V\ Hi gang! Back in Louisville ready to start back to Phoenix to pick up the motor home and head for the Pacific Northwest. We are going to try to be back in Taulbee Country in late September or Early October. If not, then sometime next year. It depends upon what we find in the Northwest. As I told you earlier our list cousin Janet, one of our founding members, has advanced ovarian cancer, so we must wait and see. The counties of Wolfe, Breathitt, and Powell, the ones we got to, have to be some of the most beautiful in the country. Thanks to our list cousin Bill, we were able to link up with someone who could tell us about the way it used to be, we were able to correct and add a bit to Rose’s book, and have a plan for the next time we come down. Also got a plan to speed up the presentation of additions and corrections to her book from all the information we have received. I am finally getting back into this. The Inn in Jackson is very nice and well located. And Bill, thanks for the maps and I enjoyed talking to your sister on the phone. I find that my stamina is still not what I would like to be able to run around all day, but it is getting there. Here is the next installment of the deathwatch the Louisville Courier-Journal kept over William Preston Taulbee. To me this is the more interesting part of genealogy, not listing names of ancestors, but seeing how they talked, thought, and dealt with situations. I cannot imagine Kincaid ever walking away from this today. SLOWLY EBBING AWAY ----- The Light of the Day Turning to Darkness For Mr. Taulbee. ----- The Ex-Congressman Thought to Be Surely Sinking By His Friends. ----- Washington, March 9. Ex Congressman Taulbee continues to grow more and more feeble, and his hold on life more and more precarious. He is worse tonight than he was yesterday, and death may come before morning. His recovery now would be almost miraculous. ------ SLOWLY BUT SURELY SINKING ------ Mr. Taulbee’s Friends Give Up All Hope and Say He is About to Die. ------ Washington, March 9. – (Special)- Your correspondent called at the Providence Hospital late this evening to inquire into the condition of Mr. Taulbee. He sent his card to Dr. Taulbee, a brother of the wounded man. In a few minutes that gentleman came down to the reception room, looking pale, haggard and distressed, having lost a great deal of sleep by his constant attendance upon his brother, and worry of mind incident thereto. “Doctor, how is your brother this evening?” He replied with a choked voice, “My brother is worse. I am sure he is slowly but surely sinking.” “Is he still delirious?” “Yes, and constantly growing weaker. I have no hopes. His life is fast ebbing away.” Here the brother of the ex-Congressman broke down and he returned to the sick room. The opinion at the hospital was that Mr. Taulbee could not survive longer than to-morrow and that he might die at any moment. Mr. Kincaid has nerved himself up to face what now looks like the inevitable. He is still at liberty; but is kept under strict police surveillance. He is closely watched and followed wherever he goes, four special detectives having been detailed for that duty. Mr. Kincaid has never entertained a thought of getting away, of that of course to authorities have no knowledge and prefer to take no chances.