THE DESERT'S LATEST VICTIM.
Death of Garrett Anderson a Retired New York Banker The End Came to Him on the Road a Few Miles Beyond the Arizona Canal Last Friday Evening After a Day of Fatal Wandering.
The desert has claimed another victim. Garrett E. Anderson, a retired New York capitalist, died on Friday night on the road eleven miles northeast of the city. The circumstances of his death were pitiful. Last Thursday, accompanied by his wife, he left Phoenix to visit his son, Joseph Anderson, who was stopping at a mining camp on Cave Creek. Anderson and his wife reached Taylor's ranch, eight miles northeast of town the same afternoon. They stopped there over night and took an early start the next morning. Mr. Taylor accompanied them a short distance to show them the way. They were inadequately provided with water, but the distance was not long and they might reasonably have expected to reach their destination before noon. The were riding in a phaeton drawn by a light pony. After traveling until after noon the pony, exhausted by the heavy load and the deep sands, gave up and refused to go farther. Having urged him in vain Mr. Anderson got out of the phaeton, tried to give the horse all the small stock of water, and then tried to lead him on. The pony obstinately refused to go, but on being turned around, traveled slowly toward Phoenix. He stopped frequently and as frequently Mr. Anderson got out of the phaeton to coax him to go on. At last they reached the main Cave Creek road which they had left a couple of hours before.
What happened after that is related by John A. Moore, who was returning from the Mexican mine. He noticed the peculiar tracks of the phaeton. At times they proceeded in a zig-zag manner across the road. Sometimes they left it entirely, wandering now to a tree or some other landmark along the roadside. Mr. Moore suspected the truth, that the horse was traveling without direction and that the occupant of the buggy was dead or insensible. He overtook the vehicle eight miles beyond Taylor's ranch. Anderson was already apparently dead and his wife was delirious. When Moore came up she cried, begging him piteously not to leave them. In spite of his assurances that he would not she continued to implore him. He gave her water sparingly at first until she had partially emerged from the delirium, when seeing that her condition was the result of fright and fatigue rather than the dreadful delirium that comes from the actual want of water, he gave her the canteen and turned his attention to Anderson, who lay in the buggy immovable, not perceptibly breathing. Moore tried in vain to revive him, and then tried to lift him from the phaeton to his own covered wagon, but could not. He unhitched the pony, and secured it to the buggy, which he fastened to his wagon. Mrs. Anderson, her husband's head reclining on her shoulder, rode in the buggy. Moore frequently called back to her inquiring of her husband's condition. Once she said he had quit breathing, but soon after she said he was breathing regularly and with apparent ease.
From the time that Moore had come up he had not manifested a sign of consciousness and hardly a sign of life but breathing. As they rode along Mrs. Anderson never ceased trying to recall him. At length he whispered so low she could hardly understand him, begging to not disturb him, but to let him sleep. He was in that delicious torpor which merciful nature has provided for all her children who are imminently near death by cold or heat or water. After that she did not annoy him. Finally she could no longer detect the slight rise and fall of his chest. He was no longer breathing, but reclined dead, his head still resting upon her shoulder. This was about 6 o'clock in the evening. It was still three miles to Taylor's ranch. Moore drove on as rapidly as possible, for at the discovery of her husband's death Mrs. Anderson was threatened with collapse. Arriving at the ranch Moore sent a messenger to Phoenix for a physician. Dr. Stroud went out and found Mrs. Anderson suffering from prostration. She recovered so rapidly that she was able to be brought to town yesterday forenoon and later in the day the son returned with a messenger who had been sent after him. The body was brought in early in the morning and embalmed by the Phoenix Undertaking company. It was sent east last night accompanied by Mrs. Anderson.
From the description given him by Mrs. Anderson of their wanderings until they returned to the Cave Creek road, Mr. Moore believed that at the time the horse stopped on the desert, they must have been within two or three miles of Cave Creek station and might have been able to see the buildings at the station. As has been already stated the death was not a result of thirst, but was probably produced by heat. Anderson was a portly man, and unused to exercise. The frequent exertion of getting out of the phaeton and in again and his efforts to urge the jaded pony had induced prostration.
The dead man, a retired New York banker of prominence, whose place of business was at 60 Wall street, was about 60 years of age. He came here nearly six months ago, accompanied by his wife and son on account of the ill health of the latter, who was a clerk in the famous French brokers' establishment of Lazard Freres, New York.
Mr. and Mrs. Anderson intended to leave this week for Denver and started to Cave Creek to bid their son farewell.
The Arizona Republican; Phoenix, Arizona.
August 1, 1897; Page Eight.
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Death of Garrett Anderson a Retired New York Banker The End Came to Him on the Road a Few Miles Beyond the Arizona Canal Last Friday Evening After a Day of Fatal Wandering.
The desert has claimed another victim. Garrett E. Anderson, a retired New York capitalist, died on Friday night on the road eleven miles northeast of the city. The circumstances of his death were pitiful. Last Thursday, accompanied by his wife, he left Phoenix to visit his son, Joseph Anderson, who was stopping at a mining camp on Cave Creek. Anderson and his wife reached Taylor's ranch, eight miles northeast of town the same afternoon. They stopped there over night and took an early start the next morning. Mr. Taylor accompanied them a short distance to show them the way. They were inadequately provided with water, but the distance was not long and they might reasonably have expected to reach their destination before noon. The were riding in a phaeton drawn by a light pony. After traveling until after noon the pony, exhausted by the heavy load and the deep sands, gave up and refused to go farther. Having urged him in vain Mr. Anderson got out of the phaeton, tried to give the horse all the small stock of water, and then tried to lead him on. The pony obstinately refused to go, but on being turned around, traveled slowly toward Phoenix. He stopped frequently and as frequently Mr. Anderson got out of the phaeton to coax him to go on. At last they reached the main Cave Creek road which they had left a couple of hours before.
What happened after that is related by John A. Moore, who was returning from the Mexican mine. He noticed the peculiar tracks of the phaeton. At times they proceeded in a zig-zag manner across the road. Sometimes they left it entirely, wandering now to a tree or some other landmark along the roadside. Mr. Moore suspected the truth, that the horse was traveling without direction and that the occupant of the buggy was dead or insensible. He overtook the vehicle eight miles beyond Taylor's ranch. Anderson was already apparently dead and his wife was delirious. When Moore came up she cried, begging him piteously not to leave them. In spite of his assurances that he would not she continued to implore him. He gave her water sparingly at first until she had partially emerged from the delirium, when seeing that her condition was the result of fright and fatigue rather than the dreadful delirium that comes from the actual want of water, he gave her the canteen and turned his attention to Anderson, who lay in the buggy immovable, not perceptibly breathing. Moore tried in vain to revive him, and then tried to lift him from the phaeton to his own covered wagon, but could not. He unhitched the pony, and secured it to the buggy, which he fastened to his wagon. Mrs. Anderson, her husband's head reclining on her shoulder, rode in the buggy. Moore frequently called back to her inquiring of her husband's condition. Once she said he had quit breathing, but soon after she said he was breathing regularly and with apparent ease.
From the time that Moore had come up he had not manifested a sign of consciousness and hardly a sign of life but breathing. As they rode along Mrs. Anderson never ceased trying to recall him. At length he whispered so low she could hardly understand him, begging to not disturb him, but to let him sleep. He was in that delicious torpor which merciful nature has provided for all her children who are imminently near death by cold or heat or water. After that she did not annoy him. Finally she could no longer detect the slight rise and fall of his chest. He was no longer breathing, but reclined dead, his head still resting upon her shoulder. This was about 6 o'clock in the evening. It was still three miles to Taylor's ranch. Moore drove on as rapidly as possible, for at the discovery of her husband's death Mrs. Anderson was threatened with collapse. Arriving at the ranch Moore sent a messenger to Phoenix for a physician. Dr. Stroud went out and found Mrs. Anderson suffering from prostration. She recovered so rapidly that she was able to be brought to town yesterday forenoon and later in the day the son returned with a messenger who had been sent after him. The body was brought in early in the morning and embalmed by the Phoenix Undertaking company. It was sent east last night accompanied by Mrs. Anderson.
From the description given him by Mrs. Anderson of their wanderings until they returned to the Cave Creek road, Mr. Moore believed that at the time the horse stopped on the desert, they must have been within two or three miles of Cave Creek station and might have been able to see the buildings at the station. As has been already stated the death was not a result of thirst, but was probably produced by heat. Anderson was a portly man, and unused to exercise. The frequent exertion of getting out of the phaeton and in again and his efforts to urge the jaded pony had induced prostration.
The dead man, a retired New York banker of prominence, whose place of business was at 60 Wall street, was about 60 years of age. He came here nearly six months ago, accompanied by his wife and son on account of the ill health of the latter, who was a clerk in the famous French brokers' establishment of Lazard Freres, New York.
Mr. and Mrs. Anderson intended to leave this week for Denver and started to Cave Creek to bid their son farewell.
The Arizona Republican; Phoenix, Arizona.
August 1, 1897; Page Eight.
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THE DESERT'S LATEST VICTIM.
Death of Garrett Anderson a Retired New York Banker The End Came to Him on the Road a Few Miles Beyond the Arizona Canal Last Friday Evening After a Day of Fatal Wandering.
The desert has claimed another victim. Garrett E. Anderson, a retired New York capitalist, died on Friday night on the road eleven miles northeast of the city. The circumstances of his death were pitiful. Last Thursday, accompanied by his wife, he left Phoenix to visit his son, Joseph Anderson, who was stopping at a mining camp on Cave Creek. Anderson and his wife reached Taylor's ranch, eight miles northeast of town the same afternoon. They stopped there over night and took an early start the next morning. Mr. Taylor accompanied them a short distance to show them the way. They were inadequately provided with water, but the distance was not long and they might reasonably have expected to reach their destination before noon. The were riding in a phaeton drawn by a light pony. After traveling until after noon the pony, exhausted by the heavy load and the deep sands, gave up and refused to go farther. Having urged him in vain Mr. Anderson got out of the phaeton, tried to give the horse all the small stock of water, and then tried to lead him on. The pony obstinately refused to go, but on being turned around, traveled slowly toward Phoenix. He stopped frequently and as frequently Mr. Anderson got out of the phaeton to coax him to go on. At last they reached the main Cave Creek road which they had left a couple of hours before.
What happened after that is related by John A. Moore, who was returning from the Mexican mine. He noticed the peculiar tracks of the phaeton. At times they proceeded in a zig-zag manner across the road. Sometimes they left it entirely, wandering now to a tree or some other landmark along the roadside. Mr. Moore suspected the truth, that the horse was traveling without direction and that the occupant of the buggy was dead or insensible. He overtook the vehicle eight miles beyond Taylor's ranch. Anderson was already apparently dead and his wife was delirious. When Moore came up she cried, begging him piteously not to leave them. In spite of his assurances that he would not she continued to implore him. He gave her water sparingly at first until she had partially emerged from the delirium, when seeing that her condition was the result of fright and fatigue rather than the dreadful delirium that comes from the actual want of water, he gave her the canteen and turned his attention to Anderson, who lay in the buggy immovable, not perceptibly breathing. Moore tried in vain to revive him, and then tried to lift him from the phaeton to his own covered wagon, but could not. He unhitched the pony, and secured it to the buggy, which he fastened to his wagon. Mrs. Anderson, her husband's head reclining on her shoulder, rode in the buggy. Moore frequently called back to her inquiring of her husband's condition. Once she said he had quit breathing, but soon after she said he was breathing regularly and with apparent ease.
From the time that Moore had come up he had not manifested a sign of consciousness and hardly a sign of life but breathing. As they rode along Mrs. Anderson never ceased trying to recall him. At length he whispered so low she could hardly understand him, begging to not disturb him, but to let him sleep. He was in that delicious torpor which merciful nature has provided for all her children who are imminently near death by cold or heat or water. After that she did not annoy him. Finally she could no longer detect the slight rise and fall of his chest. He was no longer breathing, but reclined dead, his head still resting upon her shoulder. This was about 6 o'clock in the evening. It was still three miles to Taylor's ranch. Moore drove on as rapidly as possible, for at the discovery of her husband's death Mrs. Anderson was threatened with collapse. Arriving at the ranch Moore sent a messenger to Phoenix for a physician. Dr. Stroud went out and found Mrs. Anderson suffering from prostration. She recovered so rapidly that she was able to be brought to town yesterday forenoon and later in the day the son returned with a messenger who had been sent after him. The body was brought in early in the morning and embalmed by the Phoenix Undertaking company. It was sent east last night accompanied by Mrs. Anderson.
From the description given him by Mrs. Anderson of their wanderings until they returned to the Cave Creek road, Mr. Moore believed that at the time the horse stopped on the desert, they must have been within two or three miles of Cave Creek station and might have been able to see the buildings at the station. As has been already stated the death was not a result of thirst, but was probably produced by heat. Anderson was a portly man, and unused to exercise. The frequent exertion of getting out of the phaeton and in again and his efforts to urge the jaded pony had induced prostration.
The dead man, a retired New York banker of prominence, whose place of business was at 60 Wall street, was about 60 years of age. He came here nearly six months ago, accompanied by his wife and son on account of the ill health of the latter, who was a clerk in the famous French brokers' establishment of Lazard Freres, New York.
Mr. and Mrs. Anderson intended to leave this week for Denver and started to Cave Creek to bid their son farewell.
The Arizona Republican; Phoenix, Arizona.
August 1, 1897; Page Eight.
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Death of Garrett Anderson a Retired New York Banker The End Came to Him on the Road a Few Miles Beyond the Arizona Canal Last Friday Evening After a Day of Fatal Wandering.
The desert has claimed another victim. Garrett E. Anderson, a retired New York capitalist, died on Friday night on the road eleven miles northeast of the city. The circumstances of his death were pitiful. Last Thursday, accompanied by his wife, he left Phoenix to visit his son, Joseph Anderson, who was stopping at a mining camp on Cave Creek. Anderson and his wife reached Taylor's ranch, eight miles northeast of town the same afternoon. They stopped there over night and took an early start the next morning. Mr. Taylor accompanied them a short distance to show them the way. They were inadequately provided with water, but the distance was not long and they might reasonably have expected to reach their destination before noon. The were riding in a phaeton drawn by a light pony. After traveling until after noon the pony, exhausted by the heavy load and the deep sands, gave up and refused to go farther. Having urged him in vain Mr. Anderson got out of the phaeton, tried to give the horse all the small stock of water, and then tried to lead him on. The pony obstinately refused to go, but on being turned around, traveled slowly toward Phoenix. He stopped frequently and as frequently Mr. Anderson got out of the phaeton to coax him to go on. At last they reached the main Cave Creek road which they had left a couple of hours before.
What happened after that is related by John A. Moore, who was returning from the Mexican mine. He noticed the peculiar tracks of the phaeton. At times they proceeded in a zig-zag manner across the road. Sometimes they left it entirely, wandering now to a tree or some other landmark along the roadside. Mr. Moore suspected the truth, that the horse was traveling without direction and that the occupant of the buggy was dead or insensible. He overtook the vehicle eight miles beyond Taylor's ranch. Anderson was already apparently dead and his wife was delirious. When Moore came up she cried, begging him piteously not to leave them. In spite of his assurances that he would not she continued to implore him. He gave her water sparingly at first until she had partially emerged from the delirium, when seeing that her condition was the result of fright and fatigue rather than the dreadful delirium that comes from the actual want of water, he gave her the canteen and turned his attention to Anderson, who lay in the buggy immovable, not perceptibly breathing. Moore tried in vain to revive him, and then tried to lift him from the phaeton to his own covered wagon, but could not. He unhitched the pony, and secured it to the buggy, which he fastened to his wagon. Mrs. Anderson, her husband's head reclining on her shoulder, rode in the buggy. Moore frequently called back to her inquiring of her husband's condition. Once she said he had quit breathing, but soon after she said he was breathing regularly and with apparent ease.
From the time that Moore had come up he had not manifested a sign of consciousness and hardly a sign of life but breathing. As they rode along Mrs. Anderson never ceased trying to recall him. At length he whispered so low she could hardly understand him, begging to not disturb him, but to let him sleep. He was in that delicious torpor which merciful nature has provided for all her children who are imminently near death by cold or heat or water. After that she did not annoy him. Finally she could no longer detect the slight rise and fall of his chest. He was no longer breathing, but reclined dead, his head still resting upon her shoulder. This was about 6 o'clock in the evening. It was still three miles to Taylor's ranch. Moore drove on as rapidly as possible, for at the discovery of her husband's death Mrs. Anderson was threatened with collapse. Arriving at the ranch Moore sent a messenger to Phoenix for a physician. Dr. Stroud went out and found Mrs. Anderson suffering from prostration. She recovered so rapidly that she was able to be brought to town yesterday forenoon and later in the day the son returned with a messenger who had been sent after him. The body was brought in early in the morning and embalmed by the Phoenix Undertaking company. It was sent east last night accompanied by Mrs. Anderson.
From the description given him by Mrs. Anderson of their wanderings until they returned to the Cave Creek road, Mr. Moore believed that at the time the horse stopped on the desert, they must have been within two or three miles of Cave Creek station and might have been able to see the buildings at the station. As has been already stated the death was not a result of thirst, but was probably produced by heat. Anderson was a portly man, and unused to exercise. The frequent exertion of getting out of the phaeton and in again and his efforts to urge the jaded pony had induced prostration.
The dead man, a retired New York banker of prominence, whose place of business was at 60 Wall street, was about 60 years of age. He came here nearly six months ago, accompanied by his wife and son on account of the ill health of the latter, who was a clerk in the famous French brokers' establishment of Lazard Freres, New York.
Mr. and Mrs. Anderson intended to leave this week for Denver and started to Cave Creek to bid their son farewell.
The Arizona Republican; Phoenix, Arizona.
August 1, 1897; Page Eight.
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