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Henry Mixer McCormick was born in Liberty Twp, Marion Co, Missouri. He was the son of William Jordan McCormick and Margaret M Terrell McCormick (no known burial locations).
[ Bio source: Sandy Morrey ]
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The St. Helena Star, September 19, 1879
Sad Accident—Death of Henry Mc Cormick
A sad accident occurred last Tuesday morning on Howell Mountain, about 15 miles from town, by which Henry McCormick, one of our oldest and best citizens, has lost his life. Henry with a number of others, namely, Logan Spurr, W.A. Bruce, Max Jacobson, Mr. Blum, (a San Francisco man) Chas. York, George Cook, and Mr. Celiers, of Howell Mountain, had gone up there Monday morning for a big deer hunt, with 13 dogs and nine horses. They hunted a little Monday evening, Henry killing a big 5-point buck; and made a camp near the "Three Peaks."
Next morning they started out about sunrise, and Henry had fired several shots at deer, when about 8 o'clock he joined Mr. Spurr on a large rock where the latter was stationed for shots. Mr. Spurr was on top of the rock, about 12 feet from the ground, and Henry, who had just fired at a deer and reloaded, sat down on a ledge of the same, about four feet from the ground, immediately under Mr. Spurr. Mr. McCormick's gun was a Winchester rifle, which cocks as it is loaded, and when he put in the last cartridge he forgot to lower the hammer. He sat down, as stated, about four feet above the ground, his gun resting against his left breast. Suddenly it went off. There was no jar or slip, to fire it in that way, and Mr. McCormick himself thought that he must have accidentally touched the trigger. The bullet entered the left breast about 4 inches above the nipple. It ploughed under about an inch, came out again, and reentered in his neck, coming near the jugular vein, and escaping before it reached the ear. It whizzed past Mr. Spurr, above, so plainly that he heard it. Henry raised up nearly straight on his feet, so far, indeed, that Mr. Spurr says he could have caught him had he known that he was hurt, when he suddenly pitched forward and fell head first on the rocks below, cutting a bad gash in his head.
Mr. Spurr jumped down to his assistance, calling at the same time to others of the party who were within hearing, Mr. Bruce being at the time in sight. Spurr found Mr. McCormick insensible, and picked him up. In about 15 minutes others reached the spot and rendered assistance. The injured man remained unconscious for half an hour or more, Mr. Spurr holding him on his knee. Every effort was made to stop the blood, which flowed freely, Mr. Bruce scraping felt from Mr. Spurr's hat, which was applied to the wounds and at last stopped the flow of blood. George Cook had in the meantime been dispatched to town for a doctor. He made the distance —15 miles—in the incredible space of one hour, and reaching town at once started Dr. Dawson to the relief. The two got back about 12 o'clock, and found Henry conscious, Mr. Spurr having the blood nearly stopped. Meantime the boys had commenced a litter, and a trail to get the wounded man out over. They had also packed water about two miles for drinking and washing. The doctor sealed up the wound, so as to make it safe to carry him, gave him some powders, and about half past three the party got started out with the wounded man on a litter, about of a mile at the start being almost straight up a steep mountain. At the top of the hill Wm. Chiles, Clarence Elgin and others were met coming to the relief, and about a mile and a half further on a party, of four more.
A wagon road was reached about sundown in about three miles, near the old Wagnon place, and there a wagon was in waiting, also Mr. McCormick's wife, who had been sent for. The wagon reached town about 12 o'clock at nignt [sic]and the patient was deposited at the house of Mr. Ulrich. He did not present a dangerous appearance the next day, and his friends all thought he was getting along well when about 2 o'clock Thursday morning he took a change for the worse, with the setting in of inflammation of the brain, and sunk rapidly until half past 1 o'clock in the afternoon, when he died, not from the gun shot wound, but from concussion of the brain caused by the fall.
His funeral will be held to-morrow, at 2 o'clock, from the Presbyterian church.
Mr. McCormick was a native of Marion county, Missouri, where he was born May 13, 1839. In 1862 he came across the plains, with Dr. Hugh Glenn, to this State, stopping the first summer in the Sacramento Valley. That fall he went to Little Luke Valley, Mendocino county, where he staid through 1863 and '64. Then he removed to St. Helena, where he has been ever since. He was in the butchering business here 2 or 3 years, the balance of the time being spent on his ranch, stock-raising. He was married about 1866 to Miss Mary Hudson, daughter of William Hudson. His wife survives him, also five children—three boys and two girls—one brother, Wm. McCormick, and a sister, Mrs. Logan Spurr, both of this place. He was a member of the old School Presbyterian church; did not belong to any secret order.
He was a man of noble qualities honorable character, and genial, generous impulses, and is universally mourned. His afflicted family and relations have the sympathy of the whole community in their sad bereavement.
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Henry Mixer McCormick was born in Liberty Twp, Marion Co, Missouri. He was the son of William Jordan McCormick and Margaret M Terrell McCormick (no known burial locations).
[ Bio source: Sandy Morrey ]
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The St. Helena Star, September 19, 1879
Sad Accident—Death of Henry Mc Cormick
A sad accident occurred last Tuesday morning on Howell Mountain, about 15 miles from town, by which Henry McCormick, one of our oldest and best citizens, has lost his life. Henry with a number of others, namely, Logan Spurr, W.A. Bruce, Max Jacobson, Mr. Blum, (a San Francisco man) Chas. York, George Cook, and Mr. Celiers, of Howell Mountain, had gone up there Monday morning for a big deer hunt, with 13 dogs and nine horses. They hunted a little Monday evening, Henry killing a big 5-point buck; and made a camp near the "Three Peaks."
Next morning they started out about sunrise, and Henry had fired several shots at deer, when about 8 o'clock he joined Mr. Spurr on a large rock where the latter was stationed for shots. Mr. Spurr was on top of the rock, about 12 feet from the ground, and Henry, who had just fired at a deer and reloaded, sat down on a ledge of the same, about four feet from the ground, immediately under Mr. Spurr. Mr. McCormick's gun was a Winchester rifle, which cocks as it is loaded, and when he put in the last cartridge he forgot to lower the hammer. He sat down, as stated, about four feet above the ground, his gun resting against his left breast. Suddenly it went off. There was no jar or slip, to fire it in that way, and Mr. McCormick himself thought that he must have accidentally touched the trigger. The bullet entered the left breast about 4 inches above the nipple. It ploughed under about an inch, came out again, and reentered in his neck, coming near the jugular vein, and escaping before it reached the ear. It whizzed past Mr. Spurr, above, so plainly that he heard it. Henry raised up nearly straight on his feet, so far, indeed, that Mr. Spurr says he could have caught him had he known that he was hurt, when he suddenly pitched forward and fell head first on the rocks below, cutting a bad gash in his head.
Mr. Spurr jumped down to his assistance, calling at the same time to others of the party who were within hearing, Mr. Bruce being at the time in sight. Spurr found Mr. McCormick insensible, and picked him up. In about 15 minutes others reached the spot and rendered assistance. The injured man remained unconscious for half an hour or more, Mr. Spurr holding him on his knee. Every effort was made to stop the blood, which flowed freely, Mr. Bruce scraping felt from Mr. Spurr's hat, which was applied to the wounds and at last stopped the flow of blood. George Cook had in the meantime been dispatched to town for a doctor. He made the distance —15 miles—in the incredible space of one hour, and reaching town at once started Dr. Dawson to the relief. The two got back about 12 o'clock, and found Henry conscious, Mr. Spurr having the blood nearly stopped. Meantime the boys had commenced a litter, and a trail to get the wounded man out over. They had also packed water about two miles for drinking and washing. The doctor sealed up the wound, so as to make it safe to carry him, gave him some powders, and about half past three the party got started out with the wounded man on a litter, about of a mile at the start being almost straight up a steep mountain. At the top of the hill Wm. Chiles, Clarence Elgin and others were met coming to the relief, and about a mile and a half further on a party, of four more.
A wagon road was reached about sundown in about three miles, near the old Wagnon place, and there a wagon was in waiting, also Mr. McCormick's wife, who had been sent for. The wagon reached town about 12 o'clock at nignt [sic]and the patient was deposited at the house of Mr. Ulrich. He did not present a dangerous appearance the next day, and his friends all thought he was getting along well when about 2 o'clock Thursday morning he took a change for the worse, with the setting in of inflammation of the brain, and sunk rapidly until half past 1 o'clock in the afternoon, when he died, not from the gun shot wound, but from concussion of the brain caused by the fall.
His funeral will be held to-morrow, at 2 o'clock, from the Presbyterian church.
Mr. McCormick was a native of Marion county, Missouri, where he was born May 13, 1839. In 1862 he came across the plains, with Dr. Hugh Glenn, to this State, stopping the first summer in the Sacramento Valley. That fall he went to Little Luke Valley, Mendocino county, where he staid through 1863 and '64. Then he removed to St. Helena, where he has been ever since. He was in the butchering business here 2 or 3 years, the balance of the time being spent on his ranch, stock-raising. He was married about 1866 to Miss Mary Hudson, daughter of William Hudson. His wife survives him, also five children—three boys and two girls—one brother, Wm. McCormick, and a sister, Mrs. Logan Spurr, both of this place. He was a member of the old School Presbyterian church; did not belong to any secret order.
He was a man of noble qualities honorable character, and genial, generous impulses, and is universally mourned. His afflicted family and relations have the sympathy of the whole community in their sad bereavement.
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Henry Mixer McCormick was born in Liberty Twp, Marion Co, Missouri. He was the son of William Jordan McCormick and Margaret M Terrell McCormick (no known burial locations).
[ Bio source: Sandy Morrey ]
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The St. Helena Star, September 19, 1879
Sad Accident—Death of Henry Mc Cormick
A sad accident occurred last Tuesday morning on Howell Mountain, about 15 miles from town, by which Henry McCormick, one of our oldest and best citizens, has lost his life. Henry with a number of others, namely, Logan Spurr, W.A. Bruce, Max Jacobson, Mr. Blum, (a San Francisco man) Chas. York, George Cook, and Mr. Celiers, of Howell Mountain, had gone up there Monday morning for a big deer hunt, with 13 dogs and nine horses. They hunted a little Monday evening, Henry killing a big 5-point buck; and made a camp near the "Three Peaks."
Next morning they started out about sunrise, and Henry had fired several shots at deer, when about 8 o'clock he joined Mr. Spurr on a large rock where the latter was stationed for shots. Mr. Spurr was on top of the rock, about 12 feet from the ground, and Henry, who had just fired at a deer and reloaded, sat down on a ledge of the same, about four feet from the ground, immediately under Mr. Spurr. Mr. McCormick's gun was a Winchester rifle, which cocks as it is loaded, and when he put in the last cartridge he forgot to lower the hammer. He sat down, as stated, about four feet above the ground, his gun resting against his left breast. Suddenly it went off. There was no jar or slip, to fire it in that way, and Mr. McCormick himself thought that he must have accidentally touched the trigger. The bullet entered the left breast about 4 inches above the nipple. It ploughed under about an inch, came out again, and reentered in his neck, coming near the jugular vein, and escaping before it reached the ear. It whizzed past Mr. Spurr, above, so plainly that he heard it. Henry raised up nearly straight on his feet, so far, indeed, that Mr. Spurr says he could have caught him had he known that he was hurt, when he suddenly pitched forward and fell head first on the rocks below, cutting a bad gash in his head.
Mr. Spurr jumped down to his assistance, calling at the same time to others of the party who were within hearing, Mr. Bruce being at the time in sight. Spurr found Mr. McCormick insensible, and picked him up. In about 15 minutes others reached the spot and rendered assistance. The injured man remained unconscious for half an hour or more, Mr. Spurr holding him on his knee. Every effort was made to stop the blood, which flowed freely, Mr. Bruce scraping felt from Mr. Spurr's hat, which was applied to the wounds and at last stopped the flow of blood. George Cook had in the meantime been dispatched to town for a doctor. He made the distance —15 miles—in the incredible space of one hour, and reaching town at once started Dr. Dawson to the relief. The two got back about 12 o'clock, and found Henry conscious, Mr. Spurr having the blood nearly stopped. Meantime the boys had commenced a litter, and a trail to get the wounded man out over. They had also packed water about two miles for drinking and washing. The doctor sealed up the wound, so as to make it safe to carry him, gave him some powders, and about half past three the party got started out with the wounded man on a litter, about of a mile at the start being almost straight up a steep mountain. At the top of the hill Wm. Chiles, Clarence Elgin and others were met coming to the relief, and about a mile and a half further on a party, of four more.
A wagon road was reached about sundown in about three miles, near the old Wagnon place, and there a wagon was in waiting, also Mr. McCormick's wife, who had been sent for. The wagon reached town about 12 o'clock at nignt [sic]and the patient was deposited at the house of Mr. Ulrich. He did not present a dangerous appearance the next day, and his friends all thought he was getting along well when about 2 o'clock Thursday morning he took a change for the worse, with the setting in of inflammation of the brain, and sunk rapidly until half past 1 o'clock in the afternoon, when he died, not from the gun shot wound, but from concussion of the brain caused by the fall.
His funeral will be held to-morrow, at 2 o'clock, from the Presbyterian church.
Mr. McCormick was a native of Marion county, Missouri, where he was born May 13, 1839. In 1862 he came across the plains, with Dr. Hugh Glenn, to this State, stopping the first summer in the Sacramento Valley. That fall he went to Little Luke Valley, Mendocino county, where he staid through 1863 and '64. Then he removed to St. Helena, where he has been ever since. He was in the butchering business here 2 or 3 years, the balance of the time being spent on his ranch, stock-raising. He was married about 1866 to Miss Mary Hudson, daughter of William Hudson. His wife survives him, also five children—three boys and two girls—one brother, Wm. McCormick, and a sister, Mrs. Logan Spurr, both of this place. He was a member of the old School Presbyterian church; did not belong to any secret order.
He was a man of noble qualities honorable character, and genial, generous impulses, and is universally mourned. His afflicted family and relations have the sympathy of the whole community in their sad bereavement.
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Henry Mixer McCormick was born in Liberty Twp, Marion Co, Missouri. He was the son of William Jordan McCormick and Margaret M Terrell McCormick (no known burial locations).
[ Bio source: Sandy Morrey ]
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The St. Helena Star, September 19, 1879
Sad Accident—Death of Henry Mc Cormick
A sad accident occurred last Tuesday morning on Howell Mountain, about 15 miles from town, by which Henry McCormick, one of our oldest and best citizens, has lost his life. Henry with a number of others, namely, Logan Spurr, W.A. Bruce, Max Jacobson, Mr. Blum, (a San Francisco man) Chas. York, George Cook, and Mr. Celiers, of Howell Mountain, had gone up there Monday morning for a big deer hunt, with 13 dogs and nine horses. They hunted a little Monday evening, Henry killing a big 5-point buck; and made a camp near the "Three Peaks."
Next morning they started out about sunrise, and Henry had fired several shots at deer, when about 8 o'clock he joined Mr. Spurr on a large rock where the latter was stationed for shots. Mr. Spurr was on top of the rock, about 12 feet from the ground, and Henry, who had just fired at a deer and reloaded, sat down on a ledge of the same, about four feet from the ground, immediately under Mr. Spurr. Mr. McCormick's gun was a Winchester rifle, which cocks as it is loaded, and when he put in the last cartridge he forgot to lower the hammer. He sat down, as stated, about four feet above the ground, his gun resting against his left breast. Suddenly it went off. There was no jar or slip, to fire it in that way, and Mr. McCormick himself thought that he must have accidentally touched the trigger. The bullet entered the left breast about 4 inches above the nipple. It ploughed under about an inch, came out again, and reentered in his neck, coming near the jugular vein, and escaping before it reached the ear. It whizzed past Mr. Spurr, above, so plainly that he heard it. Henry raised up nearly straight on his feet, so far, indeed, that Mr. Spurr says he could have caught him had he known that he was hurt, when he suddenly pitched forward and fell head first on the rocks below, cutting a bad gash in his head.
Mr. Spurr jumped down to his assistance, calling at the same time to others of the party who were within hearing, Mr. Bruce being at the time in sight. Spurr found Mr. McCormick insensible, and picked him up. In about 15 minutes others reached the spot and rendered assistance. The injured man remained unconscious for half an hour or more, Mr. Spurr holding him on his knee. Every effort was made to stop the blood, which flowed freely, Mr. Bruce scraping felt from Mr. Spurr's hat, which was applied to the wounds and at last stopped the flow of blood. George Cook had in the meantime been dispatched to town for a doctor. He made the distance —15 miles—in the incredible space of one hour, and reaching town at once started Dr. Dawson to the relief. The two got back about 12 o'clock, and found Henry conscious, Mr. Spurr having the blood nearly stopped. Meantime the boys had commenced a litter, and a trail to get the wounded man out over. They had also packed water about two miles for drinking and washing. The doctor sealed up the wound, so as to make it safe to carry him, gave him some powders, and about half past three the party got started out with the wounded man on a litter, about of a mile at the start being almost straight up a steep mountain. At the top of the hill Wm. Chiles, Clarence Elgin and others were met coming to the relief, and about a mile and a half further on a party, of four more.
A wagon road was reached about sundown in about three miles, near the old Wagnon place, and there a wagon was in waiting, also Mr. McCormick's wife, who had been sent for. The wagon reached town about 12 o'clock at nignt [sic]and the patient was deposited at the house of Mr. Ulrich. He did not present a dangerous appearance the next day, and his friends all thought he was getting along well when about 2 o'clock Thursday morning he took a change for the worse, with the setting in of inflammation of the brain, and sunk rapidly until half past 1 o'clock in the afternoon, when he died, not from the gun shot wound, but from concussion of the brain caused by the fall.
His funeral will be held to-morrow, at 2 o'clock, from the Presbyterian church.
Mr. McCormick was a native of Marion county, Missouri, where he was born May 13, 1839. In 1862 he came across the plains, with Dr. Hugh Glenn, to this State, stopping the first summer in the Sacramento Valley. That fall he went to Little Luke Valley, Mendocino county, where he staid through 1863 and '64. Then he removed to St. Helena, where he has been ever since. He was in the butchering business here 2 or 3 years, the balance of the time being spent on his ranch, stock-raising. He was married about 1866 to Miss Mary Hudson, daughter of William Hudson. His wife survives him, also five children—three boys and two girls—one brother, Wm. McCormick, and a sister, Mrs. Logan Spurr, both of this place. He was a member of the old School Presbyterian church; did not belong to any secret order.
He was a man of noble qualities honorable character, and genial, generous impulses, and is universally mourned. His afflicted family and relations have the sympathy of the whole community in their sad bereavement.
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