March 8, 1893
The sad news has just reached us of the drowning of Hayden Porter, of Cromwell, at Evansville, Ind., last week. He was standing watch on a barge and fell in and sank immediately to rise no more. His brother, J. M. Porter, was telegraphed at once and went to Evansville to institute search for the body, but thus far all efforts have failed. Mr. Porter is a son of Martin Porter, deceased, and a nephew of Cols. W. H. and E. O. Porter, of Cromwell. He was a very promising young man about twenty-five years old, sober, energetic and honest, and much loved by a host of friends who will join with his family in mourning so sad a fate for so noble a young man.
Mr. I. H. Porter, of this place, was drowned in the Ohio River at Evansville, the 1st inst. He was in the employ of a Lumber Company there as night-watchman on some loaded barges, and while making his rounds to see if his barges were all right, his feet slipped from under him and he fell in the river. His cries for help soon brought throngs of people to his assistance, but as he could not swim, they were too late. Hayden (as he was familiarly called) had numerous friends here who deeply sympathize with his heartbroken mother, his sister and brothers. At last accounts his body had not yet been found.
November 11, 1894
Drowned at Rockport
About 12 o'clock on the night of the 8th inst., while Owen Fox, Henry Guy and Joe Wiggins, all Echols miners, were crossing the river at Rockport, Ky., their boat sank and Fox was drowned. It seems that in trying to pull his overcoat off, Fox became entangled some way and went to the bottom, although a good swimmer. The others reached the shore in safety. Fox' body was soon found and after an inquest held by Judge Reid, the verdict of which was in accordance with above facts, was buried at Pond Run church. His brother who lives in Birmingham, Ala., was telegraphed for, but for some reason did not come. Mr. Fox was on Englishman, about 55 years of age, and came to this country from Scotland. He came to Echols from the mountains of Kentucky about a year ago. He was of quiet and orderly deportment and his untimely death is deeply regretted by all who knew him. He leaves a wife and no children.
July 25, 1894
A Sad Accident
Last Sunday morning Mr. Willie Kincheloe, accompanied by his brother, went to Rough river to cross at Johnson's Ferry, about three-fourths of a mile above the mouth of Barnett's Creek. Finding the boat on the opposite side, he swam across after it and appeared to reach the boat in safety, but as he tried to reach the top of the gunwale, he was heard to utter some exclamation and immediately sank out of sight. His brother quickly swam across but was too late to be of any assistance, as the man was never seen to rise again.
Quickly going for help, Messrs. A. C. Rowan, Randall Rowan, Sam Ashby and W. M. Johnson were soon at the place. His body was found in about fourteen feet of water, and was soon secured by diving. Every effort was made to resuscitate the drowned man, but all to no avail, as the delay in securing help and recovering the body, although done as quickly as possible, was too long to hope for remaining life. His body was carried to his home, about 1 1/2 miles away, where tender hearts were wrung by bitterest grief at sight of the lifeless form so recently in perfect health. He was a good swimmer and the only theory accounting for the accident is that he was seized with cramp in the cold water.
Mr. Kincheloe was a man 25 years old and lived on the farm of Mr. John Vancleve. He was the son of E. H. and R. E. Kincheloe, of Nelson Creek. He was a devoted Christian and for eight years had been a member of the Baptist church. He was always honest, industrious and upright, well liked by everybody and if he had an enemy, no one knew of it. He leaves a wife to whom he had been married only seven months. The neighborhood is terribly shocked at his sad fate, and the tenderest sympathy is extended to the grief-stricken family. The parents return heartfelt thanks to their neighbors for kindness in this hour of bitter woe and pray God to richly bless them for their ready help. The remains were interred at Pleasant Hill, Monday at 11 a. m., in the presence of a large crowd of sorrowing people.