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the Animas valley and went to a ranch several miles away where he was shearing sheep. When they came back at night they found the house in ashes. The fire probably caught from some embers left in the morning. Mr. Dunagan estimates his loss at about fifteen hundred dollars. For some days D. A. McDougal of Pyramid had been drinking heavily. Wednesday about five oโ€™clock he came out of the mine where he had been working, went to his tent, sat on the edge of the bed, placed the muzzle of a rifle at his temple, pulled the trigger and in an in- stant was beyond suffering. He was buried yes- terday afternoon. Mr. McDougal was born at St. Johns, New Brunswick, about thirty-five years ago. His father was a successful merchant and left him a good business and an intense appetite for liquor. For years he has been sub- ject to periodical spells of dipsomania, and it is owing to this failing he was unable to con- tinue the business left by his father. He came to New Mexico about five years ago with his cousin. Rev. H. J. Furneaux, and lived near here for about two years. He was of a quiet and genial disposition, and was well liked by all who knew him.

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