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SAMPLE, GEORGE R.
Age 35
b. Abt. 1844
d. 7/17/1879 - Fish Creek, Montana Territory

(Fish Creek post office was established
1870 and closed 1896. It was located
in what is now Madison County, Montana.)

Mount Moriah Cemetery
Butte, Montana
Find-a-grave: George R. Sample
Block A Lot 76 Grave 3

Spouse
Alice Sample
1853 - 1913

Resolutions of Respect

The following resolutions of respect to the member of a deceased brother were lately adopted by the Silver Star Masonic Lodge, of which the deceased was a member in good standing.

HALL OF SILVER STAR LODGE
NO.17 A.F. & A.M.
Aug. 39, 1879, A. L. 5879

Whereas, It has pleased the Supreme Architect of the universe to remove from among us, by death, our brother, George R. Sample, there be it

Resolved, That we bow with submission to the will of Him who governs and rules the destinies of men, regretting the dire affliction that has fallen upon us.

Resolved, That by the death of Bro. Sample we have lost a true and trusted brother, and Masonry a firm and steady light.

Resolved, That we tender to the relative of our deceased brother our heartfelt sympathy in this the hour of their affliction.

Resolved, That the lodge be draped in mourning the customary number of days.

Resolved, That a copy of these resolutions be forwarded to the Butte MINER for publication.

J. D. KIRBY       }
M. M. DELANEY }    Com.
Jas. GORDON    }

The Daily Miner
Butte, Montana
9/7/1879

That was altogether a sensational report about the lighting of a charcoal fire at the bottom of the shaft, and of the fumes proceeding from it causing the accident in which the late George R. Sample came to his death. There was no bad air, no gre (?). Mr. Sample had long been subject to heart disease. It is supposed that he was overcome by a sudden attack of that complaint when he loosened his hold on the ladder and fell to the bottom.

Excerpt from:
The Daily Miner
Butte, Montana
8/5/1879

Excerpt from: The Anaconda Standard,
Anaconda, Montana—May 31, 1898

Soldiers who died before May 31, 1898
are listed here. Many names misspelled, and many
unknown—probably those without headstones on their grave.

The official announcement by the commander in chief of the death of Wheelock G. Veezey, past commander in chief, was also read following which Adjutant Almon called the roll of the dead, and as each name was called a drum beat was sounded, and one of a number of girls selected for the purpose of strewing the flowers, stepped forward and placed a bunch upon the grave of the dead called. The names on the roll called by the adjutant were as follows:

Protestant cemetery—S. F. Derois, Lieutenant E. W. Sanborn, C. Kalbacker, Lieutenant Andrew Biddle, D. Cameron, J. K. Ennis, W. Roan, Harry Roberts, Unknown, George R. Sample, C. H. Scott, Unknown, John P. Hale, Charles Murphy, W. W. Jones, G. N. Powell, William T. Stevens, ___Keeth, William Slath, Richard Harmon, David Davis, L. F. Wyman, George Hunter, T. B. Harper, Ed T. Lewis, Captain E. W. Robbins, David Faltz.

Catholic cemetery—M. R. Murray, ___Collins, Patrick McMahon, ___Roach, C. W. Hart, Thomas E. Clemons, J. C. Cand, Unknown, Cornelius Sullivan, William A. Rodgers, Pat Sullivan, Unknown.

From the Protestant cemetery the decorating committee went to the Catholic cemetery and every grave, containing the remains of a soldier, whether federal or confederate, was strewn with flowers.

The committee did not possess a list of the confederate dead, but such as were know were remembered and profusely decorated. The grave of Col. J. C. C. Thornton bears a wreath of flowers, placed there by the hand of Col. P. R. Dolman.

SCHLOTH, WILLIAM
Age 52
b. Abt. !830 - Germany
d. 2/19/1891 - Butte, Silver Bow County, Montana

CO. A. 3rd IOWA INFANTRY

Mount Moriah Cemetery
Butte, Silver Bow Co., MT
Find-a-Grave: William Schloth
Block E Lot 11 Grave 5

ENTITLED TO CHAMPIONSHIP

The two meanest Men in the World
Discovered in Portland

BUTTE, March 24.—General Warren and William Walton are of the opinion that for high-grade nerve and rust-proof cheek Schloth Brothers of Portland, Or., apprehend bun. The Schloths are quite wealthy and own much valuable property in Portland. Last February a brother of theirs residing in this city was taken ill and, being without means, became a charge on the county. He was removed to the poorhouse, where he died. Upon his death Messrs. Warren and Walton telegraphed the fact to his brothers, and they replied by wire instructing the gentleman to give the dead man a decent burial and requested that the funeral be under the auspices of the G. A. R., their brother being an old soldier. As he was not a member of the Grand Army the last part of the request could not be complied with, and Messrs. Warren and Walton took charge of the burial themselves and expended the sum of $125 in defraying the necessary expenses incident to the funeral.

After the funeral they wrote to the brothers of the dead man and also sent in an itemized bill showing the money they had paid for interring the dead brother. Up to date they have not received any reply, and have come to the conclusion they will have to look for pay in the word to come, where recompense is dealt out for all good deeds performed here below. Today the gentlemen were fairly paralyzed by being informed by Judge McHatton that he had received a letter from the Schloths asking him to look after a large valuable estate left their pauper brother at the time of his death. The latter did not make any reference whatever to the little bill owing Messrs. Warren and Walton, and the latter are in hopes that the judge may find that estate so that they can put in a claim against it.

The Anaconda Standard
Anaconda, Montana
3/25/1891

SCHULTZ, JAMES W.
Age 73
b. 12/13/1835 - New Jersey
d. 12/4/1909 - Butte, Silver Bow County, Montana

CO. A. 26th REGT. NEW JERSEY VOLUNTEERS

Mount Moriah Cemetery
Butte, Silver Bow Co., MT
Find-a-Grave: James Schultz
Block J Lot 122 Grave 6

GOOD MAN LAID AT REST
LIFE’S WORK FINISHED

The funeral of James W. Schultz was held yesterday afternoon at 3 o’clock at the residence of Mr. and Mrs. Charles Copenharve, 516 West Galena street. Many friends of the family and of the late Mr. Schultz attended the service, which was conducted by Rev. E. J. Groeneveld, pastor of the First Presbyterian church. Mrs. J. W. Thomas sang “Crossing the Bar” very beautifully. The body reposed in a broadcloth-covered casket, on which was a silver plate with the words, “At Rest.” There was a profusion of floral tributes from the many friends. After the service the procession moved to Mt. Moriah cemetery, where burial took place. The pallbearers were E. S. Paxson, Alexander Christie, W. E. Burgess and W. W. Walsworth.

The Anaconda Standard
Anaconda, Montana
12/6/1909

VETERAN OF THE CIVIL WAR
PASSES AWAY IN BUTTE

F UNERAL TO BE HELD TODAY

Will be private and the services
will be at home of son-in-law,
Charles Copenharve, on West
Galena street—Well known here.

James W. Schultz, 74 years old, a resident of Butte for the past 10 years, died yesterday morning at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Charles Copenharve, 516 West Galena street. The ills attendant to his advanced age and a general breakdown in his system were the causes of death, which came peacefully.

Mr. Schultz was the father of Mrs. Charles Copenharve, wife of the assistant city editor of the Standard, and he had hundreds of friends in the Butte district. He was a native of New Jersey and spent his early life in a little country village. As he grew to manhood he engaged in the mercantile business and this occupation he was following when the war between the North and South broke out. He enlisted in a New Jersey regiment and served with credit throughout the war. Later, he entered mercantile pursuits in New Jersey and Philadelphia, and followed that line of business until about 10 years ago, when his wife died. Then he retired from active work, coming to Butte, where he had since made his home with his daughter, Mrs. Copenharve.

Mr. Schultz was always of a cheerful disposition. He was almost idolized by his granddaughter, Miss Helen Copenharve, who is now absent at school in Minneapolis. His was a character which won respect at all times and he was a man of sterling integrity.

Although he had been in ill health for many years past, his critical illness lasted only a little while. He was up and about the house Tuesday as usual and the next day he was compelled to take to his bed. The end came at 7 o’clock yesterday morning.

Mr. Schultz belonged to but one order, the Royal Arcanum. His life in Montana was a pleasant one and his last years were happy. It was his custom to go to the Bitter Root valley every fall, where he would spend a month or two camping out in the woods and enjoying life as near to the primitive as possible. Generally he returned to Butte with a new lease of life, but last fall he did not recuperate as usual and declined steadily during recent months.

The funeral will be held this afternoon at 3 o’clock at the Copenharve home, and will be private. Mrs. Copenharve and a brother in New York state are the only near relative who survive.

The Anaconda Standard
Anaconda, Montana
12/5/1909

SCHWADE, F. ADOLPH
Age 65
b. Abt. 1830 - Germany
d. 5/27/2897 - Butte, Silver Bow County, Montana

CO. E. 5th MISSOURI INFANTRY

Mount Moriah Cemetery
Butte, Silver Bow Co., MT
Find-a-grave: F. Adolph Schwade
GAR Plot: Block F Row 1 Grave 32

MURDER MOST FOUL

Adolph Schwade Found Dead in Whisky Gulch

WORK OF AN ASSASSIN

Shot in the Chest-Scalp Gashed and Skull Crushed

ROBBERY WAS THE MOTIVE

The Body Was Discovered by Charles Hicks, Who Came Out to See Schwade on Business—It Lay Twenty Feet from the Mouth of the Tunnel—The Cabin and Blacksmith Shop Were Ransacked—Coroner Tremblay Investigated—Dead Man Came to Montana Right After the War, Through Which He Served—Had Lived Many Years in the Gulch—Had Been Visited by Bandits Three Times and Kept No Money in the Cabin—Deed was Done Since Friday—Inquest to Be Held.

The 31 year sentence given James Clancy, the 30 years imprisonment meted out to Tom Staggs and the 18 years of penal servitude which Charles William Haskins must undergo seem to have had little restraining effect upon the criminal element of Butte. Red handed murder has stalked rampant within the last two days, and a foul ad brutal crime has imprinted another stain upon the annals of the county. Adolph Schwade, an old man, far past the meridian of life, who bore the scars of conflict for the integrity of the nation—a man, who, though he had reached an age when most men consider themselves past labor, still continued to earn his bread by burrowing into the hillsides with pick and spade, was struck down by the dastard hand of an assassin sometime between Friday night and Sunday morning, his body dragged into the somber depths of the little tunnel he had laboriously excavated, and left to rot by the unspeakable miscreants who turned his pockets inside out, ransacked his cabin, and departed leaving no more trace than a snowflake which falls upon the bosom of a lake.

Yesterday morning Fred Hicks, who resides at 110 West La Platte street, Centerville, hitched up his buggy and started out to make a call upon Adolph Schwade, known about town as “Old Fritz,” who occupied a lonely cabin in Whisky Gulch, a short distance this side of Rocker, and two and a half miles west of Butte. There was no other human habitation within a quarter of a mile of it, and nestled upon a “bench” it was completely hidden from view.

As Hicks drew up in front of the lonely shack he shouted to its owner, but there was no response. The door was closed and his knock echoed through the dark interior. The blacksmith shop at the back of the cabin was also deserted, and the visitor, who knew that Schwade sometimes worked on Sunday, scrambled down to the mouth of the tunnel, some 40 feet below.

The entrance was black and forbidding. Inside the passage narrowed to an aperture about three feet by four. A little way from the opening stood a wheelbarrow, half filled with the decomposed granite through which the tunnel had been cut, and thinking that Schwade was within, Hicks called to him, his voice sounding muffled and dead between the narrow walls. There was no answer, and the silence was broken only by the trickle of water in the gulch.

Hicks peered into the tunnel with a strange apprehension. At his back the afternoon sun streamed in and fell in a splash of gold at his feet. Beyond, there was an opaque darkness that gradually grew translucent as his expanding pupils grew accustomed to it. By degrees a blot upon the ground, 20 feet from him, assumed shape and character, and suddenly he realized that what he saw was the recumbent form of a man.

The low roof of the tunnel touched Hicks’ back as he felt his way inside, and the detached gravel rattled down behind him. In a few moments he was bending over the body of Adolph Schwade. A touch of the hand sent a shudder through him, the instinctive recoil of the living from the dead.

At 1 o’clock in the afternoon Mr. Hicks stopped a reeking horse in front of Joseph Richards’ undertaking establishment and told his gruesome tale. The latter telephone to Coroner Tremblay and a short time later, the coroner, Chance Harris and the undertaker arrived at the cabin in Whisky Gulch. They opened the door.

Within was a scene of confusion. Chairs and tables were disarranged, the counterpane was pulled off the bed and on the mattress lay specimens of ore, as if thrown form some receptacle during a hurried search. Picks and drills rested against the wall, and over the stove hung two pairs of shoes. Upon a shelf stood a clock, which had stopped, as if time being over and done for its owner, there was no longer necessity for marking its flight. In one corner a trunk with the lid opened, showed a partially emptied sack of flour. From a nail driven into the wall a lantern hung, and this having been taken down and lighted, the party proceeded to the tunnel.

The body lay about twenty feet from the entrance. The flickering rays of the lantern cast strange shadows upon the white, upturned faced, with its gray moustache and the stern protest of the glassy, half opened eyes. Schwade lay upon his back, his arms extended above his head, and his naked feet toward the entrance of the tunnel he had dug for riches, but which, with the grim perversity of inanimate things, had become his sepulcher.

The corpse was clad in shirt, trousers and vest. The pockets were turned inside out. Near the head, some drills stood at an angle against the wall of the tunnel, and at the feet a worn shovel; remained where the dead man had placed it. Under the head was a dark puddle. It was blood.

The man who carried the lantern held it closer. Behind the lapel of the vest, over the right lung, was a thick stain. It was clotted blood. The coroner unbuttoned the garment and pulled it open. There was a faint sound of separation as the cloth parted with the wound and a small round hole was displayed, above the right nipple, the ragged edges blackened as if with powder. An examination showed that no blast had ever been put into the tunnel. Schwade had been shot at close range, evidently with a bullet of 38 or 41 caliber. The wounds upon the back of the head, one of which was two inches long and reached the skull, might have been inflicted by the blow of a blunt instrument, or caused by falling upon a rock, if, as is possible, the body was tumbled off the bench on which the cabin stands into the gulch below.

Assisted by Chris. Burgley, Pat O’Malley and Carry Walthal, Undertaker Richards removed the body under the direction of the coroner, who had seen enough to convince him that the body had been placed where it was found after death. Burgley and O’Malley live in the vicinity and Walthal, who is an expressman, was out there looking for a horse when the coroner’s party arrived.

A minute search of the cabin failed to show any traces of the murderer, or clue to the manner in which the crime was committed. It was plain that the cabin had been sacked, but no blood was found. Outside the door the ground was hard packed and the rain of Saturday night would have obliterated any blood stain which existed.

Back of the cabin the blacksmith shop was also in disorder. The padlock that secured the door had been forced, and the tools were strewn about the floor. It was apparent that the search of the marauders had been thorough.

The remains were removed to Richards’ undertaking rooms, where an inquest will be held Tuesday at 3 o’clock. The sheriff was notified of the murder and some of the most experienced men in his office have been detailed to work upon the case.

The dead man was one of the pioneers of this section. After serving through the civil war he came to Montana. In ’71 he ran a blacksmith shop at Silver Bow and gradually drifted into whiskey Gulch, where he has worked for the past 12 or 15 years. He was a sober and industrious man, a member of the Grand Army and a partner of S. Marchesseau and Charles S. Warren in several mining ventures.

Owing to the lonely location of his cabin, Schwade was visited three times during the past three years by bandits. After his first experience, he made it a point to deposit his money in town, and it is unlikely that his murderer profited to any great extent by his atrocious crime.

When in town Schwade, though a very temperate man, he was in the habit of making his headquarters at the saloon of Simon Hauswirth, on West Broadway. Two months ago Mr. Hauswirth signed some documents for him, as he was hoping to get a pension.

Coroner Tremblay’s theory is that Schwade was shot in his cabin and then thrown down into the gulch, thus receiving the wounds upon the back of his head. On the other hand, Chance Harris, who closely examined the ground and the surroundings, is inclined to believe that he was killed at the mouth of the tunnel while at work there, and dragged inside.

Another investigation will be instituted at the scene of the murder this morning.

How long a time elapsed between the murder and the discovery of the body cannot be accurately estimated, but several habitues of Hauswirth’s saloon assert that they saw him there on Friday. It is probably that the crime was perpetrated that same night.

The Butte Miner
Butte, Montana
5/17/1897

BY PARTIES UNKNOWN

The Murderers of Schwade Will Probably Never Be apprehended.

The inquest on the body of Adolph Schwade was concluded last evening, and a verdict of death at the hands of parties unknown was returned. Fred Hicks was the first witness called when the investigation was resumed and he merely related the facts connected with the discovery of the body, as they were already known. George Hicks and James Best corroborated his evidence. P. J. Robinson of Gold street, said that he saw Schwade in front of Renshaw hall on Friday afternoon and talked with him. Schwade was then on his way home. Gus Johnson testified that a week or two ago as he was going out with Lacey, the latter told him of the troubles he had head with his wife and stepdaughter, and said: There will be a funeral around here before long.” The witness asked him if he intended to commit suicide and he replied: “No, it will be someone else’s funeral.”

Lacey was drunk at the time and Johnson did not know who he referred to when he spoke of the prospective funeral. J. W. Lacey, who was arrested on suspicion of knowing something about the murder but was soon afterwards discharged, and was the last witness. He said that he had not spoken to Schwade for two years with one exception about a year ago. Their trouble originated over some timber two years ago. Lacey said that he had never made any threats against the old man’s life, and that at the time of the murder he was in the city and had been there for several days prior to that time.

The Anaconda Standard
Anaconda, Montana
5/20/1897