The Cartersville Express Cartersville, Georgia 16 Sep 1880, p. 3
"Adairsville"
It is ever with regret that we chronicle sad news, and the news of a painful accident which occurred last Saturday comes in our items this week. Politics had been running high, and as is usually the case on such occasion, men seek a stimulus or a quietus to their excitement, which more generally proves the former. In addition to this, a cold, drizzling rain fell all day making the cold sensibly felt, following so closely after the excessive warm weather, leaving the very atmosphere a something tempting to the soul of man.
As the twilight was fast deepening into night, and the motley crowd dispersed and turned their heads homeward, an old man attempted to mount a spirited little Mexican, but ere he was fairly on he was hurled to the ground, and the feet of the wild steed inflicted blows which broke his ribs and left a cut in his head. A crowd soon gathered around and he was taken to the Central hotel and placed under the care of Dr. J. D. Bowdoin.
His family, who live two miles in the country, was sent for that night. They remained with him and bestowed the best care that tender affection affords until Monday morning at 6 ½ o'clock, the summons came to "join innumerable caravan," and he entered "his chamber in the silent halls of death." His remains were carried to Cross Roads church, near Cassville, to be buried in the old family graveyard. Mr. Fortenberry was seventy-four years of age and had long been a citizen of the county, beloved by all his neighbors.
The Cartersville Express Cartersville, Georgia 16 Sep 1880, p. 3
"Adairsville"
It is ever with regret that we chronicle sad news, and the news of a painful accident which occurred last Saturday comes in our items this week. Politics had been running high, and as is usually the case on such occasion, men seek a stimulus or a quietus to their excitement, which more generally proves the former. In addition to this, a cold, drizzling rain fell all day making the cold sensibly felt, following so closely after the excessive warm weather, leaving the very atmosphere a something tempting to the soul of man.
As the twilight was fast deepening into night, and the motley crowd dispersed and turned their heads homeward, an old man attempted to mount a spirited little Mexican, but ere he was fairly on he was hurled to the ground, and the feet of the wild steed inflicted blows which broke his ribs and left a cut in his head. A crowd soon gathered around and he was taken to the Central hotel and placed under the care of Dr. J. D. Bowdoin.
His family, who live two miles in the country, was sent for that night. They remained with him and bestowed the best care that tender affection affords until Monday morning at 6 ½ o'clock, the summons came to "join innumerable caravan," and he entered "his chamber in the silent halls of death." His remains were carried to Cross Roads church, near Cassville, to be buried in the old family graveyard. Mr. Fortenberry was seventy-four years of age and had long been a citizen of the county, beloved by all his neighbors.
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