorial room was open and through this he passed, followed by Mr. Clopton. It was after business hours and the reporters engaged on the paper had all left the building. Mr. Henry M. Moore, the city editor, who was the only occupant of the room, was seated at his desk in the far corner writing.
He looked up as Col. Slayback entered and almost immediately turned to his desk again.
There was but the distance of a few feet to pass between the outer door and the inner entrance, and both gentleman went into the editorial room.
Mr. Cockerill was at his desk. With him in consultation were Mr. John McGuffin, the business manager, and Victor Cole, the foreman of the company room.
Col. Slayback as he entered was in two minutes of his death, for the scene which followed, until he lay prone on the floor shot through the heart, did not take more than that long in the acting.
As he entered all three men looked up, and Mr. Cockerill, who had the immense advantage of being cool faced him. At his side on the desk lay a pistol.
“You are here are you?” was the exclamation, which the city editor heard in the adjoining room. “Is that pistol for me?” Maguffin reports Col. Slayback to have said as he pointed the weapon, which lay on the editor’s desk.
“It is for you, if you came for it,” replied Mr. Cockerill. Then followed the shooting, almost immediately. Col. Slayback referred to the editorial and drew a pistol.
Maguffin stepped quickly forward and grasped the weapon as he raised it, his hand being between the hammer and the cartridge, so that the hammer fell on the flesh instead of the percussion cap of the cartridge.
Before Col. Slayback could disengage himself, Mr. Cockerill walked forward, then raised the weapon, which he had grasped from the table, and fired at close quarters. The well-directed bullet entered Col. Slayback’s left side. He stood erect a moment, then advanced on Cockerill and there was a short struggle taken part in by Col. Slayback, MaGuffin, Cockerill and Clopton.
wrenched the pistol from Col. Slayback’s hand. As soon as he had
gained possession of it, Mr. Clopton who had been struggling with
Cockerill, endeavored to take the latter’s revolver.
Col. Slayback’s strength lasted only a moment. Then his wound told and he staggered. Mr. Clopton caught him in his arms and eased him down on the floor where he died.
McGuffin retained possession of Col. Slayback’s weapon. At least the fact that no revolver could be found was so accounted for.
When Col. Slayback
fell; Cockerill bent over him and wiped away the blood oozing from
his lips with his handkerchief. When the crowd attracted by the shot
commenced to collect, he rose and left the room and the office in company
with McGuffin, going in a carriage to the telegraph office, it is
said, and informing Pulitzer of that had happened.
Since the announcement of Mr. Alex. Frazer was strick with paralysis Saturday about noon, his condition and the sad affliction of his family have been subject of conversation and regret by nearly the entire community, and the announcement of his death about half past twelve o’clock yesterday was received with general expression of sympathy.
Mr. Fraser lay in a state of semi-consciousness from the time he was stricken until the last moment. For several hours after he had been taken home he could answer questions asked but gradually he lost the power of speech and could neither eat nor move any portion of the left side of his entire body. He seemed to be in constant agony. He would strike out violently with his right limbs and deep groans proved that he was in great pain. It was with difficulty that several doses of medicine were administered to him. He would still occasionally give signs of recognition to members of his family and friends who were constantly gathered around him, but the fatal termination of his affliction seemed certain from beginning.
In the death of Mr. Frazier, his family loses a kind husband and father and the community an exemplary, industrious citizen, and a mechanic of unusual ability. Mr. Fraser has been a citizen of Cairo almost since the war, coming here from Mound City and going into the sheet iron and coppersmith business with Captain J. B. Fulton, his brother-in-law, who recently came to a tragic death at the Anna Insane Asylum. The firm erected the brick business in at the corner of Twelfth Street and Ohio Levee and did businesses for several years. At the end of this time, Mr. Frazier engaged in the sheet iron and copper business for himself on Commercial Avenue, and has been there ever since. He understood his trade thoroughly and was probably the hardest worker in the city. It was overwork and overheating which contributed principally to his sudden attack and demise. He was lifting a heavy piece of metal which he was bronzing at the forge; he had lifted it twice, and at the third attempt he fell, strick with paralysis.
Mr. Frazier was in the fifty-fourth year of his age, having been born in Michigan on the 19th day of January 1829.
He was married at Madison, Indiana, to Miss Elizabeth L. Morris, a sister of William J. Morris of Stonefort, Illinois. His wife and four children, Llewellyn, George, William, and Alexander, survive him, and one son Charlie, was drowned here a few years ago.
He was a member of the Odd Fellows, Knights of the Golden Rule and of the new organization, American Legion of Honor. In the last two organizations he held policies on his life. His remains will be taken charge of by the Odd Fellows and will be interred tomorrow.
(His name is spelled
Fraser, Frazer, and Frazier in the obituary.—Darrel
The members of the Alexander
Lodge No. 224 I. O. O. F. will meet at their hall at 12 o’clock sharp today
for the purpose of attending the funeral of Bro. A. Fraser. Services
will be held at his late residence by Rev. F. P. Davenport, at 1
o’clock. Special funeral train will leave foot of 14th St., at 2 p.m. By
order of committee.
married Fredricka Schutze on 23 Feb 1868, in Alexander Co., Ill. A
marker in Cairo City Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads: Willie Rose Born
Feb. 28, 1871, Died Oct. 18, 1882.—Darrel Dexter)
A letter received here
yesterday by the family of Mr. G. M. Alden from Mr. W. L. Alden,
of Ashley, states that early Sunday morning Thomas Alden, son of the
latter, was killed on a railroad at a little station called Neveay, a few
miles west of Nashville, Ill. Thomas was brakeman on the train—a freight
train—and while running along on the top of the cars to set the brakes, he
missed his footing and fell down between the cars and under the wheels which
broke his back and cut off one of his legs, killing him almost instantly.
Thomas was about twenty years old and a promising young man. He was known
to many Cairoites who will regret his awful taking off.
Mrs. Catherine Bribach died at her residence on Walnut Street, Sunday morning, near 1 o’clock. She had been sick for a long time, part of the time with a paralysis when her life was much despaired of. She was about 47 years old, had lived here for many years and was very generally and favorably known. She had been sinking steadily for several days, but it was only Sunday that the end was perceived to be approaching.
The funeral took place yesterday afternoon at 2 o’clock, services being held at the residence and the German Lutheran church by Rev. Schuchardt, pastor of the church. The remains were interred at Villa Ridge, to where they were followed by a large number of friends.
Deceased leaves two daughters aged respectively fourteen and sixteen years, who are the only survivors of the family and are very intelligent and promising young girls. In a pecuniary way they are well provided for, deceased having left them some good property which had been accumulated principally by her husband who was an energetic and popular businessman.
(A marker in Cairo City
Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads: Catherine Hink Bribach
Yesterday morning at 1:30 o’clock Mr. John Gash died at Delivan, Ills., in the central part of the state. he had been suffering for a long time with symptoms of consumption, but it was only lately that any apprehension was felt. Mrs. Gash, his mother, has been attending him for several weeks and last Monday Mrs. Charles Baughman, his sister, was also called to his bedside.
Mr. Gash was yet a young man, but twenty-three years of age. He was well educated, very sociable, and very popular here. His untimely death will therefore be very generally regretted in this community.
He was a member of the order of Knights of Honor of this city, and were his remains brought here, that organization would probably take formal charge of them. But the funeral will take place at Delivan today, the remains to be interred in the cemetery of that city.
(Charles E. Baughman
married Jennie L. Gash on 23 Mar 1882, in Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel
The public was startled about noon yesterday by the report that Mr. William Alba, one of our old and highly respected citizens, had committed suicide by shooting himself through the head. A general rush was made for Mr. Alba’s residence, on Seventh Street, near Washington Avenue, and there the report was confirmed by the grief-stricken family. The story of the deed is briefly told. Mr. Alba had been confined to his bed since Tuesday night, suffering with pain in the head and fever, to which he had been subject periodically for a number of years. Mrs. Alba had been waiting upon him diligently. At noon yesterday she carried him a plate of soup and found him in his usual state when he was thus prostrated. He had his hand to his head and when asked how he felt, said that he had a fearful pain and fever in his head. Mrs. Alba left him lying in bed and went downstairs to prepare the table for the rest of the family. Shortly after, perhaps half an hour after Mrs. Alba had left her husband, one of the daughters heard a noise upstairs as though a raised window had fallen and called Mrs. Alba’s attention to it, who immediately went upstairs again and found her husband lying upon the floor in what seemed to be a fit. She gave the alarm and was soon joined by the rest of the family and several neighbors, who were horrified to find, upon examination, that Mr. Alba, having now ceased his struggle, was dead, and that blood was flowing from a ghastly wound just behind the right ear. A pistol, a four-shooter of the Smith make, which was lying on the floor near by the corpse, gave further explanation of the cause of death, and the shockingly swollen and discolored appearance of the left eye told where the death dealing lead had probably lodged.
When Mrs. Alba entered the room just after the report had been heard, her husband was lying upon the floor, on his left side, with a pillow from his bed under his head. The pistol with which he had destroyed himself was usually kept in a drawer in an adjoining room. It would seem, therefore, that soon after Mrs. Alba left him the first time, Mr. Alba rose from his bed, went after the weapon, took a pillow from his bed and laid it on the floor, and then lying down upon it on his left side, placed the pistol behind his right ear and fired. These circumstances point to deliberation, but it is known that Mr. Alba was not one who would, when in his right mind, deliberately plan and execute so rash a deed. There are other circumstances, which point to an entirely different conclusion, which prove almost conclusively that the deed was perpetrated in a moment of mental aberration. About six years ago Mr. Alba was prostrated by sunstroke and he suffered long and severely before he was again able to be about, and he never did recover entirely. Since then he has been suffering almost continuously with a severe pain in his head, and periodical attacks of dizziness, during which he would be entirely helpless. These attacks would come upon him almost daily and nightly, under all circumstances, and without the least warning. Often, when in his shop, engaged in shaving a customer, he would suddenly drop the razor and grasp frantically at the furniture for support, or fall prostrate to the floor. These attacks and their immediate effects would generally last for several hours, when he would be able to be about again. During the five or six years that Mr. Alba had been afflicted in this way, he consulted many prominent physicians and was almost constantly under medical treatment, but without avail. While under the influence of these attacks, and some time afterwards, his mind would be wandering, he would apparently be in a state of semi consciousness. His prostration since Tuesday was due to another of these attacks, which had been severer than usual and more protracted in its effect. He was convalescent, however and would probably have been in his usual state of mind by today or tomorrow, but for his fearful ending.
Mr. Alba was about 46 years old. He was born in Germany and came to this country in 1851 or ‘52 accompanied by his father and mother. He went to New Orleans thence to St. Louis and came to this city in 1861. He followed the barber’s trade ever since his residence here; he labored diligently, rose steadily in the estimation of the public, which patronized him liberally, and was, at the time of his sad death, one of the most prosperous men in his line of business in the city, having a perfect palace of a tonsorial establishment and owning some property in various parts of the city—all the result of his industry and frugality. He was of a social disposition, was on the best of terms with everyone who knew him, and was a member of three or four of our secret and other organizations, notably the Odd Fellows, Masonic Lodge and Rough and Ready Fire Company. He held life insurance policies in two or three of the secret organizations. He leaves a wife, three daughters and one son, to whom he was an exemplary husband and father. The oldest of his children, a daughter, who is in St. Louis, is nineteen or twenty years old, the youngest, twelve or thirteen. Mr. Conrad Alba is deceased’s brother and Mrs. Jacob Klee his half-sister.
Mr. Alba’s remains
will be taken in charge by the secret organization which he belonged and
will be interred tomorrow.
The funeral of William
Alba will take place from his late residence on 7th St. this (Saturday)
afternoon at half-past one, conducted by Alexander Lodge I. O. O. F. A
special train will leave foot of Sixth Street at 2 o’clock for Villa Ridge.
Friends of the family are respectfully invited to attend.
(A marker in
Cairo City Cemetery at Villa Ridge reads: William Alba Born in
Grosenbusic, Hesse Darmstadt, Died Nov. 9, 1882.—Darrel Dexter)
The family of the late
William Alba returns their sincere thanks to the Independent Order of
Odd Fellows, the Masonic Fraternity, the Rough and Ready Fire Company, the
Knight of the Golden Rule, and to citizens generally, for kind sympathy and
assistance in their recent, great bereavement. They desire also to thank
Professor Storer’s cornet band for their kindness.
Whereas, It has pleased the Grand Master of the universes to call from our midst Brother William Alba, be it therefore
Resolved, That the vacancy thus created in our lodge reminds us constantly of one whose memory we shall ever cherish as an upright Mason, brother and friend.
Resolved, That in the death of Brother Alba the community has lost a most valuable citizen, the lodge a consistent member and his family a kind and indulgent husband and father.
Resolved That we tender to the widow and children of our deceased brother our heartfelt sympathy in this their hour of affliction, and recommend them to the kind care of Him who tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.
Resolved, That a copy of
these resolutions be presented to the family of our deceased brother, and
that a page on our records be dedicated sacred to his memory.
I am indebted to some friend
in your city for a copy of your paper of November 3rd, containing a notice
of the death of Mr. John W. Gash. The mail of the previous day had
brought a postal from his sister informing me of the sad, though not
unexpected occurrence—and I feel that I want through your columns to pay a
slight tribute to the memory of him, of whom it can truly be said, “none
knew him but to love him.” Early last spring he came to our city hoping
that our delightful climate might restore his failing health. He arrived
here a total stranger and I was the first man in the city to form his
acquaintance. He brought letters of introduction from my friends in Cairo,
who recommended him in the very highest terms—and in a few minutes we felt
as though we had known each other for years. But for John Gash it
was not necessary to have such letters. His honest face and pleasant
manners were enough to make him friends wherever he went. It was my
pleasure to introduce him to many of the leading business men of Atlanta and
from the first he received a hearty welcome and soon felt that he was not
among strangers. He was, as you know, an active, thorough, going
businessman and could not bear to be idle. He informed me that “hardware”
was his business and if possible he desired to work at that. Unfortunately
he came too late for the spring trade and none of our hardware merchants
needed additional help. This did not discourage him and he sought for other
employment. During the past seven months he spent here, he worked with
several different houses and was brought in contact with all classes of
citizens and never in my life have I known such a modest unassuming young
man make so many friends. He was always cheerful and had a pleasant word
for everyone. At his boarding house he was loved by all as one of the
family and so it was on the street and in the store. Up to within a month
before he left us, his health steadily improved and he spoke cheerfully of
his future prospects and often told me his plans. His greatest desire
seemed to be to live, on his mother’s account—and right here let me say that
no mother ever had a more devoted or worthy son that did that mother whom
John Gash loved with such tender devotion and of whom he so often
spoke. The news of his death cast a shade of sorrow over the brow of very
many of Atlanta’s best citizens who had known and loved him—and many were
the kind words of sympathy that fell from their lips.—But sad as our hearts
are and much as we feel the loss of our dear friends, we rejoiced when we
read “he was ready and perfectly willing to go.” And while a host of loving
hearts in this far away southern city mingle their tears with those of the
fond mother and devoted sister—we look through our tears to that bright
“beyond” when we hope one day to meet our departed friend.
Last evening, at 5 o’clock, Miss Mary Ann McEwen, died at the home of her parents on Fifteenth Street back of Cedar Street. She was twenty-two years, eighteen days old, and was the third oldest daughter of John and Henrietta McEwen. Funeral services will be held at the Church of the Redeemer tomorrow (Monday) afternoon, at 1 o’clock, and the funeral train will leave the foot of Fourteenth Street at 2 o’clock for Beech Grove, where the remains of deceased will be interred.
Miss McEwen’s death
is an exceptionally sad one, because of her youth and the promise she gave
of a future bright, happy and useful life. She was a very intelligent young
lady, gained a thorough education in our public schools, and had, through
her persistent application to study, qualified herself for the position of
teacher in the very institution where she had for several years been
scholar. Her room was one of the largest, in respect to the number of
scholars, in the Cairo schools, and it was one of the best conducted. Her
little scholars all loved and respected her and she was a favorite with all
others who knew her, at home or in society. Her untimely death will be
generally regretted in this community and her relatives will have the
sympathy of all.
Wednesday, 22 Nov 1882:
Died, at her home yesterday
at 12:30 o’clock, Mrs. Mat Cullinan. Funeral will take place this
afternoon. Services will be held at St. Joseph’s Church at 1 o’clock, and
special train will leave foot of Fourteenth Street at 2 o’clock for Villa
Ridge. Mrs. Cullinan was an exemplary young woman, but recently
married. A young child, husband, three half sisters and two half brothers
survive to mourn her loss.
Yesterday a Chinamen came ashore from one of the steamers at the wharf and wandered about for some time until he was “picked up” by one of the “Frosty Twenty,” who took him to The Halliday and introduced him to “the gang” and others as the advance agent of the “My Partner” company which is to be here next Tuesday.
He was dressed in the usual style and had a ___ _____ appearance. After leaving The Halliday he went uptown and there met with a disaster which was, very probably, the cause of his speedy violent demise. Under what circumstances, or where, we could not learn, but when next seen he was minus the Chinaman’s most sacred ornament, his caudal appendage. He went down to the coal fleet below the city and sat around awhile attracting some attention from those in charge there. After a little while he suddenly picked up a hammer and began to beat himself over the head in a manner that left no doubt of his purpose. Bystanders interfered by forcibly taking the instrument away from him. But the celestial was not be so easily foiled; he made a rush for the river and jumped in and was drowned before aid could reach him.
His body was recovered, however, soon after life was extinct. Coroner Fitzgerald was notified, an inquest was held, and the jury found a verdict in accordance with the circumstances related.
What the cause of his determination to destroy
himself was is not positively known; that it was regret over the loss of
his black hair is only surmised.
The finding of the body of a drowned man in the river below the city Saturday afternoon has been made the subject of several different stories, but the true one is as follows: About two o’clock Saturday afternoon, Mr. Daniel Callahan and his partner, who have charge of the coal fleet coming down the river bank, found a pair of shoes standing close to the water’s edge on the shore, about midway of the fleet, near by they found a knit cap, and a few steps further along they saw what they supposed to be a coat floating in the water not ten feet from the shore. They suspected that there might “be a man in the coat;” they got in a skiff to investigate the matter and found their suspicions correct—there was a man in the coat and they fastened him and notified the coroner.
Coroner Fitzgerald summoned a jury consisting of Messrs. George W. Hendricks, Patrick Corcoran, Ed H. White, H. W. Bostwick, F. W. Koehler, and Fritz Scheeler. The jury brought the body forth from the water and “sat upon it.” Mr. Corcoran, one of the juryman, had seen deceased in the lower portion of the city at 11:30 o’clock before noon, Saturday, and another man working in the yards of the Wabash road had seen him going towards to coal fleets at 1:30 o’clock Saturday afternoon. An investigation revealed the fact that bright red blood was oozing from a slight scratch made on the forehead in dragging the body out of the water. He wore several pairs of pants and several coats; his face was not swollen much, but was badly pocked marked. That he had been in the water but a few hours—not over three—was evident from the general appearance of the body and face and eyes, and from the fact that blood was flowing from the slight wound in his head. That he was a Chinaman was evident from the fact that his shoes which he had left on shore were of the kind usually worn by Chinese; wooden soles, cloth uppers; that he wore the usual cue snugly coiled up on the back of his head, and that he had a number of Chinese charms and coins and cards with Chinese names in his pockets. Among the former was a string of keys, coins, and police whistle, and among the latter was one card with the name “Lee Shing Wuong, No. 306 North 11 Street, St. Louis, Mo.” upon it; another marked simply, “Lee Wuong,” another “Quong Loong, Lung & Co., No. 152 Charles Street, New Orleans”; another “Houng Shing, 409 North 7th Street, St. Louis,” and there were several printed bill heads of “Sam Wah, Market Street bet. 2nd and 3rd,” who did washing up in style.
The jury found a verdict of
“death by drowning or other cause unknown,” and then turned the corpse over
to the county overseer of the poor who had it interred at the seven-mile
One of the members of this organization, the secretary, in an unguarded moment, perhaps admitted that the man came ashore; that he was taken in charge by another member of the organization, the “August Master of Sacrifice,” he is styled we understand, and by him introduced to the other members of the gang, who taunted the poor victim because of his general appearance. Several of them smacked their lips, patted and stroked their stomachs as though anticipating a rich feast, and expressed admiration of his good physical condition, all of which was certainly significant, as giving some clue to the manner in which the remains of the poor fellow were disposed of. The secretary admitted all this, he also described the manner of the man’s death and stated that an inquest was held and the remains turned over to the proper authorities for burial. These admissions of the secretary, taken in connection with the known other circumstances attending the man’s last few hours of life, are sufficient to cast a black cloud of suspicion over every member of “The Frosty Twenty.”
All things taken together force the conclusion upon us that “The Frosty Twenty” is an organization of maneaters—cannibals—who have heretofore been obtaining their victims without arousing the suspicion of outsiders. In no other way can we account for the sleekness of the secretary, who always gets the lion’s share, probably the robustness of the president and the other members, but with one or two exceptions, who are doubtless the ones that suffer by reason of the voracity of the gentle (?) “lion.” In no other way can the suspicious circumstances surrounding this whole case be explained.
Guided by all the
circumstances, we venture to formally charge now, that, made bold by their
long success in kidnapping their victims under the cover of night, the
officers of this organization, to whom this part of the interesting ceremony
has been usually entrusted, undertook to capture an unwary stranger in broad
daylight. They captured him, exhibited him to the gang who “winked” their
approval, then confronted him with the man of the evil spirit, the
“Sorcerer” who bewitched him that he might take violent means to end his
life in order to mislead the public. The body of this Chinaman was not
recovered, and was not sat upon by the coroner, and was not buried. That
was all a fabrication, originating in the fertile brain of the sleek
secretary and repeated by the other members of the organization, in order to
delude any who might have seen the victim while under the influence of the
sorcerer plunge himself into the raging stream, and prevent them for
instituting further and troublesome search for the body. In the dead of
night several of the organization went forth with draghooks and skiffs,
fished up the body and carried it in triumph to the “holy of holies” of “The
Frosty Twenties.” There it was prepared with the solemn ceremony demanded
by such an occasion and they all sat down to the ghastly feast and made
merry over it. This is the whole horrible story as suggested to us by the
circumstances and hurriedly written down; we feel certain that an
investigation such as we shall immediately institute will verify it word for
(The 9 Dec 1882,
issue identifies him as H. J. Stuart.—Darrel Dexter)
John Kelly, an old man, deliberately thrust himself under the wheels of a passing train on the Wabash road near 15th Street yesterday morning about 10 o’clock, and was instantly killed. The train, which consisted of five freight cars and engine No. 544, with Mr. Morrow as engineer, was going down the avenue at the rate of about three miles per hour, and when near the brown frame house, opposite 15th Street, the engineer and fireman, who were both on the watch, observed the man coming from the house and walk toward the train. As the foremost end of the train passed him he seemed to be waiting for it all to get by; but just as the car next to the engine reached him he dropped upon his hands and knees and threw his neck under the wheels. Those in charge of the engine saw the man’s movement and the engineer who had his hands on the levers, instantly reversed his engine and stopped it before it had gone six feet further. Only one wheel passed over the man, but he was dragged along for about four feet. His left shoulder, chest and neck were horribly torn and the head was almost severed from the trunk.
The train was held there until Coroner Richard Fitzgerald arrived, who summoned a jury and examined a number of witnesses, which examination developed the facts as above stated, and the jury found a verdict of deliberate suicide.
Mr. Kelly was stepfather to Mr. Michael Hoar, section boss on the Wabash Road. He was about sixty-five years old, and not very sound of either body or mind. He came here about two years ago from Texas where he had roamed about for some time. On his way here from Texas he jumped from the train as it was crossing a trestle over a stream of water. He was badly hurt, but the water was not deep, and he was rescued and brought here all right. Here he had a good home with Mr. Hoar, who sought to make him as comfortable in every way as possible during his old age. But he was continually ailing.
His remains were taken in
charge by Mr. Hoar and conveyed by Illinois Central train to the last
resting place yesterday afternoon.
Carondelet is mourning the
death of Mr. Herman J. Fisher, who died at daybreak yesterday after
an illness of two years, and whose remains will be interred tomorrow at 2
o’clock by the Masons, as he was a member of Good Hope Lodge, No. 218. Mr.
Fisher was successively a member of the legislature, traffic agent of
the Iron Mountain Railroad, cashier of the Carondelet Savings Bank and at
the time he was taken ill was inspector of customs for the port of St.
Louis. His family are all adults.”
Saturday, 9 Dec 1882:
(The 29 Nov 1881, issue
gives his name as Alfred Sanders and states he killed Moses King
at Bird’s Point on 20 Nov 1881.—Darrel Dexter)
SHAWNEETOWN, Ill., Dec. 12.—Since the dispatch yesterday in regard to the terrible explosion of Vincent’s sawmill, your correspondent has visited the grounds and can give a more particular description of the horrors of the accident. Vincent’s mill stands on the bank of the Ohio River, the front of the boiler facing the river, which here runs north and south. The explosion occurred downward and outward from a common center. The front of the boiler was carried some 300 yards east, and fell in the river about 100 yards from shore. The after part of the boiler was carried 200 yards west. The two Price boys, brothers, who must have been at the south end of the boiler, were blown at least 200 yards south.
Two other boys,
McLaughlin and Glass, were blown southeast, one falling into the
river about 200 yards away and the other was blown to near the edge of the
water in the same direction. William J. Montgomery, the mayor, who
was on the north side of the boiler, was blown against some lumber and the
fence northward some forty feet away. His leg to the knee was found in the
mill. The other, off at the hip, was found some 200 yards north. His hand
was found northwest about the same direction. His skull was lifted and the
brains entirely gone. The engineer was blown a long distance and cast
against the ground with great force, breaking one leg in two places and one
arm with internal injuries. He is still alive, with some hopes of
recovery. The evening was passed in picking up fragments of bodies which
were strewn in all directions from the central part of the explosion.
Heads, scalps, and pieces of bodies were found in all directions in a circle
of from 200 to 300 yards. No such horrors has ever been witnessed before.
The fragments could only be recognized by their friends by scraps of
clothing found upon them. A farmer traveling west of the mill with his
wagon had a narrow escape from a fragment of the boiler passing clear over
him, weighing not less than 200 pounds. Two men in a skiff to the east also
narrowly escaped a similar fragment that fell beyond them in the river. The
funeral of the eight victims hurled so suddenly into eternity took place
today. There was a general expression of sorrow and grief over the terrible
sacrifice of human life. The cause of the accident is believed to have been
a want of water and the sudden flowing of water into the red-hot boiler.
DIED—Friday night one o’clock at the residence of his niece, Mrs. Devine, on Ohio Levee near 14th Street after a long illness of inflammatory rheumatism, William Daley. He was a long resident of Cairo, having come here in 1855 and was 65 years of age. Funeral services will be held at St. Patrick’s Church at one o’clock this (Sunday) afternoon. Special train will leave foot of 14th Street opposite Mrs. Devine’s residence at two o’clock. Friends and acquaintances of the family are invited to attend.
married Bridget Dailey on 25 Sep 1869, in Alexander Co., Ill.
Bridget Stafford married Dennis Devine on 7 Nov 1872, in
Alexander Co., Ill.—Darrel Dexter
Last night, at 8:50 o’clock, at his home on Fifth Street, near Washington Avenue, A. J. Sayers, aged about twenty years, breathed his last after a short illness with pneumonia. The remains will be conveyed to Blandville, Ky., for burial today.
Jack was a good boy—considerably better than the average. He came to The Bulletin office about three years ago as apprentice, started at the very bottom of the printer’s trade, worked industriously, learned rapidly, and rose steadily, until about a year ago he was promoted to the foremanship of The Bulletin newsroom, which important position he filled faithfully and very satisfactorily until his late sickness. He was of a pleasant, social disposition and was liked and respected by all who knew him, particularly by those who knew him best.
Two sisters only survive
him, who were depending upon his daily labor for support, both his parents
having died within a year in this city. One is but a year or two younger
than Jack was, the other is a very bright little girl of about twelve
years. Both will now depend upon themselves and a generous public for the
necessaries and comforts of life, for they have no relatives living so far
as known, and they are in poor circumstances. May fate deal more gently
with them in the future than it did in the past—as gently as poor,
kind-hearted Jack would always have done had he lived—is the hope of The
The Weekly Cairo Bulletin
17 Apr 1882:
Born at Stonington, Conn., April 26th, 1816. Died at Chester, Ill., April 9th, 1882, at nine o’clock a.m., on Easter Day. There can be no more fitting and appropriate time for passing from the church militant into the church triumphant than upon the glad Easter morn, when millions hear the glad tidings, “He is risen.” At that beautiful hour, a faithful and devout churchman and a member of the vestry of the Church of the Redeemer, of Cairo, Ill, for many years, passed away from earth, awakening to an eternal Easter in the light of Paradise. His vacant seat in the little church which he loved, and which has had his faithful attendance for many years, may have held his invisible presence, as it tarried for a moment amid the perfume and fragrance of the Easter blossoms, and the sunshine, and Easter melody, to hear the fervent prayer responded to by friends and neighbors for his departing spirit. Daily for more than a week, before the end came, both the invalid and his sorrowing family were comforted by the beautiful prayers for the sick offered at his bedside, by the Rev. A. E. Wells, of St. Mark’s Church, Chester, who was unremitting in his kind attentions and who read a short service before the removal of the remains to the steamer City of Alton, which conveyed them with the family to Cairo. Owing to the high water, it was deemed inexpedient to hold funeral services at the church, and they were concluded at Beech Grove Cemetery, to which many friends accompanied the sorrowing family. The Rev. F. P. Davenport, the rector of the Church of the Redeemer, officiated at the grave.
Mr. White came to Cairo in 1855, and was universally known
and highly esteemed. It was with sincere sorrow that his friends gathered
around his last resting place in the twilight hour, and listened to the
solemn, yet comforting words of the burial service. The fresh, green sod,
the tender green of the early foliage, the blossoming violets, and merry
twitter of birds, the subtle sense of the spring, all told with a blessed
emphasis of consolation to the mourning hearts of widow, children, and
friends the sweet story of the Resurrection. Leaving him peacefully
sleeping, after the burden and toil of life’s fitful fever, with the Easter
flowers above him, the Easter joy about him; they turned away with the glad
and blessed thought—”He is not here; he is risen.” C.
It is with regret that The Bulletin announces the sudden death of Mr. John C. White, one of Cairo’s oldest and best known citizens. The sad event occurred last Sunday at Chester, Ill., where he had gone with his family for a few weeks’ visit. He had not been entirely well for some time, but his ailment was not believed to be of a serious character. The first of last week word came here that he was seriously ill, but last Saturday he was believed to be out of all danger.
Mr. White was about sixty-seven years old, and had been a citizen of Cairo for many years. His remains arrived, accompanied by is bereaved family, on the steamer City of Alton last evening, and a special train conveyed them and a large number of the friends of the family to Villa Ridge, where the last funeral rites were performed.