The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1889-06-13

sentence will be the heaviest that can be given
him. A milkman who was overcharging for
milk this morning narrowly escaped lynching.
The infuriated men appropriated all his milk
and distributed it among the poor and then
drove him out of the town.
Services in the chapel from which the bodies
were buried consisted merely of a prayer by
one of the survivors. No minister was present.
Each coffin had q descriptive card upon it and
on the grave similar card was placed SO that
bodies can be removed later by friends.
Where WOodvale once stood there is now a sea
OF mud, broken but rarely by pile of wreckage.
Nothing is standing but the old wooden mills.
The place is swept bare OF all other
buildings but the ruins OF the Gautier
wire-mill. The boilers of this great works were
carried 100 yards from their foundation. Pieces
Of engines, rolls, and other machinery were
swept lar away from where they once stood.
The wreck of a hose carriage is sticking up out
OF the mud. It belonged to the crack company
OF Johnstown. The engine house is swept away
and the cellar is filed with mud, SO that the
site is obliterated.
A German Waterman was on guard at the mill
when the waters came. He ran for the hillside
and succeeded in escaping. He tells a graphic
story OF the appearance of the water it
swept down the valley. He declares that the
first wave was high as the third story of a
house.
The place is deserted No effort is being made
to clean off the streets. The mire has formed
the grave for many a poor victim. Arms and
legs are protruding from the mud, and it makes
the most sickening of pictures .
The Cambria Hospital has now 800 patients.
Several injured people have had operations per-
formed on them.
The hospital in the upper part of Johnstown
is full to Overfowing. Many have been carried
to the surrounding houses
Hospitals have been established Cone-
maugh and Mineral Point.
A rope ferry is now being operated in the
lower part of the town. An effort is being
made to construct a bridge across the Cone
maugh at the point where the old county bridge
stood.
Order is slowly arising out OF chaos. The
survivors slowly realizing what is the best
course to pursue. The great cry is for men
men who will work and not stand idly by and
do nothing but gaze at the ruins.
A man named Dougherty tells a thrilling
story of ride down the river on log. When
the waters struck the roof of the house on which
ne had taken shelter, he jumped astride a
telegraph pole, riding q distance of some
twenty three miles from YOUNGSTOWN to Bolivar
before he rescued.
nameless Paul Revere lies somewhere
among the dead. Who he is may never be
known, but his ride will be famous in local
history. Mounted on a large bay horse, he came
riding, like an angel OF wrath down the pike
which Xassed through Conemaugh to Johns
town, shouting as he came: Run for your lives
to the hills Run to the hil1sl" The
people crowded out OF their houses along
the thickly settled streets. Nobody knew
the man, and some thought that he was
maniac. On he rode, shrilling out his awful
cry. In a few moments there cloud of
ruin down the broad streets, down the narrow
alleys, grinding, twisting, hurting, overturning,
crashing annihtlating the weak and strong. 1t
was the charge Of the flood. On raced the rider
and on rushed the wave. Dozens of people
needed the warning and ran for the hills. Just
mighty fell upon him, and horse, man,
and bridge went down into chaos together