Year: 1876

There is one locality which still lays
claim to the barbarism which marked
| Bucktown of old, and that is the -four
corners of Sixth and Culvert streets
/ Here congregate day and night the worst
elements Of the negro population, both
resident and floating, and what is Still
lower down in the scale of humanity. q
| gang of young Irish roughs and thieves
from the Eighth Street Hill, Mount Ad
ans, and other contiguous quarters. II
is not an uncommon thing for the news
/ papers to chronicle the fact that one or
more policemen and other persons had
had their heads pounded TO a jelly, or
had been shot the night before in this 10
cality. Officer John Holland is now ly-
ing at deaths door from an unmerciful
beating he received at the hands of the
Irish roughs above spoken af, and this il
the third time Officer Holland has been
so abused while in the discharge OF his
/ duty


We have now to chronicle a shooting
affray which originated at the corner
above mentioned, in which the police
came out first best. George Cook, q
| young ruffian of nineteen, but a very
| troublesome customer to the police, hav-
/ ing just been released from a long serv-
ice in the Work-house, went to his old
haunts and filed himself full of bad
whisky. He then went into the brothel
of a woman named Kate Jenkins, on one
of the corners, with the ayowed inten-
tion of raising a disturbance. The wo-
man asked him to 60 away, but instead
of taking her advice, Cook whipped out
a knife and threatened to use it, Kate
screamed, and called in Officers Butler
and corcoran. Cook attempted to resist
his arrest, but the officers warned him
that any attempt at resistance or rescue
would be met by the most vigorous mea-
sures. Cook was intimidated and walked
qnietly along with the officers to Sixth
and Broadway, when he suddenly broke
loose from them. and ran at the top OF
his speed west on Sixth street as far as
North street. Officer Butler followed in
hot pursuit and just as Cook turned up
the narrow alley, fred shot from his re-
volver, which struck the fugitive in the
right arm near the shoulder. This shot
did not have the effect of stopping Cook.
He dashed ahead, and ran into an open
gateway on the east side of North street,
shut and fastened it behind him, and
hid behind some ash barrels


Officer Butler in attempting to force
an entrance, was confronted by young





planted himself in the gateway, and de
fed the officer to touch Cook. Butler
answered by knocking Daily down, and
forcing his way in. Daily then fastened
the gate from the outside, and swore he
would not let Butler out. large and
rough-looking crowd had gathered in
North street by this time, and Officer
Butler began to think he would have hot
work. Officer Corcoran arrived oppor-
tunely. knocked Daily over again, and
then the two officers dragged Cook from
his hiding place, fighting every inch of
the way into the street Here it was
found necessary to put the "nippers' on
Cook, and for the purpose he was thrown
on his his back. While Officer Butler
was STOPPING over and struggling with
Cook, he saw Daily approaching with a
brick in his hand, raised ready to
strike. In an instant Butler drew his
pistol, and, placing it close to paily's
head, fired.


The shot entered Daily's forehead at
the roots of the hair, parting the hair in
the middle as far as the summit of the
Uranium, where it glanced off into space.


Daily fell to the ground like a log, and
the spectators, thinking he was killed,
set up the howl usual on such occasions;
but he soon convinced them he was not
dead by getting up on his feet and max
ing tracks for home. A subsequent ex-
animation of the wound proved il to be
only a scalp wound, and not at all dan
gerous.


Coos made desperate struggle for his
liberty all the way to Hammond Street
Station, but the nippers held him tight.
At the corner of Fourth and Hammond
streets, however, he managed to get one
hand loose, and grabbed a bowlder. Be-
fore he could use his new weapon officer
Corcoran's little club descended, and
Cook went quietly the balance of the
way. The District Physician examined
the bullet wound at the station, and
found it had merely passed through the
feshy part of the arm, creating a wound
not dangerous, but sufficiently painful to
remind Cook of his adventure for many
a day. Cook is a vault cleaner when not
in the Work-house. Daily was not ar
rested, but probably will be when he re-
covers the use of his scalp. Whatever le-
gal aspect this shooting may assume. its
moral effect upon the denizens OF that To-
cality will be salutary.- Gin. Gazette.