Big Toe Injured by High Fall.
A workman on the Northern Telephone Co., line fell nearly thirty feet from the top of a pole at Burlington Saturday but strange to say was not badly injured. A wire broke causing the accident. The man struck on his big toe and that was the only part of his body injured. That member was badly sprained and he is walking on crutches.
Ward County Independent, 9/23/1903
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Find Hunter Dead Under Wire Fence
Bismarck, N. D., Dec. 13.—After searching since last Friday relatives of John Carlson, aged 19, found his body yesterday afternoon within half a mile distance from his home. Last Friday he started out hunting alone and was accidentally shot with his own gun. In crossing over a barbed wire fence the trigger caught in one of the wires and the firearm discharged.
Carlson's mother owns a big ranch about ten miles west of Mandan and the family is a most estimable one in that section. The young man was one of the three children of the family and was heir to a fortune. He has a sister living at Bismarck at the present time.
Valley City Times-Record, 12/18/1913
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Nels N. Myhre, who resides about a mile east of
Sanborn was in the city yesterday searching for his wife who has been missing since Sunday. Mr. Myhre and his hired man went to Sanborn Sunday morning to get the mail. Mrs. Myhre was at home when they left but was missing when they returned about noon. Mr. Myhre gave no thought to her absence at the time as it was probably that she had gone to a neighbor's for a brief visit. Supper time came and Mrs. Myhre was still missing and her whereabouts are still unknown. Mrs. Myhre is about five feet five inches in height and weighs about 150 pounds. She has dark hair, dark complexon
{sp} and red cheeks. She is of a retiring, though pleasant disposition.
Jamestown Weekly Alert, 9/29/1904
The wife of Nels M. Myhre of Sanborn is at home again. She went only as far as Valley City, and the row was the result of a little misunderstanding.
Pembina Pioneer Express, 10/21/1904
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KILLS HORSE AND SELF.
G. A. Long of Atlantic, Iowa, Commits Suicide While Insane.
Des Moines, Aug. 28—G. A. Long of Atlantic, Iowa, while demented killed his favorite horse with one barrel of a double-barreled shotgun. "Now that he is dead there is nothing more for me to live for," he said, as he turned the other barrel upon himself, kicked the trigger and blew off his own head. He was a wealthy bachelor and leaves two brothers.
Golden Valley Chronicle, 9/5/1907
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Mrs. Cleo Firste (white) of Minot was stabbed in the right arm, while defending herself against attacks by Mrs. Clyde Bracken, (colored). Jealousy on the part of the colored woman, because of alleged attentions showered by her dusky husband on the white woman, caused the fighting. Mrs. Firse was knocked unconscious twice in two fistic encounters that preceded the knife affair. A revolved was also brought into play, one shot being fired, but going wild.
Bismarck Tribune, 4/10/1915
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DEATH LOVES A SHINING MARK
George Clinton Logan Taken Away at Twenty, Victim of Paralysis—An Exemplary Young Man
Surely no better example of the truth of the above quotation could be mentioned than in the case of Clint Logan, whose death occurred last Friday noon.
The sudden and untimely end of this well known, popular young man was the universal topic of conversation, and occasioned universal regret.
Just at the threshold of manhood—in the very prime of life—when everything pointed to a useful career, his demise was not only a blow to his parents and dear ones, but was a distinct loss to the community as well, for he was an honorable, clean young man whom it was a privilege and a pleasure to know.
He was born at Ridgeway, a small place near Winona, Minn., twenty years ago the 29th of last August. He came with his parents to Beach three years ago, and since finishing school has been an able assistant to his father, both here and on the farm. Since his father embarked in the mercantile business last spring he has been employed in the store, being pleasant and affable to all, and many who never knew him formed his acquaintance there, and liked him.
About a week or ten days before his death he fell from a step-ladder in the store, striking the counter with much force. He paid no attention to the fall at the time but a few days later symptoms of paralysis developed, and five days from the time he took to his bed he was a corpse. Funeral services were held at the Congregational church Monday afternoon at 4:30, Rev. Good dwelling upon the uncertainty of life, and speaking words of comfort to the bereaved ones.
The remains were taken east on the evening train for interment Wednesday at the old home.
Golden Valley Chronicle, 10/14/1910
Ed.: the quote in the headline is from the book of poetry Night Thoughts, by Edward Young.
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