Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1888-01-03
WEBSTER'S DEATH.
HOW THE SAD NEWS WAS FIRST
BROUGHT FROM MARsHFlELD.


I0sn Gains Wonderful Ride On. sun.
aay Morning In ts52-A Littl.
spra'nsd Mare Carries the Dispatch
Bearer Ahead of Everything Else.
Wen over On Fort Hill street. in Wast
bingham, lives Eben Wheeler Cain Ha q
.ne man who first carried the pews az tho
death of Daniel Webster to Boston no rods
rom ns ~ Marshaeid on the morning Of Sunday,
!, ~ "a i'oS' IN the time intervening between
o'' una ~ the Old South clock. His was
.io credit that The Gazette was able to print
,'le iass words OF the dying statesman three
nours before the other paper could. Eben
o"ii u iuii OF Wit, too, as well as remi-
nlscence, as many an old expressman can
testity In fuckers way BHlsr this story
Is told OF him:
One morning which succeeded a night Of
"i'alty-tbe occasion being the annual ex
pressineifs sleigh ride-he was accosted by
Fellow driver with: "Cain were YOU the man
that slew AbeT
"No," says Eben, II was the man that vss
slowed"
Ehen Cain is CT now. He stopped driving
for Adams hall dozen years ago. but he
seems just as vigorous as lie ever did, He
farms 1t u little around his house, that stands
II back from the road, and takes GOOD care
OF Ills good wife. was asking him the other
day about his ride from Marshf. Id.
We'll" the tall, brown armed. gray
Mustered man said, Al went down twice.
you know. Jack Clapp we used to cali
him--yes, Col Ciapp, of The Journal, of The
Gazette then-lives down here OIL Jerusalem
ROAD summers--he got me to CO. Webster
died OF Sunday morning We went down
hrst Saturday. George Blanchard, the agent
OF the Associated Press, straight Teller with
white specs, wanted mo to 60. John Bradley,
then OK The Times, and since dead in Califor.
ma, went with me for company. We went
over to Jim Mulam's stable and got four
wheel trotting gig; we wanted to get back by
IL, in time to telegraph to New York-and-
well, we shifted bosses at George French's, in
Quincy, Wash French's father, and again a,
John Prouty's in Scituate 1t was thirty -six
miles to MarshIield, over the Queen Anne
turnpike, through Pembroke
TIE LITTLE WHITE MARE.
I'VE got his conditioS-no change" the
messenger continued, land come home
bradley stopped to chat at Frencts, and there
was fellow named Huntress who wanted to
make dollar. He hitched up a racker to
get our news TO Boston ahead Of u.s. But on
the Old bridGe-Federal street, now-we over
took lin. The draw was up, and he had to
wait, and | tell you we ratified into town to
gether a-spanking.
"Well, went about my regular work for
uarnden-one team used to do all his work
taen-when in comes Clapp and asks me if
there is man there by the name Of Cain,
and wants to know if will go to Marshfield
for him, same as l did for the Associated
Press. says yes, if the boss is willing; he
says yes, if want to 60. So went over to
Josh Siuarts stable, on School street this
Time, where the Parker house is now. He
said he had Il good roader for ME, and took
him and an open buggy. We'll, goes down
and gets as far as Frencn's, and he says:
'Eoen, I've got spawned nag here that will
60 like thunder. but you won't know it when
she's gone forty rod, aud you'd better take
her, john Prouty he had q little white mare
for me, and says he: II you give her the
rein on the way home she'll fetch you right
here to the door, So took her and got there
and some of the servants put up my boss in
the stable--the servants swarmed around
there like bees-and | went into private H.
brary there was there to one side where there
were fifteen or twenty OF them sitting by the
flieplace-one Of those where YOU can burn
logs four feet long. There was Peter Har-
vey, Webster's particular friend, and J. w.
Page, think, the dry @ods man on Frank.
lin street, and some more; and pretty soon
down comes Mr. Marsh, of The Bee. Mr.
Gill, Of The Gazette, had been down and gone
away at IL, and was to wait till Webster
died. They invited Marsh into the house,
and some one says to mel told 'em was
from Mr.. Clapp-that had better get some
rest had been up two nights, you know.
and just rode seventy-two miles-so laid
down on a lounge. Great fellow TO run ex-
press and so to sleep, eLs'
@What time was thatF asked.
"That was early Sunday morning" the old
expressman said. well, was q going to
tell you IT want two minutes, seems SO,
before woke up and heard Mr.. Marsh's man
say 4 want my horse quick as you can; Mr..
Nebster's dead"