
“The people living on Front street were aroused by the piteous cries of help, from a man in the Ohio river, at midnight, last Saturday night. It proved to be Jacob Herder, a cooper, formerly living in the First Ward, now a resident of Springville, Kentucky. He had attempted to re-cross the river to his home. At a late hour, and about midway of the river, the skiff upset, and Herder was given a bath in the water. He managed to secure a firm hold on the skiff, but as he could not swim, and had lost his oars, he had to go with the current that swept him and the skiff on through the darkness. When near ‘The Point’ some persons living in a little boat went out and rescued Herder from his perilous position. He could not have held out much longer, as he was chilled, his voice husky and faint, and it was some time before a healthy circulation was restored. Jacob will not stay out so late of nights hereafter, and if he does he will give somebody a silver pound to row him over the ferry, rather than trust himself to the task at midnight.”1