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Death came in the night

“Hey, dig my grave will you!” shouted George Taylor on the afternoon of Aug. 5, 1912 to Edward Noble, Sexton of the Warrensburgh Cemetery, who was at work there when Taylor was passing by. The words were said in a light-hearted jest, but the next morning Noble did the job and assisted in lowering into the grave the terribly mangled body of the jester.

Taylor was trampled to death by a horse in Mrs. Ann Torrence’s barn on Third St.during the night. The man had been employed as hostler at the Agricultural Hotel (now Ashe’s Hotel). He had been there about a year and a half, coming to Warrensburgh from a job in Lake George. He was one of the many good natured, irresponsible characters who float about the country, little to be depended upon, principally because of the use of intoxicants.

Just five days before he died, Taylor went to the pasture after the cows and did not return until Saturday. Landlord Henry Ashe then informed him that forbearance had ceased to be a virtue and discharged him. The man asked permission of Asa Bunker, brother of Mrs. Torrence, who lives with her, to occupy for a few nights a room in the loft of her barn and his request was granted.

Mr. Bunker says that when he locked the barn Monday night Aug. 5, Taylor was all right. When he went to do the chores about 5 o’clock Tuesday morning he found the man’s lifeless body in the box stall with the horse, horribly mangled by the horse’s feet while the animal was cowering in a corner. Taylor was lying face downward with one arm drawn up evidently in an effort to protect his face. The body was cold and stiff showing that he had been dead for several hours. Just how the accident occurred will never be known.

Readers are welcome to contact Adirondack Journal correspondent Jean Hadden at jhadden1@nycap.rr.com or 623-2210.

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