The Cincinnati Daily Star

A Toledo Man Falls Over a Precipice at Niagara.
[From the Toledo Blade.]
A Toledo excursion party visited Niagara on Sunday. Among them was Hermann Weigel. About 4:30 in the afternoon Mr. Weigel, his wife, and a number of others were standing on the brow of the hill, just above the Clifton house, on the Canadian side. At the point where they were standing there was a sheer fall of something more than eighty feet from the ground to the river banks.
Mr. Weigel was standing very close to the edge, looking down to the river below. His wife stood just behind him, and had hold of his coat. She was frightened at the manner in which he stood, and telling him not to stand so close to the edge gently pulled his coat to have him come back. Mr. W. replied that she need not be afraid; he was all right and would not fall, at the same time giving a little jerk to get his coat out of his wife's hands. That jerk was too much: he lost his balance and fell headlong over that frightful precipice striking on the sharp rocks, eighty feet below. For an instant the little group was dumb. Not a thing could be done so horrified were they at the dreadful calamity.
Finally one of them mustered up courage enough to look over the bank, and he saw the unfortunate man lying on the rocky shore beneath. The news of the accident spread like wildfire, and in a few minutes the bank was crowded with people. Just then Patrolman Dan Sullivan, who was with the party, came up, and hearing what had happened, started at once to get the remains before they were carried off by the water. With the assistance of a gentleman who resides at the falls, Dan. started on his dangerous trip down the precipice, which was as perpendicular as a wall. Here he could put his foot on a piece of shelving rock, there he caught a little shrub, and once he dropped about four feet into a small sapling, which bent with his weight. Above him stood the friends with bated breath, expecting every minute to see him dashed to pieces by the rock. But slowly and steadily the intrepid officer, who knows not what fear is, descended until he reached the bottom.
Only a short distance from the water's edge was all that remained of Hermann Weigel, who but a few minutes before was alive and well. It seems that when he fell he struck his head upon a sharply pointed stone, which crushed his skull and killed him instantly. The body was fearfully bruised and mangled.