George A. Cowles - Death

Death

George A. Cowles died November 26, 1887 in his room at San Diego's then premier Florence Hotel, succumbing after two weeks to an intestinal ailment. He had just completed the railway negotiations, an effort that some had said hastened his death. After a fine and well attended funeral at a church in the new downtown San Diego, Cowles was buried in the El Cajon valley. Two years later his remains were moved to the Mount Hope Cemetery.

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