The Columbus Journal, December 14, 1898
BEHRENS--Saturday evening last John Behrens, a farmer living in a northeasterly direction from the city some fifteen miles, came to the city with his son, a lad of twelve years, to do some shopping.
Late coming to town, it was later than his usual time for starting home, but still only late dusk. The team took fright when near the Monastery, turned east at the four corners at the sheep ranch, where they turned the wagon over into the ditch on north side of the road, throwing out the driver and his little son. The father was fatally hurt, the boy escaping with only a few slight bruises. The rear of running gears and wagon-box were left in the ditch, the team continuing east with the fore wheels, and soon turned to the right, crossing the roadside ditch and breaking through the fence into Gottschalk's pasture, then taking a southeasterly course until they struck the east line of fence about a hundred rods north of Louis Zinnecker's place, where they broke off about a dozen posts, killing one horse, which fell upon the other in such a manner that the live horse could not extricate itself, and remained in that position until daylight, when it was found and rescued.
The boy came to the sheep ranch and informed them of the runaway, telling them he believed his father was killed. He was immediately brought into the office on a cot, and Dr. Evans summoned in hast from his residence, the doctor pronouncing the injuries fatal in a very short time, but suggested he be taken to the Sisters' hospital. A sled was got ready with abundant bed of straw, the cot placed thereon, but death ensued before the hospital was reached. The chest was crushed in, and it is probable that some broken ribs may have penetrated a vital part.
We learn that Mr. Behrens lost his wife by death some two years ago. How many children have been so suddenly deprived of their only parent we do not know. They will have the heartfelt sympathy of all their acquaintance in their time of anguish.
BEHRENS--Saturday evening last John Behrens, a farmer living in a northeasterly direction from the city some fifteen miles, came to the city with his son, a lad of twelve years, to do some shopping.
Late coming to town, it was later than his usual time for starting home, but still only late dusk. The team took fright when near the Monastery, turned east at the four corners at the sheep ranch, where they turned the wagon over into the ditch on north side of the road, throwing out the driver and his little son. The father was fatally hurt, the boy escaping with only a few slight bruises. The rear of running gears and wagon-box were left in the ditch, the team continuing east with the fore wheels, and soon turned to the right, crossing the roadside ditch and breaking through the fence into Gottschalk's pasture, then taking a southeasterly course until they struck the east line of fence about a hundred rods north of Louis Zinnecker's place, where they broke off about a dozen posts, killing one horse, which fell upon the other in such a manner that the live horse could not extricate itself, and remained in that position until daylight, when it was found and rescued.
The boy came to the sheep ranch and informed them of the runaway, telling them he believed his father was killed. He was immediately brought into the office on a cot, and Dr. Evans summoned in hast from his residence, the doctor pronouncing the injuries fatal in a very short time, but suggested he be taken to the Sisters' hospital. A sled was got ready with abundant bed of straw, the cot placed thereon, but death ensued before the hospital was reached. The chest was crushed in, and it is probable that some broken ribs may have penetrated a vital part.
We learn that Mr. Behrens lost his wife by death some two years ago. How many children have been so suddenly deprived of their only parent we do not know. They will have the heartfelt sympathy of all their acquaintance in their time of anguish.
The Columbus Journal, December 14, 1898
BEHRENS--Saturday evening last John Behrens, a farmer living in a northeasterly direction from the city some fifteen miles, came to the city with his son, a lad of twelve years, to do some shopping.
Late coming to town, it was later than his usual time for starting home, but still only late dusk. The team took fright when near the Monastery, turned east at the four corners at the sheep ranch, where they turned the wagon over into the ditch on north side of the road, throwing out the driver and his little son. The father was fatally hurt, the boy escaping with only a few slight bruises. The rear of running gears and wagon-box were left in the ditch, the team continuing east with the fore wheels, and soon turned to the right, crossing the roadside ditch and breaking through the fence into Gottschalk's pasture, then taking a southeasterly course until they struck the east line of fence about a hundred rods north of Louis Zinnecker's place, where they broke off about a dozen posts, killing one horse, which fell upon the other in such a manner that the live horse could not extricate itself, and remained in that position until daylight, when it was found and rescued.
The boy came to the sheep ranch and informed them of the runaway, telling them he believed his father was killed. He was immediately brought into the office on a cot, and Dr. Evans summoned in hast from his residence, the doctor pronouncing the injuries fatal in a very short time, but suggested he be taken to the Sisters' hospital. A sled was got ready with abundant bed of straw, the cot placed thereon, but death ensued before the hospital was reached. The chest was crushed in, and it is probable that some broken ribs may have penetrated a vital part.
We learn that Mr. Behrens lost his wife by death some two years ago. How many children have been so suddenly deprived of their only parent we do not know. They will have the heartfelt sympathy of all their acquaintance in their time of anguish.
BEHRENS--Saturday evening last John Behrens, a farmer living in a northeasterly direction from the city some fifteen miles, came to the city with his son, a lad of twelve years, to do some shopping.
Late coming to town, it was later than his usual time for starting home, but still only late dusk. The team took fright when near the Monastery, turned east at the four corners at the sheep ranch, where they turned the wagon over into the ditch on north side of the road, throwing out the driver and his little son. The father was fatally hurt, the boy escaping with only a few slight bruises. The rear of running gears and wagon-box were left in the ditch, the team continuing east with the fore wheels, and soon turned to the right, crossing the roadside ditch and breaking through the fence into Gottschalk's pasture, then taking a southeasterly course until they struck the east line of fence about a hundred rods north of Louis Zinnecker's place, where they broke off about a dozen posts, killing one horse, which fell upon the other in such a manner that the live horse could not extricate itself, and remained in that position until daylight, when it was found and rescued.
The boy came to the sheep ranch and informed them of the runaway, telling them he believed his father was killed. He was immediately brought into the office on a cot, and Dr. Evans summoned in hast from his residence, the doctor pronouncing the injuries fatal in a very short time, but suggested he be taken to the Sisters' hospital. A sled was got ready with abundant bed of straw, the cot placed thereon, but death ensued before the hospital was reached. The chest was crushed in, and it is probable that some broken ribs may have penetrated a vital part.
We learn that Mr. Behrens lost his wife by death some two years ago. How many children have been so suddenly deprived of their only parent we do not know. They will have the heartfelt sympathy of all their acquaintance in their time of anguish.
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