The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-12-28
WERE NOT BORN TO DIE.
PEOPLE WHO SURVIVED WOUNDS
CONSIDERED MORTAL.

Through the Vitals, Bill Poole and
Jack Barnett Lived and Told Their
Tales.
From the San francisco Examiner.
''Man doth not yield himself unto the
angels, nor unto death utterly, save by the
weakness of his own feeble will" So wrote
one Of the old philosophers, and many
moderns who have withstood the assaults of
the gray reaper seem to bear witness to the
truth of the thinkers singular assertion.
Although Falstaf determined that honor
could not heal a wound and had no skill in
surgery, the iron will has on more than one
occasion kept the restiye spirit lingering in
q body wounded unto DEATH" stsnching
the flow Of blood and overcoming the shock
A few nights ago group OF detectives
and loungers at the old city hall were dis
cussing the greivous wounds and unex-
pected recoveries, and one told of how he
had once witnessed duel between two
Malays. who had cut at each other with
the cruel Kris until both had a dozen
slashes, any one of which would ordinarily
have been considered sufficient to send the
soul toward Nirvana; yet. under no better
attendance than the rough care Of the
native doctors, both lived to fight again.
us bal6 DEOuRuL OLU5Es and the
narrator went on:
"There's Warren B. English over there
In Oakland, who is as hale and hearty a
man as you could wish TO see and who re-
Gently went through a possibly successful
campaign for congress. During the civil
war, while serving In the gray, English was
shot through and through from side to side
by 10-ounce minnie ball. So great was
the rent that a silken handkerchief was
snaaaad thrnu0h tho xun1nh IN NIaar
hundred and ninety-nine men out OF 1000
would have died right there. But English
set his teeth and will, got we'll and went to
fighting again. He was just as hard to
down by death as he is in politics
Then call to mind the recent case Of Jack
Barnett. Two years ago he received bull
let which carried away the apex of his heart.
Now, the heart is very necessary organ,
and the doctors thought 1t was all up with
Barnett. Though man Of iron constitu-
tion, he was well along in years, at a time
In life when far sltghter hurt would carry
off most men. But, bless you, he's walking
around now, apparently heart whole, and
good for any number of aches aud ills.
Probably he'll die Of fish bone or a pin
prick.
"You remember how he shot himself and
May Castree, or 'Mignon.' at the same time,
under an agreement to die together. He
did his best in both cases, and 'MiRnon,
went across the tide to give an account OF
herself. But Barnett not only survived the
shock of the bullet in his love-laden heart.
but also survived the awful rigors of the
receiving hospital
Detective Ben Bohen here "put his oar
In" the stream of experience and dipped out
the story of Tom McNab.
''MoNab lived for ten years with bullet
in his BRAIN" he said. During a scrim-
mage in the famous Eel Dorado during the
old days Con Mooney put G pistol ball into
McNab's head, aud thought there was one
man less to struggle for fame and fortune
In the new land. The Ell Dorado was at the
corner of W ashington and Kearney streets,
where the receiving hospital has since been.
1t was one of the gambling and dance
houses which kept the entire police force of
about thirty members busy on Washington
and jackson streets.
just previous to the shooting OF McNab,
John Buckley, a brother of Chris. Jim Dob
son, Con Mooney and Bill Farmen were in
the house. There had been bad blood be-
tween some of the men and they soon got
to fighting Dobsou was q Texan and a
fine big fellow. He was afterward MUIR
dered by Jimmy Tyler on Montgomery
street, opposite the Occidental hotel. The
row had no sooner commenced than Johnny
Buckley took shot at Dobson. In an in
slant every one had his gun out. Just then
was also from Texas, where he mad belonged
to the rangers under Col. Jack Hays, stop
ped into she room. He was splendid look
ing man Of commanding figure. AS he APP
peared in the room he stood with his hands
III the side pockets of his coat, as if grasp
ing two pistols, and said: What is all this
going on and l not hereT
Mooney thought McNeb was going TO
shoot, SO he sprang forward and caught him
by the shoulder. He held a cooked derriu-
ger In his right hand, aud as he gresped
'MoNab to push him away the pistol went
off and the bali struck McNab in tho left
side of the head. just above the front of the
ear. 1t went clean through the head to the
other side.
"McNab staggered and fell heard the
shooting and, running into the FL Dorado
with Policeman John Conway, arrested
Mooney and took him into the prison. He
did not know that he had shot MoNab, and
protested that IL we would go hack and get
his pistol we would find that it was not dis
charged. We did so. and found the derrin-
ger under some casks, where he had thrown
1t. One bari oil had been fired.
"MoNab's wound was examined, and it
was found that the bullet had gone right
through his brain, lodging In the skull dl-
rectly opposite the point Of entrance. Not
outstanding the supposedly fatal wound he
got better aud lived for ten years, during
which time ne carried in his head the little
chunk of lead as a memento of the row. He
apparently enjoyed the best of health all
this time.
"As for men living after being shot
through the heart, there was Bill Poole, the
great pugilist Of New York can Just re.
member him as the handsomesJ man who
ever walked the earth. He was listener,
not talker, q d clean grit clear through.
He was a leader In the Native American
party and in those hot political times had
to maintain his position by almost continual
fighting. OF course he had many enemies,
and at last a plot was Matched to Kill him.
HE had been on spree, aud TINS was
considered the best time TO tackle him. So
crowd of half q dozen of his opponents, in
Guiding Lew Baker, Jim Turner. Dad Cum
ningham and Mclaughlin. went in d hack
to Stanwick hail, New York city, where
they knew he was TO be found. AS they en-
tered the place Poole, who was unarmed,
drew himself up and said:
Veil. you fellows have come here for
murder, have your Come oar
SAT once Dad Cunningham spat in his
face, and d @ next instant Turner fired. The
ball struck Poole in the leg and brought him
70 the floor. Lew Baker jumped forward,
placed his pistol to the fallen mans breast
and fired. Tue bullet went straight to the
heart.
"Poole was picked up by his friends and
for Re