The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1904-06-01
DIED WITHOUT
HOPE OF FUTURE
Miserable End Of TasCoit, Mur-
derer Of Banker Smell.
BURIED IN ALASKAN WiLDS
3-
PRosPECTOB HEARS BIS DYING
Confession.
BURIED IN ALASKAN WiLDs
NHICAGO. Nay 31.-A special 10 u

n ttiN -AtFlr MAY s---A SPECIAL 30 las
IL News from Victoria. b. a.. Says
If the voluntary declaration Of
a dying man is 10 De believed 6aiz has
been written 10 The historic SueU tras-
coy Of fifteen years ago. and Tascott.
the long-sOught murderer. salf-ideuti-
fed having paid the penalty OF his
CRIME with peniJeuce now GIIs an uu-
marked grave in The heart ~ the Alas
kan wilderness. whittier Zee had fed
Tor the ehacement OF his individua LIS.
fhiiip Robertson. strictly reliable
man. prospector and miner. received
me dying mans confession and tells
me story simply and dramatically.
Robertson left the KlOndike capital. h-
SAYS. laJe last fan lu a small boa.
bound for the new placer grounds AT
talfbanks. lie reached q point near
Dahlney river in particularly des0Iat-
and fOrbldding region. when the fore
Torn Wailing OF dog surprised his
ears He found he dog half-staTved
shepherd. seemingly in much distress.
Following this animal Robertson was
Drought To seemingly deserted cabin
some 4o0 yards above the river con-
cealed IN clump of spruce.
Dying Men Found
Il ventursd 10 the door of the shack
and knocked. says Robertson, and
there was a feeble come iH
~AII was darkness inside and there
was no sign OF a fire. / caught sight
OF q bit of candle on the table. which I
lighted and then advanced TO where
man lay.
with a feeble effort he turned and
stared at me, for a full minute. Then
he said;
Are you an ofHcer%
f.rTrHa ruazft -trr anna -r me-
No. ] said. j am a miner and IF
there is anything 7 can do for you
want to do it,
II soon had a fire going and again
approached the bed. The mans hair
was white as snow, his face had iFid
color I'm it that looked like death, and
he had the most terrified and hopeless
expression I have ever seen ola a hue
man being.
" Partner he said. finally. rolling
over on his side. and little more than
whispering. Pm leaving world that
did not appreciate. I'm going tO-Where
I belong
Last Hours Hopeless.
He lspsed into silence again and
what ] thought was sleep came over
him. Two hours passed and be sudden
Iy Weakened with a Shrek and then
sank back i'm bed.
'Iu "a few minutes ne gave another
wild scream and Strengthened mp ln
bed. Then En- voice yeu would lnihk
only came from q good strong man. ne
said. See here. BOYS, Bag name ls Ids-
colt I'm TascotJ Do you understand
I'm Tasc0tt that they have been hEut-
ing for. They've been hunting me Ike
a wolf for years ! can't run amy more
I'm getting paid for what / did, I
know I'm dying and ] kno" where i IL
go Tell the boys when they come back
that / am Tascott. and you can tell
the world. too. for the world has hunt
ed me for a long time.
About 3 iu the morning j heard
noise ike a man eXpe.liug all the ar
from his lungs 7 rushed over to the
bed and felt the mans pulse and nearl.
lie was dead.
TascOtc's Strange Partners.
THE next day his partners got back
and I told them what happened. They
were tire stranEest fellows I've ever
met i'm the north. They did not say
who they We're They did not even
thank me for staying with their dead.
They did not even ask me 10 join them
at their meal but they buried the man
and. rolling up their Jhings ir biaU-
ket pack, started across country iT the
direction of the NOyukuk-
Before going one Of them came TO
me abruptly See. here be said.
you've seen and heard what you've
heard You can't make Anything by
talking about it. Hes dead aGd that
an there is to it,
Before 7 could ask him anything he
had struck the Trail ana that was the
last I saw of him. I have never told
about this until now but that dead
man asked me 10 make his story public.
and 3 DO So / sUlemuiI believe mat le