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Collection: Directories and Documents > Nevada County News & Advertisments

1863 (179 pages)

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NEVADA TRANSCRIPT JANUARY 9, 10, 11, 1863 ) EPILEPSY.—Mr. Jacob Eaker fell in a fit on the corner of Pine & Broad yesterday afternoon. He remained insensible for about one hour when he began slowly to recover. [On Jan. 11 the Transcript reported: “John Aker who fell down in the street in a fit, a few days ago, died at the Bailey House on Friday night. Mr. Aker was a miner and has worked in this vicinity for the past ten years. He was about 36 years of age.’’] SATURDAY, JANUARY 10, 1863 MARRIED. In this city, Jan. 8th, by the Rev. J. B. Hill, M. H. MATTHEW FUNSTON, of Nevada, to Miss REBECCA ROBINSON, of Sacramento. QUITE A TIME OF IT.—There was some excitement on Main street yesterday morning. A man had a large drove of Spanish cattle. One of them acted horribly during the whole trip from Washington, being unable to do anything with the “critter” he concluded to let her slide. The boys saw a chance to have some sport and they commenced throwing stones at her. The heifer concluded that the sport on their side had gone far enough and started after the boys, and in fact everybody, that was on the street at the time. Constable Venard happening down that way the heifer made for him, where Steve informed her she was not “boss” of the town, pulled out his revolver and fired three times at her, killing the aforesaid animal instantly. SUNDAY, JANUARY 11, 1863 FIRE.—The alarm of fire last evening, was occasioned by the burning of a chimney on Broad street. [DEATH] The Grass Valley National says that on Friday evening, about 6 o’clock, a fight took place in Chinatown, during which Daniel P. Smith commonly known as “Curly Smith” was stabbed by a Chinaman and instantly killed. The blade of the knife entered the right breast, between the second and third ribs, near the breast bone, and ranged toward the heart. The circumstances attending the affair, as far as we can learn, are as follows: Charles Richardson and Smith were passing through Chinatown, on the way to the former’s cabin, when Smith crossed the street to buy some fish from a wagon standing nearby. Smith on going to the wagon, pushed several Chinamen aside and struck one of them with a small piece of lath. The Chinaman showed fight, when Smith struck him in the face. At this stage of the affair, a number of Chinese commenced throwing rocks at Smith who was trying to defend himself with the small piece of lath which he still held in his hand. A Chinaman, standing on the side walk, who had not been engaged in the fight, rushed up to Smith and drawing his knife stabbed the deceased as above stated. Smith was unarmed at the time and it was lucky for the Chinamen, who seemed to be well aware of the fact. The Chinaman who did the cutting immediately disappeared and is still at large. A coroner’s inquest will be held this morning, when all the facts will be brought to light. Smith was a native of Ohio, but came from Dubuque, Iowa, to this State. The Episcopal Church is drawing near to completion. The contractors are actively at work, and in a short time it will be ready for use. It is decidedly the prettiest church in the mountains. Through the exertions of their Pastor, Rev. D. Ellis Willes and Judge Caswell, they have nearly completed the building without running head over hills in debt, as is usually the case. We learn that some half dozen young men of this city presented John A. Lancaster a most magnificent whip, a few days since. It is trimmed off with gold and silver bands and his name beautifully