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GRASS VALLEY UNION MAY 9 & 10, 1865 275
found just below the skin, over the [illegible] end of the sixth rib. The deceased did not survive
more than a second or two after being shot, and never spoke. W. B. Jones, the man killed,
had been an old resident of this place, and had always been esteemed as a good citizen and
peaceable man, until some five years ago, when he married a disreputable woman known as
“Brick Top.” From that time he became dissolute, often got drunk, and as often had disputes
with his wife, until about two years ago, when she left him and went to Virginia. Since then he
has occasionally left the town and been absent for months at a time. He at one time occupied
the position of night watchman under Stephenson, but was dismissed on account of his loose
and unsteady habits. On Saturday inst. He returned to Grass Valley, after an absence of some
months, and during the day and evening got very drunk. He was observed on the streets as late
as twelve o’clock on Saturday night in that condition, hugging everybody with whom he came
in contact. The people in the neighborhood of the place where the murder was committed say,
however, that he had sobered up considerably at the time of the fatal occurrence. The shooting
took place at a quarter after two o’clock. Walker, the colored man who did the killing, has been
represented to us as an honest, industrious and sober man; peaceably disposed, but prompt
to resent an injury. After the shooting, Walker surrendered himself to officer Meek, and was
locked up until Sunday forenoon, when he had an examination and was discharged on the
ground that the killing was justifiable under the circumstances.
THAT LOCALITY.—Want of space to-day precludes our referring to the locality where the murder
was committed on Sunday morning. We are informed that it is a perfect hell-spot, and we shall come after
it in our next issue, and endeavor to have some changes made thereabouts.
SALE AND PURCHASE.—Dr. Shoemaker has sold the buildings and lot on the west side of Mill
street, commencing at the comer of Bank street, and running south eighty-seven and a half feet by one
hundred and two feet in depth. The purchasers are Messrs. Newman & Co., the dry goods men, and Mr.
Nathan, of Nathan & Hoffman, clothing dealers. The price paid was, we believe, $6,000.
POSTMASTER.—Our handsome young friend D. B. Nye, has received the appointment of
Postmaster at Grass Valley. Under Nye’s care, the Post office will be well looked after.
“INDIAN MARY.”—The examination of this incorrigible woman on the charge of assault with
intent to commit murder, has not yet taken place, owing to the disappearance of the prosecuting witness.
Marshal Ruff is in search of him, and we trust will find him, as it will be an outrage on the communmity
to allow a woman of her character to be again turned loose upon us.
WEDNESDAY, MAY 10, 1865
PERSONAL.—Mr. Jas. Linn, of this place, left us yesterday morning for San Francisco, where he
will take the steamer of the 13th inst., for the East. Mr. Linn goes on a visit to his friends in Pennsylvania,
and we earnestly wish him a safe voyage and a speedy return.
WE HAVE SEEN THE ELEPHANT.— Yesterday morning, in company with Rev. Mr. Chapin and
Mr. Wm. Daniels, we paid the Allison Ranch a visit. The Ranch, as most of our readers know, is situated
some two miles and a half south of Grass Valley, and, of course, behind a fast team, it took but a few
minutes to bring us in full view of it. As soon as its surroundings commenced to break upon our vision,
we began to feel a little queer. From what we have been told of the place, we imagined that we beheld
visions of infernal machines, torpedoes, inummerable holes into which the dead were promiscuously