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Title: Obituaries Williamsport, IN. Warren Review- Thursday, May 7, 1896 Edition
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No one saw Egbert begin his awful work but from careful observation of the premises, Egbert's actions before and after the murders, the testimony of those who saw a part of the terrible butchery and the examination of the physicians, the writer believes he has the true order of events. Pete Egbert arose not feeling well and in a bad humor. He complained at breakfast, finding fault his mother for the way the eggs were cooked, and ate but little. He then went out to cut some wood. His brother asked hom to cut enoug hto last over Sunday and to be as quiet as he could on account of his sister's serious illness. Pete turned and gave him a peculiar look but said nothing. About this time Mrs. Haschke was out milking and getting her cow ready to send to pasture. Here she was attacked by Egbert and received two terrible blows on the head inflicted in all probability with an axe. The stricken woman fell with her head against the coalhouse, brains and blood being spattered on the boards and a large pool of the same on the ground. Then came the shooting. Egbert went into his yard and got his shotgun, a fine double-barreled breechloader, and returning across the alley fired at Aggie Haschke as she stood on the porch. This is indicated by some stray shot that lodged in the weatherboarding about the girl's height. Herman Haschke was probably standing in the kitchen where he could be seen through the screen door and almost instantly the gun was turner on him. The writer saw his cap lying near a large spot of blood in the kitchen. Besides, about halfway from the house to the alley he picked up two exploded shells where they were doubtless dropped as the murderer reloaded his gun. Aggie ran into the house through the kitchen into the dining room where she fell and expired. Herman, who was not killed by teh first shot, ran out on the front portico, but by this time Egbert had reloaded and coming round the house fired the third shot, which struck the boy in the face and he fell dead. Some of the shot passed through the middle slat of the frame of the screen door. This last shooting was witnessed by Mrs. Wilson, next door neighbor, Wesley Kent and Nicholas Anaway, who were passing in a cart. The reason little Julia was not also sacrificed is due doubtless to the fact that she had not yet got out of bed and did not appear until Egbert had gone. She is but five and could only tell Mrs. Wilson that Aggie was hurt and "has more blood on her face than you can wipe off in three years." She is all Mr. Haschke has left of a happy, cheerful family. He was working at his trade, a baker at Sidell, Ill. To follow Egbert's course, after sending three souls into eternity: He deliberately walked out onto the street and turned south on his way up town. He said good morning ot Mr. Kent in his usual way, apparently not the least excited. Kent also saw him load his gun again. As Egbert passed Miss Mary Burford's home, she asked him about his sister's condition. Hesitating a moment he replied that he thought she was some better and proceeded on his way. If the young man was insane, as most believe, it is strange he did not add her to his victims. Turning south he passed James T. Johnson's house and came on around mrs. Ticknor's corner and to the square. Joe Elliott and Tom Aydelott were standing in front of the former's store and saw Egbert coming up the street wearing his hunting coat. He was carrying his gun in his right hand, grasping the barrel and gun in his right hand, grasping the barrel and swinging it as he walked. They saw that both barrels were cocked and Joe proposed to call his attention to the fact but on Tom's advice refrained. Both are glad he did for Egbert passed on without looking at them or speaking. At Thompson's corner he passed and spoke to John Boughten in his ordinary manner saying, "Hello, Buddy," and nothing unusual in his appearance struck Mr. Boughten, who supposed he was going hunting. Meantime Mr. Kent had hastened down the back street adn informed Sheriff Mull, who, with Wm Sweem, a deputy who had been employed to guard the jail, started across the courthouse yard to intercept Egbert, who had passed slowly down the north side of the square. They crossed the street from the north gate of the courthouse yard and walked down behind Egbert, Mull in front, probably with the expectation of making a quiet arrest. Egbert, however was on the watch and suddenly turning he ordered them to stop and come no further. They stopped and parleyed with him. Mull tried, it seems, for no one heard the conversation, to assure him they would not harm him but he showed no disposition to surrender. It is claimed he had his gun cocked and was holding it at the ready. Events here rapidly followed each other. Mull stepped into the bank and asked Jesse Evans, the janitor, for a gun. He said he could get none. As Mull turned to go out, he tried to prevent him, telling him he would be killed. Evand heard Egbert say to Sweem, "Sweem, you red headed s_ of a b_, if you come a step nearer I'll kill you." About this time, Ern Ohaver, township trustee, came downstairs from his office. As he came together in the vestibule but did not understand anything said nor did he see Egbert. As he reached the entrance Mull had started upstairs. Ohaver spoke to him in a cheery voice, but got no replies as teh sheriff hurried on up. At this moment he saw Egbert, who at the same time placed his gun to his shoulder and fired past him and Sweem at Mull. ohaver and Sweem dashed out, the former past the horse trough, in front of Hunnicutt's into the street, while Sweem turned and faced Egbert at only a few feet distant- it could not have been over six or eight feet. As soon as possible after firing at Mull the gun was turned on Sweem and he, shot in the neck, fell dead without a word. The shots followed each other exactly like those when a man is shooting birds. As quickly as it could be done, Egbert threw out the exploded shells and put in new ones. Thsoe who say him think he must have had them in his hand. Again the five-fold murderer was ready for all comers, but no one tried to stop him. The eyewitnesses were paralyzed with the terrible sight and besides none of them were armed or prepared in any way to cope with a desperate man armed with a shotgun. Surveying his latest victim with apparent unconcern, Egbert again threw his gun across the hollow of his left arm and leisurely passed around the bank corner to the north. He was seen when near the alley to swing his gun in the air and give a sort of a shout. So far as is known this is the last sound he uttered. Armed men followed in pursuit but wisely out of range of the fiend's shotgun. He started leisurely across the field until a ball from a repeating rifle in the hands of Elijah Howell who was fully 300 yards in his rear, caught him in the heel, entering just as Egbert had elevated the foot in stepping. Flourishing his gun, he shouted, "Shoot again you _ _ _" and started on a run, scaling the high board fence with great alacrity, considering his wound, which must have been very painful. The men guarding the north side of the fair grounds saw him enter a stall and the others were warned. The question arose as to how to dislodge him. To venture near his place of refuge meant certain death, for Pete Egbert was never known to miss a mark and in his fortified position, he possessed every advantage. It was finally decided to use dynamite to dislodge him and a messenger came to town and procured some. But in the meantime, Egbert solved the matter by terminating the horrible business in the most fortunate manner. Howell, who had worked his way gradually nearer, crawling through the fence, saw smoke issuing from the stall and two muffled reports had been heard. Creeping into an adjoining stall and peeping through he saw Egbert lying on his back, dead, with a horrible hole in his right side from which the blood was streaming. His clothing was fast burning up and there was a sickening odor of roasting flesh. Howell succeeded in dragging the body out, receiving several burns in the act and the guard surrounding the fair grounds at once closed in and the flames were extinguished. The body presented a terrible sight. The flesh on the breast was literally roasted and had become so crisp that it cracked open in places, particularly on the right arm, looking as thoug hgashed with a knife. From the right foot in which the wound was received, the shoe and stocking had been removed and the manner of death was easily seen. Possibly he had at first removed his shoe to releive the pain, which it is reasonable to conclude (if he was demented) restored his faculties to the extent of a realization of his position. Leaning over the muzzle of his gun, he pulled the trugger with the toe of his naked foot and suicide was added to his crime of murder. A messenger was sent to town to announce the news. Already a hack laod of determined men armed with the artillery pistols had started for the fair grounds. In this hack the ghastly body was placed and brought to McCoy, Hargrave & McEwen's undertaking establishment where it remained until taken to the M. E. Church for funeral services Sunday afternoon. All Saturday afternoon and evening people continued to crowd the establishment viewing the remains. Strange to say Mrs. Haschke lived until about 10 o'clock though it was 7 when she was stricken down. There were two wounds on her head. One in the center about four inches long clear-cut on the forehead, but forked back. The other on one side, also a clean cut five inches long and perfectly straight. The outer table of the skull was clean cut but inner table crushed. These wounds were undoubtedly inflicted by the two blows of an ax-the one Egbert has used in cutting wood. There were no signs whatever of shot wounds. Aggie's body was peppered but the shots were more concentrated on the breast and stomach and on the right side of the body. There were some in the face passing through the lobe of her ear. Hermie having received two loads was worse peppered than any of the others, the shots raging from his hops to his neck with scattering ones about his face and arms. Dr. Gillum estimates that from 140 to 150 shots penetrated the poor boy's body. Sweem received the entire charge beign shot at very close range in the right side of his neck, the shot ranging upward into and through his head. Sheriff Mull was shot near the base of the skull, almost the entire load hitting him. A few scattering shots struck the ceiling above the stairs. James Beadle, who was the first man to reach him found him lying doubled up at teh foot of the stairs, his head on the floor his feet leaning against the side of the hallway above. He straightened him and remained by his side until he expired some 20 minutes later. Mull moved his hand once and once opened his eyes, but could not speak. Mr. Beadle thinks that when shot, he whirled about and pitched head first downstairs, striking on his face, which explains a number of bad bruises on his nose, cheek and forehead. Wm Patton died at his home east of Beech Grove schoolhouse on last Tuesday evening. The cause of his death was heart disease. He leaves a family and a host of friends to mourn his loss. The body of Mrs. Whit Anderson of Rowena, Mo., arrived here by the afternoon train Tuesday and was taken to Walnut Grove for interment. Mrs. Anderson was but 18 years old and died from childbed fever. They went to Missouri but last December. Mr. Anderson is a grandson of Joseph Anderson of Prairie. last Thursday morning our citizens were startled by the intelligence that Isaiah Houpt, one of Liberty Township's oldest and most respected citizens, had met sudden death while driving calves on the farm 3 1/2 miles northwest of this place, by his horse falling on him and crushing his breast. The news proved to be only too true. It seems that he was bringing home some calves from a neighboring farm and taht in directing their course he found it necessare to ride around them. This he started to do on a very gentle family horse when the horse crossing a ditch at the roadside, reared and threw Mr. Houpt to one side, he pulling the horse over with him. He fell on the bank of the ditch and the horse rolled entirely over him, getting up unhurt. A very large horned saddle was on the horse and this struck Mr. Houpt squarely in the hollow part of hte breast, so internaly injuring him that he died without being able to utter a word, in less than fifteen minutes. The accident was a most deplorable one and brought sadness to every heart. Mr. Houpt was a model citizen and had a host of friends. James J. Mitchell, who died at his home in West Lebanon Friday evening, April 24th, 1896 of heart failure, was born in Montgomery County, Ohio, May 8th, 1822, and had he lived to but yesterday would have been 74 years old. He was one of twelve children and came to this county with his parents, who located in Steuben Township in the year 1826, where they lived on a farm, his father also dying a the age of 74 years. Upon the death of his father, James Mitchell located upon the farm near Johnsonville where he resided, a most exemplary citizen, until last year when he moved with his wife to West Lebanon, where they resided until death. In 1844 he was united in marriage to Nancy Johnson, a neighbor daughter, with whom almost his entire life was spent in happy union, death claiming her but a few short months ago. To them were born seven children, most of whom still survive the parents. The funeral services were held from the M. E. Church in West Lebanon, the Rev. Jakes officiating, Sunday April 16th, after which the remains were laid to rest in the West Lebanon Cemetery, followed by a host of friends. Deceased was a model citizen and a member of the Methodist Church many years.

Date: 5/7/1896
Origin: Warren Review Extracted from Microfilm
Author: Sharon Roberts
Record ID: 00003550
Type: Obituary
Source Archive: Williamsport-Washington Township Public Library
Date Entered: 4/22/2014
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Entered By: Chris Brown

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