The age-herald., 1898-09-11
The Murder of a
 Klondike Pilgrim

Almost within sight of the mecca of his anticipated dreams of fabulous wealth, with but few more miles of journeying over the treacherous waste of gloomy fro zen grandeur, George Bowman, of Bridge port, Connecticut, was cruelty murdered by his companions, because in his enfee- bled condition he could not keep up the pace which they considered necessary
 Of all the stories of cold blooded atro- cities which have from time to time found their way to the east the awful fate which befel this particularly luckless fortune hunter possesses all the elements of mans brutality when confronted by a night mare of approaching destruction.
 According to the story which has been flashed over the wires from Seattle it ap- pears that George Bowman former super intendent of now defunct cycle manufac- turing company of Bridgeport, Conn.,, started for the Klondike last summer with John Beale, general superintendent of the same company. W. OConnell and a man named Johnsen of whom little was known except that he was formerly employed by a Springfield concern, the party starting for the Klondike last summer.
 THE LOST PILGRIM
 letter was received from Bowman last September, but since then nothing has been heard of him. O'Connell, who returned east last summer said that Bowman had been murdered. He said that Bowman S strength gave out when nearing Dawson City, and that he sank exhausted in the snow. One of the travellers, which one he did not say, went back to Bowman, and with the remark, You're no good, heartlessly put revolver to the unfor- tunate mans head and sent a bullet crash ing through his brain.
 Inquiries have been made in New York and letters received say that they have heard the story but have no way of veri- flying it. One of the missing mans friends says he is informed that one of the party is wearing Bowman's ring. No one knows the present whereabouts of Beale and O'Connell, Jonhsen has not been heard from since he left Bridgeport; and 1t is believed that he has reasons of his own for keeping beyond the pale of Jurisdiction.
 This meagre straightforward news statement has been given a sensational local colorng by the return from Dawson City of Edward T. Calhoon, of Yonkers, N. Y, who succeeded in accommodating tidy collection of golden nuggets in the land of gold and desolation.
 Calhoon has spent three years in the Klondike and among his associates in that country he Is known as level-headed Ned
 I1e IS tdll ol Stdtulc, NiSoi Cs Su, Stioi9 and sinewy and looks capable of holding his own with the average run of mankind
 AN EYE WITNESS.
 When seen in his cosy little Yonkers home last week Calhoon was calmly puff fing on an old clay pipe while curly headed tot of a girl was playing at his side, with half dozen golden nuggets. He did not appear particularly anxious to re- peat the story which has become to him a sort of living nightmare. In fact he trembled perceptibly when asked to give an account of the manner in which young Bowman met his fate in the lonely moun- tains of the Klondike.
 From Calhoon's story which had inournful touch of pathos surrounding the entire recital, it. appears that he had gone on a prospecting trip to the mountains about fifteen miles from Dawson City