Year: 1859

Edward E. Cross, who recently fought duel
in Arizona, with Lieut.. MOwry, was assassinated
In Tucson, bis place of residence, shortly after
the duel, according to Cincinnati paper. His
duel with Mowry was a strange, daredevil
affair. They fought with rifles, both being
crack shots. They popped away at each other
four times without effect. In the fourth fire
Cross rife went off prematurely, and the Sc
conda decided that Mowry was entitled to
shot alone. So the brave Gross threw bis rife
aside, calmly folded his arms, and told MOwry
to blaze away. The generous Mowry did blaze,
but be blazed into air The belligerents then
made up, and we hoped Cross would have no
more desperate fights for the present But it
seems his dogs barked at some Mexicans; Mex
leans drew knives on dogs ; Cross told them to
let the dogs alone, calling them off at the same
time Mexicans fell on Gross and cut him to
pieces. Thus goes the story. II may not be
true. But you know they do this sort of thing
In Arizona. We knew e. e. Cross very we'll.
He instructed US in the mysteries and miseries
of type-settng in Coos county, n. H.. some
years ago. He was First Lieutenant Of the
Coos Greys and was rather proud Of his posi-
tion. He went to get his uniform one training
day, but could not find it. He was forced to
train with red scarf and dingy old cutlass
that being the only UNIFORM be could raise. In
the evening crazy old town pauper (who fan
cied be was Napoleon Bonaparte) was dug out
of woodshed with Cross uniform on. He
was in state of extreme intoxcaton, and the
uniform, once SO bright and gay, was now be-
smeared with mud. eic. The Lieutenant was
quite angry. and accused us ofrigging the pam
per out in his beautiful military clothes. We
had slight falling out, in which the Lieuten-
ant fell somewhat heavily upon us, and, az he
was man grown, and very stout and we were
quite small and young we can safely say that
we never experienced such intense anxiety in
our life. At the end of the desperate contest
we found ourself at the foot of the printing-of.
fee stairs. We thought we would print no
more in that building. We had a 'sheep's
foot" in our hands, and thinking we might be
accused of theft if we carried it away. we step
ped out into the street aud threw it up through
the window. Lieutenat Cross was unfortunate
" standing at the window, and the ''sheep's
foot" hit him violently in the abdomen. We
were SO anxious to get home to our parents
that we didn't stop to see how much he was in
jured but he informed us few years since
that be experienced considerable pain for sew
eral days afterwards. In reading of the Lieu
tenants doings in Arizona, we could not help
putting on record our remarkable contest with
him. He came West, and worked as journey
man printer in Cincinnati some time. He
then wrote sketches for the Times, and travel
ed all over the Union as special correspondent
of that excellent Western journal. His effu.
sions, under the name of "Richard Everett.
were copied far and wide. They usually relat-
ed to historical subjects, and were remarkable
for their accuracy, vigor. and terseness. He
liked to write of American battles and his W.T.
tings ever breathed lofty spirit of patriotism.
About year ago he went to Arizona. He
was cooIheaded and brave, and would have
succeeded gloriously as soldier. The story
of bis assassination looks something like a ca
nard, and we shall hope to see il contradicted.
II true, a gallant and big hearted man sleeps in
Arizona. far away from home and kindred
Cleveland PIdhdedLer.