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From: "Steve Illum" <>
Subject: [CAAMADOR-L] Dispatch . . .
Date: Thu, 5 Aug 1999 17:44:13 -0600


It's always been my opinion that when one person gives to another, that
other person will eventually give back . . . maybe even more than expected.
That seems to be happening here. If you're like me, you have probably been
a little desperate for so many years. I have so little real family history
to go on. Most of what we have has been rumor or speculation. It's been
wonderful to have a heritage with the career of Anthony Caminetti in the
picture. My wife came up with Pocahontas in her family tree a couple of
months ago. It is sometimes when these accomplished figures come into the
picture that the rest of the picture gets overshadowed to the point that the
real genealogy gets fuzzied out by the shadows. I am always greatful for
even the tiniest sliver of data that someone sends my way. So, I'll keep
trying here.

Auguest 19, 1893 (34:54)

Married --- In Jackson, August 12, 1893, by Reverend H. Copeland, A.E.
Lessley of Volcano to Miss L. Deaver of Oleta.
In Jackson, August 11, 1893, by Reverend H. Copeland, John W. Gilbert to
Mrs. Theresa F. Laswell, both of Jackson.
In Jackson, August 15, 1893, by Reverend H. Copeland, J.E. Strader to Miss
Clara E. Felkner, both of Sacramento.

Born --- In Jackson, August 15, 1893 to the wife of S. Garaventa, a
daughter.

Mr. John Giusto of this place left for San Francisco this morning, having
been called thither by a telegram announcing that his daughter, Mrs. R.
Caminetti was dangerously ill.

DROPPED DEAD ON THE STREET

About half past seven o'clock last Monday morning, an old man named Carol
Gali, familiarly known as "Maltese Charley," fell dead on Broadway street,
opposite the residence of District Attorney Rust, and was buried on Tuesday
from the county hospital, where his body was taken after his death. The
deceased has for a number of years resided on a small place near the Zeile
mine, where he made a living by raising chickens and selling eggs. On
Monday morning he was coming to town with a basket of eggs, and when he
arrived opposite Mr. Rust's residence he met a fruit peddler and asked him
for a peach, and was told to help himself. He then stepped up onto the
spokes of the wheel to get the peach, and while in the act of taking it out
of the box, he fell to the ground and expired almost instantly. Several
persons were near by at the time and saw him fall, and ran to his
assistance. It was at first supposed that he simply had a fit, and efforts
were made to revive him, but as he showed no signs of recovery, a messenger
was sent for Dr. Robertson, who lives nearby, and when the doctor arrived he
pronounced the man dead. The body was then taken to the hospital, where an
inquest was held by Coroner Church the same afternoon. The jury, after
hearing all the evidence they could obtain, returned a verdict to the effect
that the deceased was named Carol Gali, a native of the Island of Malta,
aged about 73 years, and that his death resulted from natural causes. The
deceased had no relatives in this country, so far as could be ascertained,
and had no property of any kind, except for about five or six dozen
chickens. He was therefore buried from the hospital at the county's
expense.

BILLY MULLIGAN'S SAD END

The lifeless corpse of William Mulligan, a pioneer citizen of the county and
a man of some prominence during the early history of our town, was picked up
off the sidewalk in front of Sam Peiser's store about 6 o'clock last
Thursday morning and taken to the county hospital, from whence he will be
buried today (Friday) at the county's expense. In "good old days of yore,"
he held the office of Constable in the thriving city of Drytown, and was
also Collector of foreign miners' license: but of late years Dame Fortune
has persistently refused to smile favorably upon him, and he was therefore
forced to do his own "smiling," which he did to such an extent as to cause
him to lose his reputation for sobriety. In fact, he was imbibing quite
copiously during the day and night previous to his death, and went to sleep
on the sidewalk where he was picked up dead on Thursday morning. (More to
the article.)

SAD DEATH

One week ago last Friday evening, the little town of Volcano was thrown into
a fever of excitement by shrieks and hollowing ow men, women, and children,
"Run to Peck's reservoir." Albert Cottingham left his father and mother,
jubilant and happy, and in company with his two little nephews, Hillie and
Ray Bicknell went to the reservoir to teach them to swim. The reservoir is
about 1/3 mile from town. Albert had taken the younger child in bathing,
and, then took Ray; he no sooner was in however, before he sank, and never
was seen by the little boys again, Ray understanding his perilous condition,
while trying to swim ashore, screamed, and little Hillie (maybe Willie) rand
in a nude condition down to Grandma's (first house below the reservoir) and
hallowed, Ray is drowned. Mr. and Mrs. Cottingham and Mrs. Bicknell, ran
screaming, thinking Albert had dispatched for help, thinking something had
befallen Ray. Little Fred Griesback, a boy of 12 years heard Willie and
undressed himself on the road, and as soon as he reached the reservoir,
dived in and rescued the drowning child. Then came the heart rending scene.
Where is Albert? He is in the reservoir! By this time everybody in town
was at the reservoir that clasped poor Albert, but the frantic mother and
father could not see their precious one, until the water was nearly run off,
when lo! there lay Albert's body where people least expected almost ashore.
Loving hands gently lifted the lifeless form, and did everything to
rescusitate him, but life was extinct. The agony of that mother and father
while watching for their heart's idol, was beyond description. The mother
for a moment forgetting all other earthly ties, threw her arms around her
boy and cried, "Oh, Albert! I have lost the idol of my heart's purest love,
and would to God this broken heart could cease its throbbing, that I might
follow thee, my darling." Albert was an expert swimmer, and the cause of
drowning was supposed to have been cramps, as he was subject to them. The
distracted parents were conveyed to their lonely home in a buggy, followed
by the corpse of their youngest child. May the smiles of Heaven shower down
blessings upon the aged parents, and when death shall have calmed their
aching hearts, may they join their loved one in a happier and better world
beyond.

Mrs. Robert Stewart was immediately sent for, and the silent grieving she
manifested for her unfortunate brother was pitiful to behold. Albert was 30
years old, born and raised in Volcano and leaves a host of friends who loved
him for his determination of always caring for his father and mother. The
casket was laden with floral offerings . . . . Mrs. Stewart, Mrs. Bicknell
Mrs. Kimball and Mrs. Walker sisters of the deceased were present. Mrs.
Barnes of Montana and H.P. Cottingham of San Francisco, brother and sister
absent.

BARN AND HAY BURNED

A fire broke out about 9 o'clock last Sunday night in a barn belonging to
Phillip Gibbert on his ranch about five miles from town resulting in the
total destruction of the barn and about 80 tons of hay, together with a
large stakc of wheat and a fence near the barn. There was also a lot of
farm implements in the barn and a threshing machine near by, but the
thresher was saved after receiving quite a severe scorching, which will not
materially effect its usefulness. The fire originated in the barn but the
cause of the origin is not known. The total loss is estimated at about
$2,600 which was covered by insurance to the amount of $1,500.

August 26, 1893 (34:55)

Died --- In the County hospital, August 24, 1893, Joseph Valenpuela, native
of Chili, aged 65.
In Jackson, August 26, 1893, Mrs. S. Garaventa, age 30.

ANOTHER WEILAND ROBBER CAPTURED

On last Sunday afternoon a message was received by Sheriff Gregory from
Sheriff Purvis of Stanislaus county, stating that Colburn, one of the
Weiland robbers, was arrested and in jail at Phoenix, Arizona. On Monday
morning Sheriff Gregory left for Sacramento to get a requisition from Gov.
Markham for the prisoner, and then started for Phoenix to get the prisoner,
and bring him back to Jackson. He was not yet returned at the present
writing, but is expected back this (Saturday) evening. There is still
another of the robbers at large named Knox, but it is thought that he will
be captured before long. Sheriff Gregory has thus far displayed
considerable energy and enterprise in looking up these outlaws, and it is to
be hoped that he will ultimately succeed in catching all of them.

(My, my! The long arm of the law in Amador County! I'm still wondering
about the Staples hanging!

Steve

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