Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1880-04-24

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on his way for him Udderzook says hi
again began to get feaaful that he would
reveal the true condition of things and he
resolved to kill him. That terrible ride
from Jennerville to Penningtonville and
its tragic end Udderzook thus describes:
The evening was warm and we drove
rather slowly. Goss was swearing about
being brought into such country place
and was complaining. was rather dis
posed to quarrel with him, and going up
we quarreled considerably. When we got
above Cochranville to a woods had no.
ticed in the morning, and which l
had selected for the purpose, l drove
in among some chestnut sprouts. l
did not think Goss would notice where
we were going, but he did, and
exclaimed, "Where are you taking me !!
are you going to kill me?' l at that in
slant stopped the horse, threw down the
lines and putting my left arm around his
head covered his mouth with my left hand !;
with the right drew out the knife had
made at Baltimore for the purpose and cut
his throat. 1t was the work of an instant.
He made no noise and very little resist
ance, for l held him like a vice. The
blood, of course, ran over everything
he bled awfully, until, finally, his body
becoming weak, l released my hold, and it
doubled down upon the bottom of the
wagon, smashed the front of the dash
board over and bent the irons. While l
was holding him, until he bled. to be sure
my work was completed, | stabbed him in
the heart, and this accounts for the numer-
Gus wounds found upon the body. Heavens,
+ x,1& I, hat
slender blade.
When he was senseless took him out of
the wagon and laid him on the ground and
water we had passed. Here l washed the
wagon thoroughly, having first taken out
the oilcloth that was in the bottom. also
washed the blood off myself. l had black
pantaloons on, and the blood and water
did not show on them The worst was
on my shirt, but | took it Off and washed
the stains out of that, and it only looked
like swcated shirt. After washing the
wagon | was very much exhausted and and
drank the balance of the whisky in the
bottle, fixed up the dashboard Of the
wagon as best could, and took the wagon
back to Penningtonville. After leaving
the wagon | went and sat down on plat
form near the railroad, intending to rest
few minutes, but fell asleep, and woke with
start for fear it was nearly morning. l
don't know how long l had slept, but l
hurried up and started back. l had seen a
spade at Rhoades's when had been there
that day, standing in the stable. stopped at
Rhoadcs's, got this and proceeded on my
way. My idea was to so distigure the body
as to prevent identification if it should be
found. ,..rrc took the clothes off it,
cut it vi, ..s it was found, and battered the
head with the spade. The digging was
very hard. The ground was dry and there
were SO many roots that had great diff
Guilty in digging hole to bury the body
in. And here is where | made fatal mis-
take, for if had only dug that grave a
little deeper no one would ever have
known.
After buryins the body 1 made a fire
and burned the bloody clothes, horse cover,
&c. BY this time it was daylight and l
started to Gennerville. stopped at Coch- |
ranville and got my breakfast, then went
on and stayed with my mother for few
days and then went back to Baltimore.
Goss' S ring was pulled off in some way in the |
wagon, and did not notice the loss until l
was searching tor his trinkets. He had
with him the ratchet screw driver, some
old and curious coins and various other
things. These took with me, and, with |
the knife with which did the deed, drop !
ped them into the Susquehanna river as |
crossed the bridge on my return to Balti- |
more. |
This is the true story, and am sure
those who read it will believe that would |
never have gone into this if l had |
foreseen the necessity for murder. But |
the killing Of GosS became matter of ne
cessity for my own preservation. l tried |
this last last chance and have lost: desire It.. to
the killing no one else knew anything |
about it, and not soul except myself,
W. S. Goss and a. G. Goss knw anything
about the conspiracy.