Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1870-03-25

been ground to the earth under the heel
of negro military vassalage, and is now
only permitted to enter the edifce which
she made by her own hands, and adorned
and immortalized by her genius and vir-
tue, from its foundation to its pinnacle, as
a captive and slave.
The Vendetta I'm LoutsIana-End Of a
Family Feud
The recent vendetta on etel mer in the
| Black river, near Catah0ula, La, in which
a General Liddell was shot by Colonel
Jones and his two sons, was followed
on the 9th of February by the violent
death OF two of the homicides, tho father
and one son. The New Orleans Times of
March 9Th ann ounces the arrival of the
| youngest son of Colonel Jones in that city,
and gives an account Of his remarkable es-
cape from the party of desperate men who
murdered his father and brother to re.
venge the shooting Of General LiddelI-
Young Jones, @ boy of 10 years, is now
concealed in New Orleans and watched by
the police, as protection against some of
his enemies who are supposed to be still on
his track. The whole story reads more
like tale of the last century than of the
present day. The quarrel is purely fam
lily one OF twenty years standing, and the
most Intense bitterness is shown on each
side. Mrs. Jones is on her way home from
| Europe, and cannot hear of the death of
her husband and son until her arrival
The Times account of the young mans
escape IS as follows
While in the custody OF Sheriff Ballard,
and III the company Of Mr.. Elijah B. Cot
ton and several ladies, the house occupied
by Colonel Jones and his sons, near Har-
risonburg, was completely surrounded by
an armed mob, who, knocking at tie door,
demanded to see the Sheriff. Mr.. Ballard
making his appearance, he was informed
III manner far from violent, but at the
same time with the utmost frmness, that
it was necessary for him and every other
inmate, excepting the three JOneses, to at
once leave the premises. Upon his MAX
ing some demur, the order was repeated
more peremptOrily, and in his closing xe-
marks the leader stated the house would
be burned in the course of few minutes.
There seemed no other alternative, and all
the inmates, excepting the three victims,
quietly left. The house is q tWo-stOry
building, with stairs leading from the rear
to the second floor. Colonel Jones and
his sons were on the ground floor, and af-
ter the departure of the other inmates the
doors were securely fastened. When TIE
contest commenced the three were in a
front room. The father, standing near a
bedstead, rested his wounded left arm on
it, and in his right hand held a revolver
pointed at the portal. The second
son stood Immediately in rear, with two
revolvers pointed in the same direction.
The third son (the one who is now in the
city, was still further back, armed with one
revolver. l.. the brief parley the younger
brother had urged the unhappy little gar
rison to take station up stairs, but the
ether two insisted that if fire was used
that course would only lead to certain de-
struction, and that as death was apparent
ly inevitable all had best meet it boldly.
The youth, however, did not seem dis
posed to give up all hope. and before the
assault had fairly commenced he retreated
through a rear room in the direction of the
staircase. About the time he had placed
his foot on the first step there came ter
rife banging at the door, apparently with
an axe. He was startled with crash; the
door had fallen. A dozen shots in quick
succession, fendish yell, the groan OF
dying man, and the tramp Of heavy foot
steps. Men, like wild beasts maddened
at the sight Of blood, rushed in all direc-
tons. The older son, desperately wound
ed, tottered out to the garden in the rear,
only to have the remnant of life shot out
of him by wretch, revolver in hand, who
stood over him as he lay gasping on the
ground.
The work of carnage was of short dura-
ton; ten minutes completed the butchery
below, and then a rush was made for the
upper story for the one more Victims
beardless boy. While the assailants were
yet on the stairs he sprapg through front
window, where, grasping ledge formed
under the sill, he swung himself out, and
hung suspended. How long he remained
there is told by his hands covered with
blisters, and SO bruised and strained, that
even now they are nearly useless. The
room was speedily filed with men. Torch
es were thrust out almost over his head,
but, thanks to their binding glare, thewic-5
tim hung unseen. They evidently be-
lieyed he had escaped. Parties were even
sent to the river, bat, after stay of per
haps fifteen minutes, the scene of horror
was deserted. The danger for
the moment over, the youth swung
himself back into the room, and
for time lay completely overcome by ex-
haustion. Then came the sad Office of
viewing the bloody corpses of the only two |
he claimed akin within thousands of miles, |
Colonel Jones lay where he had stood, !
pierced by four bullets. He had evidently |
died instantly, receiving every wound from |
the front. The son lay in the garden, also |
quite dead. Remaining perhaps an hour
on the tragic ground, the boy, creeping |
softly to the river, procured pirogue, and
slowly Heated down stream to lower land
ing. Sinking on board the steamer Nav
flower, he found himself in the midst of |
his enemies, fifteen OF them armed with
shot-guns. While standing in bewiIder- |
nent, one man, worthy of the name I'VE |
wish we dared give it), touched him, and |
the two walked toward the engine-room.-I
He was quickly directed to the hold, cou-
pie of bales of cotton Were careIesslv roll |