A Solitary Death in the Harbor

During low tide yesterday afternoon, a couple of boys while paddling around the skiff between the City Dock and the coal wharf, saw the face of a man lying on the bottom of the bay with his arms extended heavenward. They at once reported their discovery to the officers who had the body towed ashore. Coroner Root, after viewing the corpse, ordered it hauled to O. O. Denny's undertaking establishment. It proved to be the body of a northern Indian, well dressed, who had evidently fallen overboard from the Ancon or Olympia during the present month, probably as an employee. In his pockets were found three flasks filled with whiskey, a pocket knife, a number of checks on an order for $10, and several letters, one of which was dated at Sitka, Alaska, and addressed to a man at Port Angeles. One of the letters was addressed to Mr. Jackson, which was undoubtedly the name of the deceased. It purported to be from an old sweetheart whom he had jilted, or something of that sort, or who, in a fit of jealousy, had sent him a most sarcastic letter, stating that she had always heard that he was no good, but had been loth to believe it until the present time, when she began to realize that he never had been. She then thanked him for sending her certain sums of money he had presented to her, but not one cent of which she had received. After several score more sharp shots she closed the epistle. This letter Jackson carried in an inside coat pocket next to his heart. The deceased was apparently about 30 years of age. He had the appearance of having been in the water but a short time. He was without money or friends; the body is at the morgue and will be buried today at the expense of King county.