HILL, Edmund J. (Ed / Eddie)

Prescott Journal Miner, Prescott, Arizona Sunday Evening, April 19, 1914, page 1 Ed Hill Is Killed In An Accident Near Jerome Chest Crushed By Machine Seven Passengers are Spilled; Jimmie Fitzgerald Sustains Dislocated Shoulder: Driver White Badly Bruised About Face; Others Escape Injury: Car Turns Turtle Three Times 'Say Good-bye to my mother and sisters. I am alone sorry for them. God.' Remaining conscious to the last moment, Ed Hill, twenty-two years of age, the son of Mrs. Samuel Hill, on of the owners of the Hill Hardware Company, breathed these words to Dr. A. C. Carlson, the physician at his bedside in the Jerome hospital three hours after the unfortunate man was crushed beneath the seven passenger Studebaker which overturned, turning turtle between Jerome and Clarkdale while returning from the baseball gave at Clarkdale shortly after 6 o'clock Sunday night. Hill died at 8:40 o'clock. Word of the awful accident reached here almost a few minutes after the car had left the road and spilled the seven Prescott passengers in all directions. For the period of an hour after the accident occurred, the city was agog with the all important topic of Hill's condition and for a time it was expected that the reports of 'improved condition indicated a chance for recovery. At 8:15 o'clock, Dr. Carlson who was at Hill's bedside from the moment he was brought in, reported that the young man had a fighting chance' but a mighty poor one. The news was received with a sigh of relief by the scores of friends who patiently awaited tidings from the hospital. But fifteen minutes later, the solemn words came over the phone that 'Eddie is dead.' Dr. Carlson realized a few minutes before the end came that death was inevitable and immediately asked Hill whether he had any business transactions he wished to discuss during the last few minutes of his life. 'This is no time for business, doctor,' responded the brave young man, 'just say good-bye to my mother and sisters, I am alone sorry for them. God,' and then his spirit fled to its Maker. Young Hill was conscious from the moment he was picked up with the right side of his chest crushed, until the end came. He never whispered a word or uttered a groan and the grueling struggle was witnessed with amazement by the hospital attendants who stood close by. The look of agony on Hill's face alone told the tale of his awful suffering. The courage of the young man in the face of almost certain death, amazed the physician who made herculean efforts to save his life. Hill was a man of sturdy constitution and this fact added in the hope that he might after all pull through. The end, however, came suddenly.