John Bouchard died at his home last Sunday morning the 27th of November 1898.
On the evening of the 16th of November, while walking home from
Waymans stable, the night being very dark, Mr. Bouchard stepped off the edge of
the bridge across Dry Creek and fell headlong down among the rocks on the creek
bottom. Help came at his call and he was assisted home. His injuries did not
seem to be serious. His wounded head was dressed and he felt little pain. In the
course of the four or five days that followed he apparently almost regained his
usual (unreadable) and strength. But on the sixth (unreadable) was a
decided change. His (unreadable) was gone. His body was tortured with fevers and
racked with pain. His mind came and went; one moment being active and sane, the
next, lost in delirium. He grew rapidly worse until Sunday morning when he died.
Just for the last hour the pains withdrew and the transition was peaceful.
Mr. Bouchard was born in Detroit, Michigan, on the 15th day of April
1825. He left his home in Detroit when he was eleven years old and went to Ohio,
where he spent the remainder of his early life. The first 40s found him in New
York, and 49, in New Orleans. The gold fields of California attracted him to the
Pacific coast in 1852; but the el Dorado had no treasure for him, for in many
years of mining experience he never struck a paying claim.
Twenty-eight years ago he came to Big Valley, and twelve years later made his
home in Adin. During his residence here he acquired a great many acquaintances;
and his many friends will miss him, and deplore the sad mishap which caused his
death.
Bill
On the evening of the 16th of November, while walking home from
Waymans stable, the night being very dark, Mr. Bouchard stepped off the edge of
the bridge across Dry Creek and fell headlong down among the rocks on the creek
bottom. Help came at his call and he was assisted home. His injuries did not
seem to be serious. His wounded head was dressed and he felt little pain. In the
course of the four or five days that followed he apparently almost regained his
usual (unreadable) and strength. But on the sixth (unreadable) was a
decided change. His (unreadable) was gone. His body was tortured with fevers and
racked with pain. His mind came and went; one moment being active and sane, the
next, lost in delirium. He grew rapidly worse until Sunday morning when he died.
Just for the last hour the pains withdrew and the transition was peaceful.
Mr. Bouchard was born in Detroit, Michigan, on the 15th day of April
1825. He left his home in Detroit when he was eleven years old and went to Ohio,
where he spent the remainder of his early life. The first 40s found him in New
York, and 49, in New Orleans. The gold fields of California attracted him to the
Pacific coast in 1852; but the el Dorado had no treasure for him, for in many
years of mining experience he never struck a paying claim.
Twenty-eight years ago he came to Big Valley, and twelve years later made his
home in Adin. During his residence here he acquired a great many acquaintances;
and his many friends will miss him, and deplore the sad mishap which caused his
death.
Bill
John Bouchard died at his home last Sunday morning the 27th of November 1898.
On the evening of the 16th of November, while walking home from
Waymans stable, the night being very dark, Mr. Bouchard stepped off the edge of
the bridge across Dry Creek and fell headlong down among the rocks on the creek
bottom. Help came at his call and he was assisted home. His injuries did not
seem to be serious. His wounded head was dressed and he felt little pain. In the
course of the four or five days that followed he apparently almost regained his
usual (unreadable) and strength. But on the sixth (unreadable) was a
decided change. His (unreadable) was gone. His body was tortured with fevers and
racked with pain. His mind came and went; one moment being active and sane, the
next, lost in delirium. He grew rapidly worse until Sunday morning when he died.
Just for the last hour the pains withdrew and the transition was peaceful.
Mr. Bouchard was born in Detroit, Michigan, on the 15th day of April
1825. He left his home in Detroit when he was eleven years old and went to Ohio,
where he spent the remainder of his early life. The first 40s found him in New
York, and 49, in New Orleans. The gold fields of California attracted him to the
Pacific coast in 1852; but the el Dorado had no treasure for him, for in many
years of mining experience he never struck a paying claim.
Twenty-eight years ago he came to Big Valley, and twelve years later made his
home in Adin. During his residence here he acquired a great many acquaintances;
and his many friends will miss him, and deplore the sad mishap which caused his
death.
Bill
On the evening of the 16th of November, while walking home from
Waymans stable, the night being very dark, Mr. Bouchard stepped off the edge of
the bridge across Dry Creek and fell headlong down among the rocks on the creek
bottom. Help came at his call and he was assisted home. His injuries did not
seem to be serious. His wounded head was dressed and he felt little pain. In the
course of the four or five days that followed he apparently almost regained his
usual (unreadable) and strength. But on the sixth (unreadable) was a
decided change. His (unreadable) was gone. His body was tortured with fevers and
racked with pain. His mind came and went; one moment being active and sane, the
next, lost in delirium. He grew rapidly worse until Sunday morning when he died.
Just for the last hour the pains withdrew and the transition was peaceful.
Mr. Bouchard was born in Detroit, Michigan, on the 15th day of April
1825. He left his home in Detroit when he was eleven years old and went to Ohio,
where he spent the remainder of his early life. The first 40s found him in New
York, and 49, in New Orleans. The gold fields of California attracted him to the
Pacific coast in 1852; but the el Dorado had no treasure for him, for in many
years of mining experience he never struck a paying claim.
Twenty-eight years ago he came to Big Valley, and twelve years later made his
home in Adin. During his residence here he acquired a great many acquaintances;
and his many friends will miss him, and deplore the sad mishap which caused his
death.
Bill
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