The Sumter watchman. [volume] (Sumterville, S.C.) 1855-1881, 1871-07-19

THEY ARE ASSAULTED BY THE MOB
Street With Terrible Eject.
THE STREETS RUN WITH BLOOD!
FIFTY KILLED AND ONE HUNDRED
WOUNDED.
The New York papers contain vivid
aud interesting descriptions of the
terrible riot in that city on Wednesday:
Observed, the point Of attraction for
all the multitude were the Oraugemen
themselves. At the rate in which the
procession set out they were Lot more
than a minute or tvo passing any given
point. At their head road Marshal
johnson, n fne specimen Of the North-
ern Irishman, raw boped, erect martial
looking man, we'll dressed, with proud
but quiet bearing; aud he it was who
received the vilest execrations Of the
crowd on the sidewalks. ali the other
Orangemen we're afoot, aud most of
them we're plainly dressed, and soue
shabbily dressed; laboriug looking
men some gray and feeble, who sp
pcarcd to have passed their three scores.
and none Of them paid any attention
whatever to the outories on the right
or the lett; but walked straight Oh,
keeping time to the music. There
were several boys and some children
among these people, wearing the yellow
sashcs and rosettes OF their order, ard
most of :hem grasped hands as they
passed along.
Noticeable in this group was on old
man to;tering along quite feebly. whose
left haud held the wrist of a child not
more than twelve years Of age, aud the
child in turn supported on the other
eide secoud old II an, whose lef: hand
laid hold ola second youth. They
looked very ~uch Ike procession Of
Sunday. school children, parents, and
teachers, going to some picnic OF a
summer day.
THE SPECTACLE ON THE ROUTE.
The windows aud roofs Of the houses
in the vicinity we're occupied by people
overlooking these preparations. The
approach Of the t.ocps had been greeted
with faint cheering from some quarters,
heard lcude>t when the 22d loaded their
pieces with ball and cartridge !. but
sullen stiffness generally prevailed. The
very air seemed oppressed with sense
of impending bloodshed The Orange
men we're pale, though determined.
Officers Of police and of militia fastened
to and fro, regulating the movement Of
the forces, showing as they did so
couciousness that serious wcrk was be-
fore them.
DESCRIPTION OF THE FIGHT.
A reporter (etationed to watch the
proccssiOn) says the first stone was
thrown at The procession BY a frantic old
woman. lie gives very vivid descrlp-
tiou Of the Ere from the ranks upon the
mob, which had been provoked By
several shots. The head Of the procession
had passed the Grand Opera House, aud
turned little away into 2Sd street,
where it met very different sort Of re-
ception-ladies and men fiom the hand
some dwellings on either side waving
their Laudkerchiefs, aOd cheering the
bcleaguered beings who had just passed
through the valley aud the shadow in
quitting Sth avenue for more respec-
table highway. At the instant of the
halt volleys Of stones aud the scattering
sound Of pistols redoubled. Nearly
everybody Of common prudence had
already soush. safety by retiring. The
tall horseman at the head of the Orange
procession turned about aad rode the
whole length of the line, taking off his
ha, and quietly wiping his brow mean
time. lie was the subject Of admiration
for all who we're not euveuomcd, and
these luoked upon him with deeper hate
than ever. lie vas struck With violence
in the shoulder by an old shoe; but
paying no attention to this matter, he
wheeled his horse, aud resumed his
place at the head Of his line.
In moment the scene Of the parade
was changed 20 fearful battle field
The multitude, riugleaders and all, took
to their heels, white with fear, and
rushed up the cross streets, leapiug into
cellars aud unfinished houses, crowd.ng
behind ioo,steps, or falling fat on their
faces in the cutters. The street and
pavement were Uttered here and there
with 1ead bodies If nea and women,
some Of whom had fallen with out
stretched hands in the stiff performance
of Immediate death while others, utter
me low moans, clcnched at the warm
stones aud gazed in helpless asoAy for
relief. Blood trickled everywhere. A
uan was >eeu leaning from second
story window in the act of.vomiting
blood. Purple streams flowed from his
nose and forehead, and ran in rill to
The curbsroue. Then. after little
pause. the music struck up again from
the different bands, and the whole pro-
ces>ion. leaving its dead still On the
street. marched in the direction Of
Madison Square.
A few of the mob had slipped away
before the firing of,his yoliey, resolving