The daily banner. (Cambridge, Md.) 1897-2008, 1922-03-25
Oman CAUGHT,
THINK HIM SLAYER
Hermit Believed to Be Murderer
Wanted y Years.
LIvEO IN MOUNTAIN HUT

Quakertown Villagers Will Try to
Identify Prisoner as Slayer of Con
stable.
Doylestown, Pa, March 24-Huddl
ed in cell in the little Quakertown
lookup is a strange tigure-glaring OF
eye, long-haired, with great reddish
spade beard half covering a gnome
like face.
Twenty-Five years ago, Adam WeaV,
er, a burly, red-haired outlaw of the
woods and rocks of Haycock Noun
tain, six miles from QuakertOwn
fought tiger-like against Il posse, Kill
ed a constable, shot another and,
aided by wife who hurled scaldins
water and fought like an Amazon, rs
capped in the darkness. He was hun;
ed for months, and a price of $lJOt
put upon his head, hut he was never
caught.
The prisoner-he gives no name anC
most of his mutterings are Lnintelii
gible-was arrested within hundred
yards of the shack from around whici
the posse was routed more than tNt
decades ago. Harry Rhodes, chief vi
the Quakertown police, arrested HIN
as rhe lowered about the spot like !
troll of some weird Scandinavian
legend.
Adam Weaver was born in The Hay
cock mountai- country. 1t is PERHAPS
the NEST rugged and heavily woodvi
tract within fifty miles of Philadtl
Itlia Its rocks, hills and hollow:
preclude farming.
Few Persons lived there twenty-five
years ago, nor do they now H"N
Adam Weaver kept himself alive, NJ
one knew. twenty-five years ago lie
en- children, and they and his wits
lived with him in the three-room
shack.
Then the store at BurSOnville WAS
robbed of cartridges and food. Other
thefts of lesser nature had been com
mitted.
Evidence pointed toward Weaver
He was not popular He was Of Penn
sylvania Dutch stock, and spoke I'll
most no English, nor hcd any inter
course with his neighbOrs Neither
his wife nor his boys were better
known.
When MetaS AtherEOlt, constable al
Quakertown then, decided to arre:,:
Adam Weaver as the rObber of the
Bursonville store he deputized irwin
Mondeau of Quakertown, and another
man, whose lame is forgotten.
The posse Of three went armed, by
night to Viewers shack.
They stepped into the living room
lighted by three candles. Mrs. Weaver
sat sewing at machine. Weaver
slOuched in a chair. shotgun stood
in corner.
The constables pulled their revOl.
vers.
Better come along" saiC Atherholt
Weaver slowly rose. Suddenly in o
bound he reached the corner where
the gun stood. At the same time, his
wife snuffed the candles.
lie udAh lH(cLIOI VI the ICOIu " d.
lighted as though by lightning flash
when the shotgun went Off Atherholt
fell, bleeding, wounded in the neck
Another flash and Mondeau dropped
shot through the heart.
Atherholt, on the floor, and the
other man, cropping, searching about
with his re Diver, screamed together
a moment. Mrs. Weaver had jumped
to the stove in the corner and snatch.
ed off a bucket OF boiling wata-
She flung it on the two men, and
the skin was scalded f ON their CAGES
They were helpless when Weaver
sprang out and bounded away through
the woods.
Later, Mrs. Weaver was arrested
and convicted of second degree muir
der Now she is in the State Hospital
for the Criminal Insane at Norristown
where she was moved after she went
crazy in prison.
None of the seyen Weaver .hildren
except a baby, were in the hack at
the time of the murder. Now, all
have scattered, except one Micnae
Weaver, a blacksmith at PENIS Park
in lower Bucks county.
The blacksmith son Is going to Qua
kertown, and he may identify his
father