The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1904-06-08
TASCOTT DIES IN ALASKA.
Murderer Of Chicago Millionaire SneIl-Mys.
terry Of Fifteen Years.

Victoria, B. C., (SpeciaD the
voluntary declaration of a dying man
is TO be believed, fnis has been writ
ten to the historic Smell tragedy of
IS years ago and Tascot, the long
sought murderer, self-dentifej, has
paid the penalty of his crime with
penitence and now fills an unmarked
grave in the heart of the Alaskan
wilderness, whittier he had fed for
the etiacement OF his individuality.
fnillp Robertson, a strictly relia-
bie man, prospector and miner, re-
ceived the dying mans confession and
,eIIs the story simply and dramatical-
~ Robertson left the Klondike cap
ltal, he says, late last fall in small
boat bound for the new placer
grounds at Fairbanks. He reached a
point near Dahl River in a particularly
desolate and forbidden region. when
the iorlorn wailing of dog surprised
his ears. He found the dog. a half
starved shepherd, seemingly in much
distress. Following this animal Rob
ertson was brought to a seemingly
deserted cabin some 400 yards above
the river concealed in a ciump OF
spruce.
i venturei 20 the door of the shack
and Knocked says Robertson, and
there was feeble come in All was
darkness inside and there was no sign
OF tre. caught sight of bit of
candle, which | lighted, and then ad-
vanced TO where a man lay.
With feeble effort he turned and
stared at me for fully minute.
Then he said: Are you an officer:'
The question amazed me a bit.
No J said, i am a MINER and if
there is anything | can do for you !
want to do it,
Il soon had fire going and again
approached the bed The mans hair
was white as snow, his face had a
color in it that looked like death, and
he had the most terrified and hopeless
expression | have ever seen on hu-
man being.
Partner he said, finally, rolling
over on his side and little more than
whispering, ! am leaving a world
that l did not appreciate. I'm going
10 ----, where ! belong
"He lapsed into silence again, and
what ] thought was a sleep came
over him. Two hours passed and he
suddenly wakened with a shrek and
then sank back in bed.
I'm few minutes he gave another
scream and Strengthened up in bed.
Then, in voice you would think
came from good, strong man, he
said: See here, BOYS, my name is
Tascott I'm Tascott. Do you under
stand! I'm Tascott that they've been
hunting like a wolf for years. | can
not run any more. I'm getting paid
for what ! did. ! know I'm dying,
and ! know where III 60 Tell the
boys when they come back that ! am
Tascott, and you can tell the world,
too, for the world has hunted me
long time
About 8 in the morning l heard
a noise like a man expellng all the
air from his lungs. ! rushed over to
the bed and felt the mans pulse and
heart. Fle was dead.
The next day his partners got back
and / told them what happened
They were the strangest fellows ]
ever met in the North. They did not
say who they were. They did not even
thank me for staying with their dead
They did not even ask me to join them
at their meal, but they buried the man,
and, rolling up their things in blank
ct, they started across country in the
direction of the Koyukuk
Before going one OF them came
to me abruptly. See here he said,
you've seen and heard what you've
heard. You can't make anything by
talking about ii. He's dead, and that's
all there is to it
Before ! could ask him anything
he had struck the trail and that was
the last | saw of him. ! have never
told about this until now, but that
dead man asked me to make his stoyk
public, and sc ! do so. ] solemnly be-
iieve that he was tortured to death
by thinking of hi; own life, and the
belief that he was always the object OF
pursuit, and ! as surely believe that
he told the truth in saying that he
was Tascott. It's my opinion that
his partner knew it, too"
ELECTRIC CAR WRECKED.