Fergus County argus., 1899-05-17
Mrs. Pat Nihill is now getting on

nicely.
John Bower is again with us after
an extended visit in the Falls.
We regret to say that at this writ
ing Mr.. Frank Mowry is a very sick
man. He has been SO for two weeks
now and seems To grow worse daily.
Mrs. Lanes baby has been suffer
ing from n severe cold, but is now all
right again.
On Monday at noon there occurred
one of the saddest accidents that the
Basin has ever known. At that time
our friend Hugh w. Hutchinson.
while out hunting, was shot and
mortally wounded by the accidental
discharge of his gun. 1t seems that
In the morning he and Chauncey
Stubbs, son of C. C.. Stubbs, rancher
down the creek, decided to go out
after some geese i'm the storm. A
while after they had started Hugh
got out Of the buggy to take shot
at scmei hing, and, coming back, he
got into the buggy and placed his
shotgun between himself and young
Stubbs, the butt resting ON the floor
Of the buggy and the muzzle resting
under his left arm. Almost immedi.
ately afterward they drove into an
irrigating ditch, according to the
story OF young Stubbs, when thegun
through some mysterious cause eX-
ploded, the entire charge entering
Hugh's left breast directly under the
arm. He at once told young Stubbs,
who Immediately drove to Lee Bain's
place, from there on here and helped
the wounded man in every way pos
sibe until they arrived at the Stubbs
ranch, when the young man at once
started To town for doctor, but be-
coming bewildered In the storm, at
last found himself over on Coyote
creek at dark and was compelled to
return to the ranch without the
much-needed assistance. At9:30 that
night Hugh expired after suffering
untold agony, but always bearing up
with that almost God-like heroism
and fortitude for which he was noted
at the age OF 26. He died where man.
hoods morning almost touches noon
and while the shadows still were fall
ing toward the west. He had not
passed on Iife's highway the stone
that marks the highest point, but,
being weary for moment, he lay
down by the wayside, and. using his
burden for pillow, fell into that
dreamless sleep that kisses down his
eyelids still. While yet in love with
: life and raptured with the world, he
passed To silence and pathetic dust.
Yet after all it may be best just in
the happiest, sunniest hour OF all the
voyage, while eager winds are kiss
, ing every sail, to dash against the
unseen rock and in an instant hear
the pillows roarabove a sunken ship.
This brave and tender man in every
storm OF life was oak and rock, but
, in the sunshine he was vine and
flower. He was the friend of all he
roic souls. He climbed the heights
and left all superstition far below,
while on his forehead fell the golden
da wning of the grander day. He
added to the sum of human joy, and
were every one to whom he did some
loving service to bring a blossom to
his grave he would sleep tonight be-
meath n wilderness of flowers. The
record OF generous life runs like a
vine around the memory Of our dead,
and every sweet, unseltish act il now
perfumed flower. Speech cannot
contain our love. There was, there
is no gentler. stronger, manlier man.
On Tuesday it was impossible for
any one to find their way into town,
according to Mr.. Stubs story, al
though other rancbers came in on
that day. So the first news received
of the tragedy was at noon on We'd
nesday, when Mr.. c. G. Stubbs came
to town. Word was at once tele-
ph0ned to his brother. Mr.. j. C..
Hutchinson, at Monarch, and after a
frightiul trip he arrived on Thursday
in time for the funeral, which took
place at the lower cemetery.
Into its furrows shall we all be cast,
In the sure faith that We shall rise again
AT the great harvest, when the archangel's blast
Shall winnow. like fan, the chat and graip.
With thy rude ploughshare, Death, turn up the
sod
And speed the funow for the seed we SOW;
This is the field and acre OF our God,
This is the place where human harvests grow.
In connection with the above we
} have only one thing to say. Wethink
il duty, both to the dead and the
! living, that an inquest should have
been held, and we don't think that
! our coroner did his duty bynot hold
/ ing one when he was right on the
: ground at the time.
Arbor day ut the school was OBJ