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THE
WAUPACA COUNTY REPUBLICAN October 3, 1878 Last Saturday evening at
about 8 o’clock an assault with the possible double intent to kill and commit a
robbery upon his bank, was made upon Mr. H. C. Mead. He went out the back door of his bank to cover up a pile of
lumber near Browne & Bump’s office, which had been opened during the day,
and as he was going back into his office, some one who had doubtless witnessed
his actions, and had secreted himself near the door, struck him a heavy blow
with some hard substance, inflicting a serious injury on his head, near the
left temple. Mr. Mead did not see the
man, and heard nothing. All he knows
about it is the blow, which he says sounded to him like the discharge of a
musket, and finally recovering consciousness, he found himself leaning up
against a tree to which he had staggered back, ten or twelve feet from the
door. He was completely dazed, and it
was some time before he gained control of his senses sufficient to know which
way to go. He got around to the street
after a while, and walked down as far as Benlick’s market, where he sat down
upon the steps. He was soon discovered
by Mr. Nordvi, who procured a light and assistance, and went around to the
scene of Mr. Mead’s hard luck. Nothing
of the coward who assaulted him was seen.
The back door of the bank was still open, but there was no evidence of
it having been entered. An ugly gash
was found to be cut in Mead’s head, and the doctor thought the bone was
fractured. He has a hard looking eye to
show for it all. The theory is that some one who had in view the robbery
of the bank was on the lookout for an opportunity, saw Mr. Mead go out, and
quickly laid his plans. When the blow
was struck, Mr. Mead must have staggered back and out into the light reflected
from the Episcopal church window, and this doubtless the reason why the
assaulting party did not follow up his advantage, get Mr. Mead into his power,
and draw him into the bank, where he would have had everything his own way, and
with time enough to go through the safe unmolested. |