"Hummingbird" - Norman Kaufman

Humming assassin


Regognized by Richard McCaskey as Norman Kaufman, fellow soldier at WWI.

“Hummingbird” was only assassin that escaped from Union station at 23rd December 1926, after shooting and killing Billy McCaskey and Michael Shannon. He also wounded Richard McCaskey and took his wife Joanne McCaskey as hostage. Later Joanna was found from Better Days motel, room number 13 her throat slit.

It is also suspected that “Hummingbird” is a chameleon, judging by suspected spottings of him entering Shane Blacks hospital room, disguised as hospital personnel and findings of shaven hair from drain in the motel room at Better Days, pointing to fact that he has changed his appearance at least once after shootout at Union Station.

At new years eve man humming the “O death” hymn, signature of the killer, seemingly shot man suspected to be Shane Black and setting fire that burned down both himself and building working as Chalky White’s distillery. Colt .45 used to murder Michael Shannon and razor used to slit throat of Joanne McCaskey were found from the ruins from his carcass.


O, Death. O, Death.
Won’t you spare me over ’til another year?

Well, what is this that I can’t see
With ice cold hands takin’ hold of me.
When God is gone, and the Devil takes hold,
Lord have mercy on your soul.
Well I am death, none can excel
I’ll open the door to heaven or hell.
‘O, death, someone would pray
’Could you wait to call me another day?’
The children prayed, the preacher preached
Time and mercy is out of your reach.
I’ll fix your feet ‘til you can’t walk.
I’ll lock your jaw ‘til you can’t talk.
I’ll close your eyes so you can’t see
This very hour come and go with me.
I’m death I come, to take the soul
Leave the body and leave it cold.
To draw the flesh off of the frame,
Dirt and worm both have a claim.

O, Death. O, Death.
Won’t you spare me over til another year?

My mother came to my bed
Placed a cold towel upon my head.
My head is warm, my feet are cold
Death is a-movin’ upon my soul.
Oh death how you’re treatin’ me
You’ve close my eyes so I can’t see.
Well you’re hurtin’ my body
You make me cold
You run my life right outta my soul.
Oh death please consider my age,
Please don’t take me at this stage.
My wealth is all at your command
If you will move your icy hand.
Oh the old, the young, the rich or poor
All alike to me, you know.
No wealth, no land, no silver no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul.

O, Death. O, Death.
Won’t you spare me over ’til another year?

"Hummingbird" - Norman Kaufman

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