Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1859-08-26
The Fighting Editor.

ruWaru Ia. CfoSs, VINO recently fought
duel in Arizona with Lieut.. Mowry,
was assassinatcd in Tuloe, his place Of
residence, shortly after the duel, accor-
ding to Cincinnati paper. His duel
with Mowry was strange, daredevil
affair. They fought with rifles, both
being crack shots. They popped away
at each other four times without effect
In the fourth fire, Cross's rife went of
prematurely, and the seconds decided
that Mowry was entitled to a shot alone
So the brave Cross threw his rifle aside
calmly folded his arms, and told Mowry
to blaze away The generous Mowry
did blaze, but he blazed into the air.
The belligerents then made up, and We
hoped Cross would have no more despe-
rate fights for the present. But it seems
his dogs barkcd at some Mexicans Mex
leans drew knives on dogs; Cross told
them to let the dogs alone, calling them
off at the same time Mexicans fell on
Cross and cut him to pieces. Thus goes
the story. 1t may or may not be true.
But you know they do this sort of thing
in Arizona. We knew Il. Il. Cross very
we'll. He instructed us in the mysteries
and miseries of typc-setting, in Coos
county, New Hampshire, some years ago.
He was First Lieutenant Of the Coos
Greys, and was rather proud of his po-
sition. He went to get his uniform one
training day, but could not find it. He
was forced to train with red scarf and
dingy old cutlass, that being the only
uniform he could raise. In the evening
crazy old town pauper (who fanciod he
was Napoleon Bonaparte) was dug out of
woodshed with Cross's uniform on
He was in state of extreme intoxica-
ton, and the uniform, once so bright
and gay, was now besmeared with mud.
The Lieut.. was quite angry, and ac-
cuscd us Of rigging the pauper out in the
beautiful military clothes. We had a
slight falling out, in which the Lieut.,
fell somewhat heavily upon us, and as
he was man grown and very stout and
We were quite small aud young, we can
safely say that we never experienced
such intense anxiety in our life. At the
end of the desperate contest we found
ourself at the foot of the printing Office
stairs. We thought we would print no
more in that building We had a
''sheep's-foot" in our hand, and think
ing we might be accused of theft if we
carried it away, VIC stepped out into the
street and threw it up through the win
dow. Lieut.. Cross was unfortunately
standing at the window, and tho "shcep's
FOOT hit him violently in the abdomen
We were so anxious to get home to our
parents, that we didn't stop to see how
much he was injured, but he informed us
few years since that he experienced
considerable pain for several days after
wards
In reading of the Lieutenant's doings
in Arizona, we could not help putting
on record our remarkable contest with
him. lie came to the West and worked
as journeyman printer in Cincinnati
some time. lie then wrote sketches for
the Times, and travelled all over the
Union as special correspondent Of that
excellent Western journal. His efu-
sions, under the name Of Orchard Ev-
erett," were copied far and wide. They
usually related to historical subjects and
were remarkable for their accuracy, vigor
and terseness. He liked to write of
American battles, and his writings ever
breathed a lofty spirit of patriotism
About year ago he went to Arizona.
lie was cool-headed and brave, and would
have succeeded gloriously as a soldier.
The story of his assassination looks some
thing like canard and VIC shall hope to
see it contradicted. II true, gallant
and big-hearted man sleeps in Arizona,
far away from home and kindred. -Cteve-
land Piaindcdler.