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From: "Steve Illum" <>
Subject: [CAAMADOR-L] Dispatch . . .
Date: Thu, 5 Aug 1999 19:34:51 -0600


September 9, 1893 (35:2)

Born --- Near Jackson, September 5, 1893, to William Vela and wife, a son.

Married --- At Mokelumne Hill, September 4, 1893, by Father Gleason, Mr.
Henry Earl, engineer at Hardenburg to Miss Nellie Dauvst.

Died --- Near Oleta, August 21, 1893, Louis Lavern French, son of Mr. & Mrs
L.D. French, four years, 9 months of age.


A FOOTHILL MYSTERY

The Finley boys, who live on the Murphys stage road about three miles from
Milton, brought into that town yesterday a starving horse hitched to a buggy
which had been in a clump of bushes near the Finley ranch for several days
and possibly a week. The horse was hardly able to walk, but the young men
urged him along carefully to deliver the outfit to Constable Epperson. The
horse was placed in the stable and carefully fed and watered enough to
sustain life and bring him strength gradually.

The discovery created something of a sensation in Milton, for there is a
bystery to be explained. The horse was tied in the bushes after the driver
had given him considerable punishment, as was shown by his condition. The
animal was covered with foam when the driver left him and the white coating
on his skin was evidence of that fact. The young ranchers found in the
buggy a drab-colored soft hat and a newspaper wrapper of straw-paper, on
which was printed the address: "J.B. Damrell, Stockton." There was also in
the vehicle a short, stout stick, having the appearance of a "billy" used
for cracking skulls. Through one end had been bored a hole to carry a
string which was used to encircle the wrist of the "billy" wielder, giving
him a better hold on the club.

The horse looked like a well-bred roadster from some valley town or ranch,
as the shoeing is such as is not seen in the hills. The heels of the shoes
are turned outward and the iron is smooth. The animal is a bright bay with
three white feet and his tail shows the effect of whipping over the
dashboard. The buggy is of the endspring pattern and the left thill has
been broken in the middle and wrapped in three places with copper wire.

When the news was brought to Stockton yesterday the Sherrif's officers made
inquiries and were assured by a livery man who stables J.B. Damrell's horse
when in town, that the buggy is not owned by the Linden farmer, but he
drives a bay horse. Deputy Sheriff Benjamin made further inquiries last
night and came to the conclusion that the rig is one Damrell owned. The
farmer has not reported the loss of a horse and buggy and it is not known
whether he is at home or in the mountains. An effort will be made to find
Damrell today.


September 16, 1893 (35:3)

Married --- In Jackson, September 9, 1893, at the residence of G. A. Gordon,
by H. Goldner, Justice of the Peace, Mr. Robert L. Roddick to Miss Lizzie V.
Frisbee.

Born --- near Jackson, September 8, 1893 to Lincoln Love and wife, a
daughter.


September 23, 1893 (35:4)

Died --- In County hospital, Jackson, September 20, 1893, William Dempsey, a
native of Ireland, aged 64.

Married --- At the Globe Hotel, September 16, 1893, by H. Goldner, Justice
of the Peace, Mr. George M. Blackwell of Sutter Creek to Miss Sadie Miller
of Stockton.
In Jackson, September 18, 1893, by H. Goldner, Mr. George Gregor to Miss
Elizabeth Gundry, both of Jackson.


COLBURN ATTEMPTS TO BREAK JAIL

Owing to certain suspicious circumstance, Sheriff Gregory concluded to make
an investigation of the various cells in the jail last Thursday morning. He
found nothing out of the usual order of things until he came to the cell
occupied by Colburn, the Weiland robber recently captured and brought back
from Arizona. Here he found, on looking under Colburn's bed that a hole had
been dug in the cement flooring about 8 inches wide, about 18 inches long
and about four inches deep, which had evidently been made with a piece of
tin, as that was the only thing found in the cell with which the work could
have been done. It was evidently the intention of the prisoner to dig under
the wall of the cell and get out into the main corridor of the jail where he
would be able to take the jailor by surprise when he came in with the food
for the prisoners, and make his escape either by overpowering the jailor or
slipping out through the main door while he was delivering food to the other
prisoners in their cells. It was a cunningly devised scheme, and was
thwarted by the nearest accident which caused the suspicion.


September 30, 1893 (35:5)

Death --- In Drytown, September 25, 1893, Matthew A. Wells, native of New
York, aged about 84 years.
In Jackson, September 24, 1893, Miss Kate Sargent, native of California,
aged about 21.

A SERIOUS ACCIDENT

There was a strange accident that occurred at the Kennedy mine on Friday
evening of last week, September 22nd. The circumstances as related to us
were about as follows: John Truscott, foreman of the mine, came up from
near the bottom of the shaft at 3 o'clock P.M. on the skip which was full of
slate or waste and landed safely. At half past seven o'clock in the
evening, the same skip while being let down in the mine empty, at about the
1,000 foot level the vail parted letting the skip fall over 600 feet, where
Louis Bagneschi, was at work at the side of the lower end of the track.
When the skip struck the bottom it creeled in such a way as to strike
Bagneschi driving him against the wall of the shaft. The injured man was
brought up on top, by his fellow workmen, and Dr. E.B. Robertson was called
and upon examination it was found that he was bruised and lacerated nearly
all over, but the most serious injury was a fracture of the left side of the
skull, a part of which was greatly depressed on the brain. The Doctor
returned to his office as quickly as possible, and procured his trefining
instruments, and on his return cut out two disks --- button shaped pieces
(Sounds like fun.) --- which enabled him to raise the depressed portion
thereby relieving pressure on the brain.

After trefining the patient revived so as to be able to be removed to his
home in Jackson. On Tuesday the Doctor removed about a pint of dead
extravastaed blook from the outer aspect of the patient's hip.

We would say in conclusion that a Doctor who has the nerve to undertake and
the skill to execute such an operation with no other light that two miners'
candles, in the changing room of the mine, laying on some rough boards;
deserves the highest respect of the people among whom he resides (No
doubt!).


A FATAL ACCIDENT AT THE IONE FAIR

As Mrs. J.J. Ekel, of Plymouth, and her daughter Maud, were driving out to
the park at Ione, just after dinner last Tuesday in a buggy the horse became
frightened at some object near the road side and commenced to run at full
speed throwing both the occupants out of the buggy, resulting in the almost
instant death of Mrs. Ekel, but the daughter escaped without any very
serious injury. From what we learn of the particulars, it seems that the
horse ran across a small ditch at the side of the road, causing Mrs. Ekel to
be pitched out head foremost over the dash-board and under the horse's
heels, receiving a fatal injury in the head, either by striking against a
rock, or being kicked by the horse. The unfortunate lady was picked up and
taken to the home of Mr. J. Kelly, where she was laid out and prepared for
the funeral. Her remains were taken to her home in Plymouth and buried last
Thursday afternoon, the funeral being largely attended by her many
sympathizing friends and neighbors, she being very highly respected by all
who know her.

(Seems like people here were either very highly respected, or bums?)


A FATAL RUNAWAY ACCIDENT

A very sad and fatal accident occurred near the town of Buena Vista in this
county, last Sunday evening, which resulted in the sudden death of Mrs. J.Q.
Horton, and the serious, if not fatal injury of another aged lady named Mrs.
Mary Metcalf. It seems that the two ladies, both of whom are well advanced
in years, had been on a visit to one of Mrs. Horton's relatives, a few miles
distant, and on their way back home, the horse became frightened and ran
away (Those darned horses again!), dashing the buggy to pieces against a
tree, almost instantly killing Mrs. Horton and inflicting such serious
injuries upon Mrs. Metcalf that she is not expected to recover. We have not
been able to learn what caused the horse to take fright; but the sad affair
has case a gloom of sorrow in that neighborhood as both ladies were very
highly respected by all who knew them. Mrs. Horton was buried in the Ione
cemetery last Tuesday afternoon in the presence of a large concourse of
sorrowing friends.

Steve

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