The true Democrat., 1857-01-20
NO. 15.
A Murderer Murdered.


 "On Friday evening last man named McArgar was murdered near Gibson's Station. on the Michigan Central Road twenty -four miles this side of Chicago
 It appears that McArger had been in Voor mans house, with whom he had some little quarrel on previous occasion, and while he was sitting on chair, speaking to Voorman's wife, Voorman got behind him with an axe, and struck him so hard as to let the head of the axe into McArgers head up to the handle. Alter he was struck he got up and went out of the house, as ascertained by the track of blood on the road. He sat down, where lie Was found dead thnrty-six hours afterwards. An inquest was held, and the jury returned verdict that the deceased came to his death by a blow with an axe, inflicted by Timothy Noorman. W ho was at the house adjoining during the time of the iu- gust, but through the neg igence Of the Justice he was not arrested VGorman has fed la parts unknown. He is about five feet eight inches high, rather stoutly made, heavy head of hair and quite gray, ifty-6ve years old. blue eyes and fair complexion; he is little lame. as he has had one of his legs broken, winch has left scar. A reasonable reward will ba paid for the apprehension of the murderer"
 Then we say that Mr. McArgar, or more pyo. PSiiyt AitOo!Sis Hd7 ulCb NuE CbCiii Ills Nl4I&Ioo provoked at last. Justice, though tardy, has overtaken him at last Some ten years before the advent of railroads, when there was a lonely road along the sand ridge through the wilder. ness between Michigan City and Chicago, there were few poor log cabins It which, for want of better accommodation, travellers were com peued to stop. In one of these cabins Fear the scene of this tragedy lived one McCaraar, with his wife and son, lad about fourteen years old. To that cabin there came one night lonely traveller, from thew est tired and ipo;- sore, with his staff and little bundle, ami a pair of boots in his hand walking in h.s stock mg-feet, because his boots hurt his feet so that he could not wear them without pain This traveller was a native of Ireland, who had been to Illinois toiling through the summer to earn money to send to the old country for his vie and children, and he was now Gn his way tn meet them in New York, to guide them to their new home in the West Of course he had the money with him. These facts he made known at woodcutter's camp into which he strayed and where he stayed all night, but he did not tell his name or where he came from. or any particulars by which he could be traced.
 When he left the wood choppers clnp 1t was late in the day, for he had been uuweu but thought he could reach "GibSon's" that night where he could get better accommodations He never did reach there. The wood cuttars rowed him across the river, '' the old fork ot the Calamie,'' in the direction of Gbsuu's. but with McCargar's house intervening and th4v saw him steering directly toward It. ou; a short distance from it; and no one but McCafga.'s family ever saw the man alive again. They each told different stories about the matter when separately questioned. The first said that he came at the time and stopped a little while, and then went four miles that night to Gibson's. The woman said that he stand all night, and was better in the morning, aud went on. Did he wear his boots?'
 "Oh yes--I gave him something to b,the his feet and they were well in the morning." McCagar himself said that the man did not stop at all; he saw him ge by just at night, with his boots swung across his stick, just as describ- ed by the wood cutters. That Was lie, for he was in Chicago that day, and did lot get home until 9 o'clock. Two weeks later the travellers body was found at the bottom of the river six miles below McCarga's with the back of his skull smashed by his own walking stick a heavy oak cudge, which was found near him. The body'did not float there, for the river was frozen, but q track of hand sled was seen upon the ice, aud McCar9arS boy owned sied The writer of this article was foreman of d | Juryof inquest upon the murdered mans t0dv, and had the man McCargar, his wife, and l0v separately, and without any suspicion on their part that they were suspected, before the iurv as witnesses. The boy was first examined - He had upon his feet, at that moment, inc murdered mans bo0ts and we felt sort ,f presclence of that fact the moment we saw them, but kept our thoughts in the back ground, while we drew out other matters. We then said confidently, Your mother says that those are not the fellows boots that he had with him that you traded for"
 "Well, she les--she knows well enough they arc. gave him myold ones, and half dollar, and went with him good piece on his way.'
 True, we thought, but 1t was on his way to the grave.
 "Ddnt your boots fit you better than these?' "Why, yes, they wa so big"
 | The murdered man was already buried. but we dug him up and found these boots would fit, and that the boys boots would not by more | than two inches
 The mother declared that the boy had but one pair of boots in two years, and those he had on, and that his father bought them in ChlcaSo at the very time the murdered man was at his house. This was all evident lie for no mortal in that time could have worn the l soles so much. Her statement was made to repel mythical charge, got up for the occasion that some teamster had accused them of scal- | ing pair of boots.
 Then came McCargar's turn and being led to believe that we were on the track of some lumbermen on their way from Chicago to Michigan, who might have stayed at his house this very night, and might have murdered tbis man. To refresh his memory, we reminded him that it was tho same team that he bought the boots from that his son had on, and then he remembered the circumstance perfectly well. and that it was that very night. His neighbors remembered that no team passed the read hat day or the next, for that night came oa fearful storm, and that night, without shadow of doubt, McCarger murdered the poor trayeler His wife gave him something that stopped all pain and soreness in his feet, and during the storm the father and son put the body upon tho hand-sled, hauled it over to the river, and down on the ice near the lake, where they iound a hole and chucked it in, the boy wearing the murdered mans boots. Although the jury were all convinced of | these facts, they conld not be proved, and the murderer was permitted to go unhung; but he ] has met fearful fate at last