Transcribed, courtesy and permission granted by the writer, "George White",Twillingate Sun, tidbits of the "History of Newfoundland 1894 ENJOY! Old Fashioned Winters=1894 "Our Ancestors and their 'Old Fashioned Winters' ". The people of Newfoundland are passing through what is commonly called "an old fashioned winter." Why it is so designated, we can hardly explain, except on the supposition that at this season, and years ago, the weather was much more severe that we of the present quarter of the nineteenth century are wont to experience. In spite of the terrible death rate here in St. John's there still exist in our midst, a few venerable octogenarians in the possession of sound physical and mental facilities. In conversation with those "sacred relics of by-gone days," as James Russell LOWELL calls them, we are sometimes astonished at the tales they tell of Newfoundland winters in the early part of the century. Snow storms of a week's duration each, we are told, were then matters of common occurrence, while drifts assumed the proportions of small mountains and the thermometer went down to twenty-five and thirty below zero. Fancy the horrors of a Newfoundland winter in those days, in loosely-built houses, with large, open chimneys, the only heat, in most cases, being the limited quantity derived from piles of burning wood, artistically arranged on ancient Drudish contrivances, commonly called "dog irons". Such were some of the circumstances in which our forefathers lived and moved and had their vigorous being. Nevertheless, in these very conditions, they developed a sturdy manhood and a dauntless disposition, which made them at once the finest seamen, and the most hospitable people on the face of the earth. They scoured the wintry sea in their small 20 ton vessels, in the face of Arctic ice and terrific gales, and successfully prosecuted the seal fishery, while the voyage of 300 or 400 miles to Labrador, every spring, often without the aid of compass or chart, was undertaken with less concern than present-day marines evince in making a trip to Cape St. Francis. -- Evening Telegram. Murder "MURDERED!! "A Cold Blooded Crime. Brained With An Iron Bar." This morning the community awoke to learn the startling information that a brutal murder had been committed last evening. It was discovered last night, too late to be known by any but very few people. The victim of the crime is the old man well known in the city as William McCARTHY. It was committed with a hollow iron bar, like a section of gas pipe, and the motive was apparently robbery. The murderer is not yet caught, but was seen by residents near McCARTHY's house, leave it about 9:30 last night, and a pretty accurate description of him is in the hands of the police by this time. The old man McCARTHY, familiarly known as "Billy", was a well-known figure in this city. He was an aged, miserly individual, nearly 80 years old, and not over appreciated in the community, as he was remarkable for hardness of heart, and exacted his pound of flesh in his dealing with everyone he had to do with. Yet with all his faults one can scarcely help a feeling of regret at his violent and unprepared death, for he lived hard, and the few years yet remaining to him might have sufficed to better prepare him for the great hereafter. He was his own worst enemy and bitterly has he paid for it. He carried on business as a junk dealer, and lived in a house in Springdale Street, one of a number of tenements belonging to him. He was a hard landlord, always in trouble with his tenants, and constantly at law with them, and it may be found that wrongs of this character had something to do with his killing. As gleaned from various sources, the story of the crime is as follows: Shortly after midday he sent the girl WALSH home, saying he was going our for a while. Very soon after, he purchased a quantity of old lead, metal, etc., from a man who brought it to his door. Among the stuff, strange to say, was the very bar with which he was killed. The man who sold the things is variously described, but all agree that he was tall and middle-aged and resembled the man who is thought to have done the deed. The bargain concluded, the man left and shortly after, it was observed that McCARTHY's door was closed and his window blinds let down. The neighbours had not seen him leave, but did not generally pay much attention to his movements. The girl WALSH came several times and tried to get in, but found the door locked, and after tea made enquiries for him at the police station. During the afternoon and night not a sound was heard from the old man's quarters; all the neighbours are unanimous in agreement that no disturbance or noise of any kind occurred. About [9:30 pm ?] Mrs. [DILLON ?] next door, heard a slight noise in McCARTHY's and then heard the door slam. She knocked at the partition and called out, but got no answer. Then she went to her door, and saw a man leave McCARTHY's and walk quickly up Springdale St. towards Flower Hill. She and the other neighbours, who were about, describe him as being a tall man, of florid complexion, with a long overcoat and a soft high cap with a peak. A closer view of him could not be obtained he walked so rapidly. Having her suspicions aroused by the strange circumstance, she went to McCARTHY's door and found it open. She looked in but saw nothing, and then another young woman got a lamp and they both entered his house. When they got inside the door the lamplight revealed a pool of blood on the floor, and being frightened they left immediately and sent word for the police. An examination of the house was made and soon revealed the motive. In his bedroom was a chest or trunk, the key in the lock. Raising the cover they found a canvas bag in which he kept his money. It was empty and a thorough search failed to discover any money or valuables in the place. As he was known to have had money there that day, the only conclusion is that the murderer had robbed him. The question then arises, "Who was the Murderer?". And the answer must undoubtedly be, "The man who came out of the house about 9:30." And with this, the mysterious character of the affair becomes visible. No one had entered the house from early in the afternoon. It was locked the several times the girl tried the door, and the blind was down. He could not well have entered during the afternoon without neighbours seeing him, the window was not tampered with, and the back door from the outhouse has not been opened the winter, and shows not a solitary track in the snow. The theory of the police is that he obtained entrance, with the old man after midday, waited a favorable moment and killed him, then took the body by the heels and dragged it from the place he struck it down to the passage in the rear, where it would be out of the way, and then proceeded to ransack the place and make himself comfortable till after nightfall, when he could make his escape with comparative safety. This displayed a daring and a cold-bloodedness which stamps the murderer as a man of no ordinary ability and nerve, and places his crime in a category far above the few similar tragedies with which unfortunately, we have been visited. The astonishing fact, however, is that no noise was heard at all, for it seems incredible that the necessary movements of the criminal could have been made unnoticed. The police are on the alert this morning, following up the clues they have obtained and they expect to make an arrest this evening. Meanwhile the body lies in the Morgue, and when a post mortem examination has been held, will be interred. It is to be sincerely hoped that the murderer will not escape, for such a disgraceful blot on our fair name demands that the utmost exertions should be put forward to hunt him down, and mete him out his just deserts when captured. Right here we would advise the police to watch the "Grand Lake", sailing to-night, and all outgoing trains and steamers for some time to come. -- Evening Herald, Jan. 30 Part 2 to follow: