Mexico weekly ledger., 1879-01-30
ACCIDENTALLY SHOT, AND DRAGGED TO
DEATH

FRIGHTFUL OCCURRENCE.
ACCIDENTALLY SHOT, AND DRAGGED TO
DEATH.
Yesterday, as we learn, Jacob
Farewell, of Sailing Township, while
hunting on horseback, was thrown
from his horse and his gun dlscharg-
ed, in such a name as to open a
gaping wound in his side. But more
terrible than this, one of his feet
hung in the stirrup and the frighten-
ed horse bounded away, dragging the
hapless man owe snow, ice and fro
zen ground, and kicking and tramp
hing him until his body was a bloody
mass of cuts, bruises and abrasions.
The deceased is said to have been an
e. cellent young a
We are surprised that they did not
have it Col. Jacob Farewell. We
used to call him "Col." Yes, we
suppose the deceased must have been
San excellent young man." And he
was shot in the side with-a boot
jack! The wound did cape, but not
as much as the Colonel must have
done to swallow our cruel. "Abra-
sion!" Yes, that's a good word
when applied to the condition your
brain is in. My! but it must have
been a terrible sight to see poor Jacob
Farewell Ga myth) thrown from his
horse Ga myth) and shot in his side
with a gun "a myth.) Then, to be
dragged head down, with his foot in
the stirrup, until his body was a
bleeding mass of ~quivering flesh, and,
finally, to have his obituary written
by an editor, (who might be a myth)
who would not call him "Colonel?''
1t is a terrible affair, and we have
no doubt but Bro. H. shed tears when
he wrote-or rather re-wrote-the
notice of the "frightful occurrence"
He has no idea how sorry we are that
we did not warn him TO keep his fng-
ers out of our pie. Ws learn that his
hair now stands on end like the quilts
of a fretfuI porcupine /; that he swears
eternal vengeance! "He knew all
the time if he had anything TO do
with that cussed White he would get
in trouble; always knew he was q
rascal" &c.
Well, we can get along without his
''dress-parade, heightened red-tape,
professional swagger'' better than
he can without our enterprise and
brains. (?> We know he w did
US a favor yet that we did not pay
him for, and we never intend he shall.
Newspaper men will remember the
merriment that spread over Chicago
about two years ago. AS near as We
can CLEAN it was about as follows:
The NeWs never spared expense in
obtaining news by telegraph, but the
editor was mortified to see all his
specials regularly appear in the Post
a few minutes later. Demonstrations
for the immoral practice fell upon the
Post like water on a ducks back. AT
last strategy was employed. The
Ne,cs printed what purported to be a
| special from London on the situation
in Servia. which, among other things,
said: "a few days ago the mayor
of the provincial town of Savik issued
a proclamation ending with the emi-
nous words, 'Er us shit la Etsll Tvs
mel lum cmeht' (the municipality
cannot aid }" The Post stole it, and
printed it with a flaming head. Then
they wished they hadn't, for the al
legged Servian, read backwards, says,
stThe McMullens will steal this sure"
A very similar affair occurred the LIST
of August, in Springfield, Ill. State
Printer Lusk runs the Gazette, and it
is alleged makes his shears furnish
all his kilograms. He had arrange
ments with the pressman of the beg
lister, of the same city, to get the first
copy off the press. The latter paper
printed a bogus dispatch, giving a
graphic account of a storm at Win
chester, which killed the pastor Of the
German church, and with his last
breath he uttered the words, sIch
babe desc machricht gestohlen.'
Only one paper with this IN appeared,
and was duly transferred to Lusk, in
who's sheet it, with the other dis
patches, was printed. But his soul
was in anguish when the public be-
came uproarious over the translation,
which is, 81 have stolen this des-
patch.'' 1t will not be without in
terest to recall the most famous en-
terprise of this kind in New York.
Many readers will remember the
p~ulseless anxiety of the public in the
early days of October, 1854, when
hope for the safety Of the steamship
Arctic faded gradually out. On the
night of October 10th, George HI.
Burns, a survivor from the lost ship,
reached New York, and went to the
Herald, knowing that paper paid well
for news. His narrative was taken,
and got in type at a late hour-after