The Republic - Warren County, Indiana
State of Indiana, Warren County
At an Inquest held over the body of Tandy Suddeth, found dead
at his house, in Williamsport, County and State aforesaid, on the 14th
of July, 1865; we the jury find that the deceased came to his death from
some cause unknown to us.
Henry Smith, Foreman; B. F. Ridge, M. P. Woods, Scott Hitchens,
P. Mahn, George Adams, T. F. Bryant, Wm. Warbritton, Wm. Jones.
We certify the above is the true finding of the jury and that
there were no valuables found on his person.
P. W. Lewis, Coroner
Miss Julia DOWNING, at the residence of Mr. Abram S. Jones of
this place, on Thursday morning July 13, 1865, at 2 o’clock, in the 28th
year of her age.
Miss DOWNING was one of the older citizens of this place, having
lived within a few miles of it from childhood. All her recollections and
associations were here. Havng lost both her parents in early youth, parental
affection and care could with her live only in memory. Death ahs been an
oft intruder in her family circle. In the short space of about seven years,
six loved ones were carried away. A Father, A Brother and Sister, another
Sister, then Mother and Sister, leaving but three. And now, after a lapse
of twelve years, the youngest is called, leaving of the family but one
brother, Capt. Downing and one sister, Mrs. Abram S. Jones.
She was well known and leaves a large circle of
friends to mourn her untimely death, for she was of that turn that makes
strong attachments; kind and amiable in temparment, yet of decided character,
full of sympathy and self-denial for her friends, of rather retiring disposition
and fond of the peaceful quiet of the home circle. She has now passed away,
but not without leaving comforting assurances of her realization that “The
blood of Christ cleanseth from all sin.”
June 29, 1865
The suicide of the man who fired the first gun at Sumpter
Edmund G. RUFFIN, Sr., of Virginia, commited sucide on Saturday
at the residence of his son near Danville.____ This vererable ruffiam it
will be recollected fired the first gun in the attack on Sumpter in 1861.
The Richmond Whig of the 20th gives the following account; It is now said
that Mr. RUFFIN ‘s mind has been very perceptibly effected since
the evacuation of Richmond and surrender of the Confederate armies. For
a week previous RUFFIN kept his chamber, busily employed writing what subsequently
turned out to be the history of his political day. He also wrote letters,
and in one of them left directions as to the disposal of his body. He bathed
himself, put on a clean under and outer clothing, and directed that his
body should be buried in the habilliments he had put on, without shroud
He then seated himself in a chair, put a loaded musket to his mouth,
and leaning back, struck the musket with his hickory stick. The first cap
did not explode, and he replaced it by another which discharged the musket,
the charge of ball and buckshot blowing off the crown of the vernerable
old gentleman’s head, and scattering his brains and snowy hair against
the ceiling of the room. When the family, alarmed by the report, reached
Mr. RUFFIN’s room he was found lying back in his chair, the gun leaning
against him and his life gone.
“A paragraph in the letter left for the perusal of the family
and friends, explained the tragic deeds. It reads; ‘I cannot survive the
loss of the liberties of my country.’ Mr. RUFFIN was very aged, perhaps
eighty years of age, and brooding over the troubles of the times, the war
and its results, no doubt unhinged his mind and caused a derangement
of his once strong and vigorious faculities.”
Killed by a Grizzly
Mr. B. H. BAIRD, of Jackson County, Oregon, was killed by a
grizzly bear while out deer hunting on Grave Creek. The following paticulars
are from the Sentinel;
“On the morning of the 27th of October, about sunrise, Mr. BAIRD,
started in pursuit of game, taking his faithful dog Rover with him. He
prededed about one mile and a half, when his dog bayed three grizzly
bears in their bed. Mr. BAIRD got within fifteen yards
of them , and shot the largest one, only wounding it. The bear pitched
at Mr. BAIRD, who run about two hundred yards, when the bear caught him
and knocked his gun about fifteen geet from him. Getting loose from the
bear, he sprant to the limb of a tree, the bear passing under and hitting
his feet, went a short distance dwn the hill, when he stopped to fight
the dog Mr. B. got the gun, reloaded and shot the bear the second time.
The bear now came at him more furiously than before, and knocked the gun
out of his hand the second time. Mr. B. swung round the bush to keep out
of the bears reach, drew one of his butcher’s knives, and stabbed the bear
in the belly. The bear struck at him several blows, knocking his knife
out of his hand. Mr. B. then drew his second knife, when the bear siezed
his hand in which he held the knife, causing him to drop it.
“The bear now got the better of Mr. B., getting him down, and
biting him on the face, cutting several severe gashes on the left side,
tearing out the right eye, and also tearing off the right side of his face.
It bit seveal large holes in his right side, in fact, it bit him nearly
all over his body down to his boots. The bear now turned to fight the dog,
that saved Mr. B. from having been killed on the spot. The bear and
dog rolled down the hill for some distance, still fighting, when
Mr. B. gathered up his gun, two knives, the rope with which he had been
leading his dog and started for Mr. Michael’s cabin, distant about one
mile and a half, where he arrived, much exhausted, about 10 o’clock A.M.,
and was assisted into the huse, when he related the melancholy event to
Mr. McDONOUGH. Being conscious that he could not long survive, he
spoke of his family and his desire to see them before he died. He was reconciled
to meet his death, and spoke of a future happiness. He died about 3 o’clock
P.M. of the same day. Mrs. BAIRD was sent for and hastned wth all possible
speed the distance of eighteen miles, over a very rough, hilly road, but
arrived about five minutes too late to see her husband alive. He was brought
home and buried near his farm, some four miles north of Rouge River, near
the stage road. He leaves a wife and sixteen children, eight of whom are
yet young and live at home.
Another Hero Gone
Died at Vicksburg, July 29th, 1864, of wounds received in battle,
near Jackson, Miss., on the 8th of the same month, Sylvester M. HALL,
of the 76th Regiment, Illinois Infantry.
The deceased was the son of Robert HALL of this
place, an only son, and is the last of the family except the wife of Samuel
Clark, our sheriff, who is a sister. He was a volunteer in the army of
the Republic, had been in the front for nearly three years, had faced death
often and in all shapes, but never quailed nor faltered in the discharge
of his duty. He was nerved by high resolves, loved his country and was
willing to die for it. His moral character was such to be proud of, his
devotion to principle was strong, nothing would turn him from right. He
died as heroes die, in the service of his country.
In the prime of life, being only thirty-three years old, he
has passed away, given his life to his country, died upon her bleeding,
smoking altar, with thousands of others of like patriotism. The blood of
such cries from the ground for vengenance on all traitors. May cry
In Williamsport, on the 29th day of May 1864, Mrs. Elizabeth
Ann, wife of Samuel DUCKET, aged 28 years and 5 months.
Mrs. DUCKET fell victim to that mighty scourge of the race,
consumption. She had been sick for a long time_____”pined” away like a
stricken plant, and was at last released from the pains of a lingering
death. Her little babe, about eleven months old, went a few days before
her, to sleep in the Saviour till the resurrection morn. “She fell asleep
in Jesus,” and will wake on that glorious day, with her body radiant in
light, and clothed with immortality, in a land where there is o “no more
curse.” She left behind her a companion and three little children to struggle
on through this evil world, their hearts smitten with a sorrow never to
be removed till they go to meet her in that world to come.
Death of GIDDINGS
Hon. Joshua R. GIDDINGS, Consul-General of the United States
to Canada, dropped dead in Montreal last Thursday evening at 10 o’clock.
His death was probably caused by one of those fits arising from heart disease,
which twice at least prostrated him on the floor of the House of Representatives.
Mr. GIDDINGS was born in Athens, Pennsylvania, October 6, 1995, and was
consequently in his 69th year at the time of his death.
June 24th, 1864, at Bridgeport, Ala., Wallace W. GOODWIN, in
the 22d year of his age.
Truly has another noble youth fallen in the vigor of manhood,
into a martyr’s grave. Wallace was a noble young man, promising much usefulness.
It was the writer’s fortune to be his teacher, for several months, and
in that time learned much about him. He was an obedient and dutiful son;
a diligent and faithful student; and kind and obliging in his disposition;
he secured the love of all his fellow students and the respect of all by
whom he was surrounded. In short, he possed many qualifications and attributes
that we are so apt to admire, and that characterize the gentleman. Though
Wallace has fallen, we trust that he has gone where rebels and rebellions
can never go.____Wallace was a member of company K 135th Indiana Volunteers.
Died suddenly on the 20th of Aug. 1864, James Harvey LINCOLN
Seldom does the pen record a more lamented death. In the prime
of life and usefulness he is cut down. But little more than one month he
followed with along mouirning train, a youthful neighbor boy, to the same
grave yard where he now rest in peace. Loved as he was, by wife, children
and friends, his death has caused a blank in the community of which he
was cherished member, and none are left who would not wish all were as
good as Harvey LINCOLN.
On the 30th inst., 1864, Samuel F. MAGRUDER, in the 53d year
of his age, of disease contracted in the U. S. Army, in Arakansas.
He was a man of an eventful life, and with all his faults, which
are buried with him, he leaves many mourning friends. His funeral was the
third one from the same neighborhood in sight and at the same cemetery
within two months, and yet the “grim monster” gapes for more. Truly, “in
the midst of life we are in death.”
At the residence of his son, in this town, on Sunday, the 23d
of October, 1864 Charles HIGH, in the 58th year of his age.
Mr. HIGH was one of the pioneers, having emigrated to this Country
and settled at the Walnut Grove in the year 1829, where he resided until
the winter of 1859, when he removed to Kansas. He was here on business,
intending to return to his Western homee in a few weeks, when he was taken
ill of sinking chills, and died very suddenly. His death will be deeply
regretted by his numrous friends in this Country.
In this place, March 31st, Nellie, daughter of Abram and Edna
JONES aged 15 months.
Little Nelle was sweet flower, too pure for earth. Just as the
parents love was entwing around, their only daughter was taken, like the
morning rose, to be transplanted in a more congenial clime.
Yes, God hath taken little Nellie
Home to dwell with Him above-----
Let this be your consolation;
He affleteth but in love.
Died, in State Line City, Indiana, November 09, 1864, Mrs. Mary
C. COLE, wife of Charles C. COLE and daughter of Benjamin S. and Della
WHEELER of Williamsport, aged eighteen years three months and eighteen
The death of Mrs. COLE was very sudden and unexpected to all
her friends. Married not quite three months, just settled in life and with
all that looked bright and promised happiness in the future, she was stricken
down with only a few hours warning.
Her intellect was unclouded and she made all arrangements for
her departure, expressed a willingness to go, knowoing the time was at
She thought of the absent friends, spoke of them and left messages
of love for all. We can not, in this brief obituary, recount the many virtures
of the departed. They are, how ever, written in lasting records in the
hearts and affections of husband, parents, sisters,brothers and a wide
circle of sympathizing friends. Her character was pure and noble, her friendship
genuine and her attachment strong. Her disposition was mild, her manners
gentle and kind, cheerful in spirit, animated in conversation, cultivated
in hearts and mind, loved and esteemed by all her friends, and was the
light and life of the social circle. She was passionately fond of music,
and took great delight in entertaining her parents and friends with her
favorite selections. But they will no more hear her gentle touch of the
key notes, or the soft sweet melody of “Rock me to sleep, mother” and “Call
me not back from the echoless shore.”
The parental roof is overclouded with deep sorrow and bereavement.
The husband’s brightest hopes and anticipations blighted; withered in a
day. Brothers and sisters will seek for Mollie in vain; she will not be
found of them. But “the maid is not dead, but sleepeth,” and will rise
again, and amid the splendors of the celestial city---
“Whose walls are made of precious stones,
Whose bulmarks diamonds square,
Whose gates are right orient pearl,
Exceeding rich and rare.
Whose gardens and whose gallant walks
Continually are green,
Where grow such sweet and pleasant flowers
As nowhere else are seen.”
And join her voice with the melody where---------
“David stands, with harp in hand,
As masters of the choir;
Ten thousand times that man were bleat
That might this music hear.
Lieutenant Cyrus P. WRIGHT
It is our painful duty to record the death of the
above officer. He died in the hospital in Georgia, on the 16th of this
present month, from wounds received in the late battles under General Sherman.
He belonged to the 6th Regiment of Iowa Infantry. And it can be truly said
of him that another hero has fallen. He sealed his devotion to his country
with his life’s blood. Oh! How many of the true, heroic men it takes to
put down this accursed rebellion.
Lieutenant WRIGHT was a native of this town. He left here with
his father, J. B. WRIGHT, Esq., uin the spring of 1861, and moved to Iowa.
He had but fairly got to the new home when the war broke out in all its
fury. He, with his brother Henry WRIGHT, enlisted in the 6th Iowa, and
from that time up to his death he gave his whole time to his country.
He was in all the fights in which the Regiment took part, which
was in fact all Western battles, for it was one of the best of the glorious
Iowa Regiments. He had re-enlisted as a veteran for the war. His devotion
to his country was as strong as life itself. No young man within our aquaintance
was more beloved. But all this could not keep him back from the blood-stained
altar of his sricken country, he has died for it.
We realize to some extent the sorrow of heart and our old and
tried friends, Mr. and Mrs. WRIGHT, as they think of the departure of their
hero boy. The wringling anguish that they feel is as bitter as death.
But they sorrow not alone, relations and friends here mourn,
for the fallen one was beloved by this entire people. We have not the facts
at hand to write as we would wish and til we get them we will defer further