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GRASS VALLEY UNION JULY 7, 1865 375
OBITUARY.—It is with feelings of deep regret that we chronicle this morning the death of Eddie
S., infant son of N. P. Brown, of the Nevada Transcript. The deceased was a very interesting little fellow,
and his loss will be severely felt by his parents and a host of bereaved friends. The parents of the deceased
child has our warmest sympathy in this their hour of sad bereavement. . . .
EATING HOUSES.—On Tuesday last every available public room was converted into a restaurant
or eating establishment of some kind. The demand for meals was extraordinary. Some three thousand
persons took meals at the Exchange Hotel. The French Hotel was thronged all day. The regular restaurants
couldn’t cook fast enough for the demand, while at Hamilton Hall about twelve hundred meals were
served out.
FOOTPADS.—Joe Gothart and Hank Place were stopped on the Nevada road, near the Glenbrook
Park, between ten and eleven o’clock on Wednesday night, by four highwaymen, armed and disguised.
The gentlemen in question were proceeding home from Grass Valley, little expecting any such
demonstration on the part of footpads. Place had his hand in his pocket at the time, in which was almost
ninety dollars in coin. The thieves told him to hold up his hands, which he did by putting them on his
head, taking good care to hold the purse containing the money in one hand. The robbers having “gone
through him,” and not finding anything more than a little loose silver, concluded that those individuals
weren’t “their meat,” and without searching Gothart, bid the two gentlemen to “march on,” which they
did at as quick a pace as they could. These vagabonds were certainly daring fellows, but we would advise
them not too [sic] come to [sic] near Grass Valley as they may get themselves in a tight place sooner than
they expect.
RE-ARRESTED.—John Brandon, who effected his escape from the Nevada Jail nearly a year ago,
was arrested yesterday morning near Grass Valley, by Mr. John Allison, and yesterday afternoon was
taken back to his old quarters. Brandon had been arrested on a charge of grand larceny, and a true bill
having been found against him, he was to have been tried on a Tuesday, but on the Monday preceding,
with the assistance of a crowbar, succeeded in making his way out of prison. He was very conversant
yesterday, gave a full account of the manner in which he effected his escape, and also stated that he has
been engaged in mining in this vicinity ever since his escape. He is known to be a deserter from the
army, and this annoys him more than the charge of robbery to which he has to answer. He says that he
is innocent of this latter crime, but fears that he may be taken by the military authorities and sent to Fort
Alcatraz. Mr. Allison took him up to Nevada yesterday afternoon.
TOPSY TURVY.—We are gratified to learn that this talented and versatile writer [Carrie Carlton],
will give a reading in our town on Monday evening next. Besides being a most amiable and worthy lady,
her writing, both in the Atlantic States and on the Pacific, have given her a wide celebrity well deserved.
Her writings abound with pathos and humor, so that while you are shedding tears of sympathy, you are
laughing at some quaint and humorous turn of thought—a style peculiar to herself. We are glad she is
coming; and we hope her talent and genius will be rewarded by a warm and cordial greeting—such a one
as will make the widow’s heart beat with joy, and bless the day that she mingled with her Grass Valley
friends. Let us all go to hear her.
FOOLING WITH FIREWORKS.—A little boy named Robinson came very near burning himself
to death on Mill street yesterday morning. The little fellow procured a very large rocket, and having set it
on fire held it in his hands in front of Maguire’s saloon, until his clothing took fire and the sparks which
flew in every direction had communicated to Maguire’s awning. Richmond ran to the rescue of the boy,
and succeeded in putting the fire from his clothing, not, however, before he had been considerably burnt