Frank T. Wheeler

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Frank T. Wheeler

Birth
Brentwood, Rockingham County, New Hampshire, USA
Death
20 Dec 1875 (aged 31)
Gold Hill, Storey County, Nevada, USA
Burial
Gold Hill, Storey County, Nevada, USA GPS-Latitude: 39.2846233, Longitude: -119.6597759
Plot
Unknown
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Was Born in New Hampshire and came to Nevada in 1870 He Worked in The Yellow Jacket Mine until his Death By Pneumonia on Dec. 20th 1875 at age 31 & 8 Months.
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Yerington Times
23 Dec 1875, Thu · Page 3
The Last Sad Rites - One of the most impressive funeral corteges which has for months followed the dead to its last resting place was that which followed the remains of poor Frank Wheeler to the Gold Hill Cemetery on yesterday afternoon. "Frank" has for years been known hereabouts as stage-driver and teamster for the different stage companies of Nevada and in the employ of "Hank" Blanchard, now running freight teams in this vicinity. "Frank" was universally well liked and many an old and new-found friend paid the last sad tribute to his memory yesterday, as they followed his corpse to its final resting-place. No man lives but has his faults, and the truest mark of manhood is the forgetting of them in a friend who has said his last good-bye to earth. Frank had many friends throughout the West, who will hear of his death in sorrow. May the grass and flowers and the memory of friends be his ever monument.
Was Born in New Hampshire and came to Nevada in 1870 He Worked in The Yellow Jacket Mine until his Death By Pneumonia on Dec. 20th 1875 at age 31 & 8 Months.
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Yerington Times
23 Dec 1875, Thu · Page 3
The Last Sad Rites - One of the most impressive funeral corteges which has for months followed the dead to its last resting place was that which followed the remains of poor Frank Wheeler to the Gold Hill Cemetery on yesterday afternoon. "Frank" has for years been known hereabouts as stage-driver and teamster for the different stage companies of Nevada and in the employ of "Hank" Blanchard, now running freight teams in this vicinity. "Frank" was universally well liked and many an old and new-found friend paid the last sad tribute to his memory yesterday, as they followed his corpse to its final resting-place. No man lives but has his faults, and the truest mark of manhood is the forgetting of them in a friend who has said his last good-bye to earth. Frank had many friends throughout the West, who will hear of his death in sorrow. May the grass and flowers and the memory of friends be his ever monument.