The imposing George Inn has stood on Weymouth’s quayside for centuries in one form or another, way back to the 17th c.
Wealthy businessman Sir Samuel Mico had purchased the George Tavern in the 17th c for use as his residence when he came to Weymouth to see to business matters, many of his trading ships came into what was then a very busy trading port.
When he died he left the building to the town of Weymouth, along with a large sun of money, £500, to be used for the preaching of an annual sermon in the local church. He stipulated that the money was also to be used towards the binding out of three poor children apprentices, and not forgetting the sailors who toiled so he could trade overseas he deemed that some of the money should go towards the relief of ‘ten poor decayed seamen of the town’ namely those who aged 60 and upwards.
That charity is still going strong in the town to this very day.
But that’s not what this tale is about.
It concerns the sad story of one of the residents of the pub further up through history of the building.
In 1879 forty two year William James Hines and his wife Sarah, also forty two were living in the George Inn on Weymouth’s quayside, along with their large family.
William was a Hampshire born man, but had moved to the Weymouth area with his family to start a new life working as a licensed victualler. By the 1881 they were living and working at the George Inn on the bustling harbourside.
Move along to September 1879 and their whole world was about to be turned upside down.
Dad William had just purchased himself a second hand gun, a fowling piece, he fancied a spot of hunting.
For some unknown reason, William handed this gun to one of his young sons, 15-year-old William to take upstairs. Of course, you can only guess at whats coming next, knowing young boys propensity for getting up to mischief.
William, or Willie as he was known in the family carried the gun upstairs, and hearing his younger siblings happily playing in the bedroom sprang into the room brandishing the gun at his little brother declaring ” I will shoot you Bertie.”
William jumped up onto the bed, carrying on with what seemed at first like a jolly ruse, he carefully put the cap on the gun, pointed it towards the ceiling, was just about to pull the trigger, when suddenly he lost his balance, stumbled and fell to the floor. Dropping the gun on the floor as he fell, an almighty explosion and smoke filled the tiny room.
Nine year old Bertie, or to give him his full name, Albert Issac was stood in the wrong place at the wrong time…the shot went straight through his neck, its merciless course ripping out the skin ,muscles, and tissues on its route. Bertie dropped to the floor, dead in an instant.
Mum Sarah, working downstairs heard the explosion and the hysterical screams of her children upstairs. running up them two at a time, fear in her heart, she opened the door to a room out of Dante’s hell. Bertie lay dead on the floor, blood and skin splattered the walls. Little Florence, only aged 7 at the time was besides herself, as was William who began to realise the enormity and horror of what had just happened. Over and over again he cried out “I have shot Bertie; I did not try to do it.” unable to comprehend how in a mere second, his life could have turned into a living hell.
The following Monday an inquest was held at the Guildhall under the watchful eye of Mr Giles Symonds.
The parents and children were called to give their sorrowful evidence before the court.
Willie’s story differed to that of his younger sister, he claimed that he had been stood on the bed, but the gun had accidentally gone off, knocking him to the floor. In the chaos of the horrific incident it’s often hard to recall facts, but despite this, the Coroner had no doubt…there was one man to blame for this, and one man only…the father!
The jury retired for 1/2 hour, and returned with their verdict on the death of Albert Issac Hines ,” That the deceased met his death by the explosion of a gun, through proper precautions not having been taken.”
The body of little Albert Issac Hines was lowered in to the cold earth on the 24th September in the graveyard at Wyke Regis.
For his siblings and parents, the memories of that dreadful day could not be quite so easily buried.
http://www.weymouth-dorset.co.uk/melcombeharbour.html (history of the buildings on the harbourside)
http://www.weymouth-town-charities.org.uk/mico.html (Sir Samuel Mico)
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