The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1906-03-03


with him. l did moi expect
any trouble with him. / never would
have stopped IL l knew he was going to
fix me this way. This stabbing took
place in front of LauteIschlager's old
saloon ON Main street in the town OF
Eureka, County of Eareka, AMI State
Of Nevada. a
Schaefer,s Testimony in Court
Peter Schaefer, the defendant. testi-
fed on the witness stand under direct
examination that he wal a native of
Germany. 40 years Of age and a citizen
of the United States; had lived in Ne.
vada since 1881. and was now a resident
OF Newark Valley. White Piue County.
Had known Jack Cassidy. the deceased,
for Is or 20 years and had a friendly
feeling toward him 4; his feeling toward
me was kin Of u~nfriendly. This IN
friendly feeling developed about IL
years ago. Cassidy vas packing the
mail between here and Cold Creek and
| was %ranching. 1 was hauling hay
into Eureka and thsre was always a lot
of now on the summit. One morning
l got mp there and Cassidy was shovel
ing snow out Of the road and l stopped
the team and went over towards him.
l said, Hello. Jack, are you working
hard" or something like that, and he
did not reply. After a little he got
mad and sid. 'Get out Of here you
damn bllck son of-a bitch, l am not
going to shovel the road out for you
any longer. and he took the shovel and
drawed up toward me and ran after me.
| ran down to my wagon and he went
back and got his team and went on.
l stayed under the wagon until he
was gone. Met Cassidy several times
during the Winter, but when l spoke
to him he always whipped up his team
aud went on and would not speak.
While hauling ore from Hamilton to
Eureka l once stopped my team in front
OF Kinds store. He rode up on horse
back aud scared my team. He then
said, Where did you get that brown
hors,?" l didn't say anything and
finally he said again, "Where did
you get that horse % / told him if it was
his horse to take him. or he had better
take him. He said, II know that horse"
aud l told him l bought it from Charley
Tracey. l went down to the depot.
aud he followed me down there aud
said he would bet me $50 that hat was
not my horse.
That was about three years ago. l
met him several times this Summer,
once at Lautenschlager's corner when
he was coming down the street he said,
"Come on you Dutch son-of-a.bitch if
you want a drink" did not say any.
thing and went on down the street.
Cassidy stopped at my house last
September and asked for a bucket to
water his team. I gave it to him and
later asked him to bring me out a piece
of bacon from town. He said if he
thought of it he would. Two days
Later he returned from town aud said,
"Your tacon is in the wagon" Some
horse buyers were present aud he said.
at is damn well worth % cents to bring
u that bacon. "Igave him the 20 cents.
He had some whisky aud was treating
the boys but did not ask me to drink.
l first saw Cassidy on the morning of
Dec. Is in the Brown Hotel barroom.
l was then engaged in packing the
mail between Eureka and Cold Greek.
When | walked into the barroom
Cassidy was back of the stove, and l
sat down in front of the desk. Cassidy
said. when did you come in" and 1
answered last night. After taking a
drink at the invitation of the Buidick
boy l went out. l then went down
the street to Frank Lewis's stable to
take care Of my team aud get ready to
go out home. This was about 0 a. M,
and then went up to Bales to order
some groceries. From Biale's / went
on up the street to attend to business
at the drug store and express Office.
When | got up about the Postoffice |
was cutting some tobacco. aud when l
got q little above Lautenschlager's I
saw Cassidy coming down the street
and he stopped his tam and called me,
waved his hand at me. / stopped a
little while. Finally l walked over to
him and he said to me, what in hell
and damnation is the matter with
your" l said / did not know there
was anything the matter with me
that he was everlasting giving me the
devil an talking about me behind my
back. He said, II want to know who
said that l was talking about you" l
did not tell him who it was. He finally
commenced cIssing and swearing and
said to me ''You damn son of a bitch,
do you know what 1 think of you; you
are a damn. dirty, black son-of.a- bitch.
and mean it," He kept looking at me
as cross as could be and had his left
hand on the reins and his right hand he
hal his glove off. He kept raising his
right hand up this way to his pocket
and HI was cussinp and swearing and