St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1899-07-22
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Charles Bossier
Shot From Ambush.
Last Saturday Night.

LIZ !
Last Saturday Night.
Not q Political Affair
Oar quiet community wa
shocked last Sunday morning OF
receipt of the terrible tidings tina
Mr.. Charles Bossier had been sho'
from ambush, Saturday night, neal
Frederick & S%ingletery's turpen'
tine still, about ten miles from
Covington, and near the line Of
Tangipahoa Parish. He was &C.
companied at the time by his uncle,
Nj. VIM. Bossier, and MI. Rube
Bennett.
VIM. Bossier and Charles Bos-
sier, his nephew, had been the
evening of the 18th, some miles
from home to purchase oxen.
They were returning home by .
much freluented road for the
parish of Tangipahoa and st.
Tammany, aud overlook Rube
Bennett, who was on foot, and
at 1880 at night reached Freder-
lex 4 Singletery's still, the road
running between a swamp or brush
and thicket on one side and the
edge of an old field grown up thick
with young pines and saplings
on the other. The moon was
nearly down, and while the out
lines of a mans figure might be
distinguished here, it would be i'm
possible to recognize him. Charles
Bossler was ahead, connversing in
q low tone with Bennett, his uncle
William slightly in the ear The
latter's horse saw the two men,
reared and SHE'D; at that instant
the first shot came. followed by
two more like lightning. Six blue
whistlers, the largest buckshot
made, struck the horse and saddle
of Charlie Bossier, three burying
themselves in the horses withers,
and three in the saddle. The Sec
ond shot fred struck trees and
brushes; the third lodged twelve
bullets in the young mans body,
from above the left hip ranging
downward and upward, one ball en-
tering the leg and breaking it.
The wounded mare was frantic
and unmanagable. Charles fell to
the ground, and with that GOODNESS
and courage that SO eminently
characterized HIM, and. though fast
bleeding to death, said: ssHello
there! You fellows need not shoot
any more; you have killed me, that
ought to satisfy you"
William Bossier, as soon as he
could govern his horse, sprang
from the saddle, ran into the
thicket and fired an Intellectual
shot. The murderers had fed.
The wounded man was taken to
the commlssary, at the still, and
word was sent to Covington. Sheriff
Strobe, with several deputies, and
DIR. ]. F.. Pigott, Coroner, reached
the scene of the shooting Is
quickly Is possible, but no clew
could be discovered, at the time,
of the a~ssassins.
The wounds Of the unfortunate
victim were given prompt atten-
ton, but he expired at 8 O'Clock
Sunday morning. He was con
to the last, but could give
no clew as to the identity of his
assailants. HIS remains we're taken
to Abita Springs Sunday night,
and the funeral took place from
the residence of his mother, Mon
day morning, and was largely at
By sorrowing friends from
Abits, Covington and the surround
ing country. The deceased was a
nephew of Judge J. 5. Bossier,
Bossier and William Bos-
SER, member of the School Board
for the First Ward. He was .
model and industrious young man,
and courteous in his manners.
md il was not known that he had
n enemy in the parish. The cow
lrdly manner IN which he was MUIR
in the springtime Of his
being only So years of age,
N nstarally created universal in
lisaatioa throughout the Psis1 &