Published in the Sangamon Journal, Springfield, Illinois on Tuesday, April 30, 1850
The New York Courier extracts from the Republique, published at Tarbes, (High Pyramid) France, the following horrible account of a man being destroyed by wolves near that place:
“On the night of the 4th inst., in the annals of our country, occured in the valley of Aure. A pedler was returning from the village of Sarracalin, about 9 o’clock in the evening, to his home, when in a sharp turn of the road, the miserable man found himself face to face with live wolves, which the snow had driven from the mountains into the valley to obtain something to eat. Imagine the fright, the terror of the unfortunate man. He was without arms; but his walking-stick, which was found broken, in the mud in the road, which was much stirred up, all seemed to indicate that he had opposed to the wolves a desperate, although useless resistance. How long a time the combat endured, and all the details of this horrible drama are wrapped in mystery. All that is certain is, that the wolves, after having killed their victim, dragged his body some steps from the road, and there entirely devoured it. The next day they found his shoes and fragments of his clothes; these, with a human skull, drowned in a sea of blood, being all that remained of the unfortunate man.
Published in the Sangamon Journal, Springfield, Illinois on Tuesday, August 21, 1945
The Columbia, Va. Spy states that a little girl, about eight years of age, was killed by a snake a few days since, near Bainbridge. She was out getting blackberries and remaining a longer time than usual, search was made for her. She was found dead, with a large black snake coiled around her neck.
Published in the Waukegan Daily Sun, Waukegan, Illinois on Monday, July 8, 1901
While men ran away a woman threw a supposedly mad dog over the Randolph street viaduct at Chicago.
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
Published in the Waukegan Daily Sun, Waukegan, Illinois on Tuesday, February 11, 1908
Gather in Large Numbers on South Sheridan Road.
Residents in Neighborhood Threaten to Shoot Pack Unless They Depart for Other Shores.
Residents of South Sheridan road witnessed this morning the fiercest dog fight Waukegan has ever had.
For the past three or four days scores of dogs have been congregating about this district but no trouble occured until this morning, when between twenty-five and thirty dogs of all sizes and descriptions, among them being some blooded and valuable animals, got together at the corner of Sheridan road and Lake street. They played around for half an hour or so when suddenly two of the larger dogs started a fight. In less time than it takes to tell it, every dog in the crowd was in one grand mixup, which lasted for fully fifteen minutes, despite strenous efforts of passersby and neighbors. When the fight finally ended the sidewalks for fully half a block were covered with blood and hair.
Published in the Chicago Press and Tribune, Chicago, Illinois on Thursday, August 19, 1858
The late hail storm in Minnesota was of a most destrutive character. In Freeborn County, we are told, it raged as a tornado, tearing hundreds of oak trees almost into shreds, tumbling down fences, flattening corn fields, demolishing gardens, and doing much other damage. In Fairfield, Geneva, Clark’s Grove, etc. the storm was characterized by severe hail, which cut to pieces whole fields of grain, and completely destroyed numberless gardens. Some of the hail-stones were the size of hen’s eggs. In the neighborhood of Faribault chickens, pigs and sheep were killed outright, and cattle and horses who could not get under shelter, were almost crazy with the fierce peltings of the storm.
Published in the Waukegan Daily Sun, Waukegan, Illinois on Tuesday, June 3, 1913
Evansville, Indiana. June 8,-C. P. Carlisle, a local undertaker, was bitten in the side by a vicious horse, and his condition is regarded as serious.
Published in the Waukegan Daily Sun, Waukegan, Illinois on Wednesday, July 31, 1912
Boise, Idaho, July 31.-One man was killed, seven men injured and 1,800 sheep killed when a stock train on the Idaho Northern railroad was wrecked near Guffey, Idaho. The engine rolled down an embankment, taking loaded stock cars with it.
Published in the Waukegan Gazette, Waukegan, Illinois on Wednesday, August 17, 1898
The valuable and renowned bulldog “His Nibs,” owned by J. Pierpont Morgan, of New York, is dead. The dog was the pet of the family and although valued at $3,000, could not have been bought for twice that. His Nibs was on the lawn when he was heard to yelp and spring into the air. He ran into the house and acted very wildly, and after snapping and tearing everything within his reach took a violent fit and expired within six minutes. The gardeners were unable to explain the cause until one was within ten feet of where the dog jumped, he found a copperhead snake over six feet long. An examination of the dog found a bite on the right paw that had evidently been made by the snake.
Published in the Chicago Daily Tribune, Chicago, Illinois on Saturday, February 9, 1856
The Kansas correspondent of the St. Louis Republican tells the following story;
“A few days since, while riding in the rear of our town, in a small ravine, through which a streamlet takes a quiet way beneath its crystal covering, and whose irrigation has produced tall grasses and shrubs that make a hiding place for game, I was suddenly upon a large black wolf. He was scratching at a thin place in the ice, and seemed almost famished for water. When he saw me he started in full run for the forest in the river bottom. I kept upon his heels, and tried to ride upon him. He was almost exhausted, and just as I supposed he would give out, he slipped into the hollow of a large cotton-wood tree. I stopped the hole through which he entered, and came back to town and got an axe and the dogs, and with the assistance of Frank Mahan and Wm. Palmer, and together we returned to cut him out. The dogs were anxious, and we were prepared with our guns to receive him. When we made a large hole, about four feet from the ground, the dogs jumped at it on the outside and the wolf on the inside, and such barking, growling, snapping and howling I never heard before. It made the woods resound for a great distance, and brought several of the neighbors to the spot. Things continued so for a while, and we consulted what had best be done. We could not shoot the wolf through the opening without too great a risk of killing the dogs, for he only appeared at the inside when the dogs were at the outside. We finally concluded to stop the hole that we had made, and fell the tree by cutting a narrow gash around it. The tree came down a little sooner than we expected. Frank Mahan had the axe lifted for another stroke, as it went over with a crash. The wolf, with bristled back, and glaring eyes, and glittering teeth, leaped at his throat with terrible ferocity. The descending axe met half way, cleaving its skull and laying it dead at his feet. We had no time to express our wonder, and congratulations at his narrow and singular escape, before our attention was called to that which filled us with amazement if not dread. It was a human skeleton, of medium size, and of a female, hidden in the cavity of the tree. Its posture was erect, and the bones were held together by a kind of clear integument, that seemed to cover, like a transparent skin, the entire frame. The jar of the felled tree severed several of the joints, and we drew them all out and placed them again in form. The proportions were perfect and the limbs straight-indicating a contour, when in flesh, of perfect symmetry. Who could it have been that thus perished years ago in this wild forest, and how came her death in this strange place, were queries that were immediately suggested. Could it have been some maiden, who, like the bride in the “mistletoe Bough,” had concealed herself from her lover in the heart of this old tree, and become fastened there and died.
Published in the Waukegan Gazette, Waukegan, Illinois on Saturday, April 3, 1875
A Correspondent of the Erie [Pa.]
Dispatch writer. “Yesterday a horse, mounted by a young man, was seen to slip on the frosted street, stagger, and fall, throwing the rider to the ground. Before two seconds had elapsed the horse was up on his feet again, and the rider hanging by one foot, which was fastened in the stirrup. The horse, though frightened, discovered the uncomfortable position of his rider, and after one or two steps to one side, as though not to trample the man, came to a dead halt; and stood as a statute until a man, passing on the sidewalk, approached and pulled the discomfited rider’s foot clear from the stirrup. I was delighted to find the man entirely unharmed, but found, that the stirrups were both wraped with carpet, evidently to keep the rider’s feet warm, or with a desire on his part to have his brains dragged out on some occasion like the present. The incident is more remarkable from the fact that the horse is one of fine blood, imported to Erie for a trotter, and, costing some thousands of dollars.”