The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1892-08-24
OLD TIME FUNERALS.
WHEN lEADvlltE DID THE PROPER
THINGr FOR DEAD MEN.

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Company and "a Long Procession.
To one who passes along the streets of
Leadville now there is just one feature
In particular which serves as mark of
comparison of the Leadville of today
with the mining camp of thirteen years
ago. Leadville now is respectable,
staid and as solemn as mining city
can be, but IL isn't the solemnity in the
abstract which strikes one now. IL Is
specific solemnity which concerns
itself with funerals.
To one who has lived in the past, when
every funeral was an occasion for ms
much celebration as circus, the quiet
and sedate cortege moving along Chest
nut street today is something not to be
considered. IL is too gloomy to suit the
old timer; but, alasi the old timer is no
more.
In 1879 the town was wild. Every
body carried a "gun"-not in his pocket,
mind you, only the natural born fool
did, and he rarely lived to repent of It,
The weapon was stuck in his belt right
handy for immediate action. AS con-
sequence rarely u day passed without a
violent death. Added TO this the work
of pneumonia kept the gravedigger over
in the valley Mt work night and day.
This may sound like exaggeration, but
it isn't. The twinkling lights in the
valley presented grewsome appearance
at night and more so when their purpose
was known. They lit the gravediggers
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enemy. Men were strong, fearless,
healthy in the morning, and when even
ing came with it was the physician and
the next day the undertaken. No ac-
comnodations fit to be called such were
obtainable. and men after days of hard
work in the mines were obliged to sleep
in that frosted atmosphere wherever
they could.
Rev. T. j. Mackey was the most pop
ular clergyman in town at that time.
He was loved by the good people and
respected, almost venerated, by the
gamblers and the miners, which doesn't
imply that miners were not i'm them
selves reputable people. Whenever a
miner or a sporting man or woman died
it was Parson Mackey who was called
in. There was one day in particular
when the parson held four funerals, and
that was the record. Four was fire.
quently equaled, but it stood as the top
notch for one clergyman.
Mr.. Mackey, who was an Episcopal
clergyman, held services in the Tabor
opera house. Fifty dollars day was
the rent, and the collection never fell
short. 1t was necessary to close the
doors then long before the time for the
beginning of the service TO keep back
the crowds. This four funeral day
spoken of was the day on which J. B.
Omohundro, known all over the world
as "Texas Jack" was buried.
Leadville never did funerals by halves.
A brass band was a regular thing No
funeral was held without one. The
band attending upon Jack was made up
of fifty pieces. being a combination of
several. Fay Templeton's opera COM
pany was playing an engagement in
Leadville then, and Fay agreed to sup
| ply her company to act as choir. The
coffin was set upon the stage loaded
with flowers, and flowers were rarer
than mines in Leadville, and Rev.
Mackey appeared in his regimentals as
chaplain of the Tabor Light Guards to
preach the funeral sermon. AS he pro-
ceeded, whenever he made an illusion
to any good quality in Jack the congre.
CATION applauded as vociferously as
though they were approving fint
feature of n play. There was no dis
order-these people meant it all. They
wept at the preachers words and stamp
ed their feet in approval of his hope foi
Jacks chances over there.
Before the services Mr.. Mackey had
been waited upon by the Tabor Ligh,
Guards. They recited to him the fact
that all the senior officers but the chap
lain were absent from the city, and TOLD
him that as he was ranking officer oi
the day he must don his regimental.
and lead the company. At first he de
INJURED vigorously, but finally, equipped
with blue and gold and a sword tina
knew not its place and the propriety o.
keeping it, he marched upon the stag,
to help Jack along. When the services
were over he found they had provided ;
horse for him to lead the column.
The preacher wasn't the most remark
able horseman in the world, but he wa
game, and he mounted and startet
away. Directly'the band struck up the
dead March in Saul" the preacher ant
his steed became almost as prominent a
the corpse-or they would have beer
elsewhere than in Leadville. Her
everything went. The dominic waltze'
to the graveyard ON his fiery charger
actually waltzed. but nobody notice,
that. That was a regular thing, or a
least not striking innovation.
At Omohundro's funeral, as at al
funerals in Leadville, work of al
kinds was suspended. Men and womel
thronged upon the sidewalks-packe'
them. One could really have walked OF
the heads of the people and nobod.
would have noticed it. In those day
the undertaken took great pride in tn
turning out. Riding in the carriage witt
tho yrao char ha xyould look hack low