Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1871-07-27
Incidents of the New York Riot.

Incidents of the New York Riot.
The World says: The writer of this
had seen in the early part OF the day,
near Hibernia Hall, in Prince street, n
more than mortal man hi7 frame was
herculean his face not unlike that which
Mirabeau describes rs his own--that of
tiger who had had the smallpox. He
seemed filed with suppressed ferocity
not pleasing to see. lie was the centre
Of no group yet no bystander, interested
or not in what was to be the order of the
day, could help looking at him ms type
of bad and dangerous class. He stuck
out his jaws, twisted his hand about
neryously, and evidently was bursting
for n row. The better sort of men about
Hibernia Hall did not seem to like him,
but another sort afterwards followed him
into Broadway, up which they went,
Later in the day the writer saw the same
man near the ST. Denis Hotel, when the
Orangemen were marching up to their
rendezvous. Again he saw the same
ominous actions, and, looking for re-
suit, saw one when on the heads of his
comrades, for good cause, descended
the policemen's clubs, and where they
fought there they fell, but not the hero,
whose thoughts then were bent on safety.
Still litter the same man was seen urging
crowd up Twenty-sixth street to d.
deeds of valor at Eighth avenue. He
pressed his way to the first ranks there
was volley fired. and the reporter had
the pleasure Of looking ct the dead face
of the bully, shot right III the mouth
and lying in the gutter.
After the storm had passed, its track
was marked by signs ghastly and desc.
lating. At each place where riot had
occurred law had left its mark. Doors,
half-opened to hide some shrinking
wretch who had tried to place them be-
tween himself and the destroyer, re-
NAMED half,opened, with dead body
on the sill. Stairs leading into cellars
were slippery with the blood of those
who had been tumbled headlong down.
For three minutes after the troops had
passed tue street was almost deserted,
and then was filed again by wailing
women rushing about wringing their
hands and screaming for their dead
The rioters had disappeared; their place
was now filed with mourners. With
staring eyes the father sought his son,
and turned with trembling hands each
corpse, if perehance it might be that OF
which he was in search. Houses which
few minutes before had been still and
apparently deserted now poured out
their inmates from every door, for from
each father or son was missing; and as
the warm-hearted hishwoman saw in the
mangled corpse at her feet all that was
left of her husband or her boy, her
wild keening pierced the air, and she sat
down on the ground, covered her face
with her apron, eivinguncontrolled vent
to her sorrow. AT the corner Of Twen-
ty-eighth street, where the firing did its
most terrible work, the sight was unen-
durable.
Here lay o child moaning in its death
agony, and looking piteously at each
one who passed it, as if wondering
when its mother would come and take it
in her arms and carry it home. A man
lay just as he had fallen head first down
cellar, another trampled into shape
less mass in a gutter. Here was the
broken and denied stock of a rifle ten
feet from the man whose head it had
crushed. Not to complete, but to give
terrible meaning to the story, more than
one woman lay dead, with the symbol OF
her unsexed womanhood-.a murderous
weapon in her hand.
Before the mob procession started from
Prince street, there was one person i'll
it, q mere boy, who could not have been
over Is, who made himself conspicuous
by the most violent action and language.
He tlOurished revolver, and vowed the
most fearful oaths that he would have
the blood of al Orangeman before night.
Half frantic with excitement his slender
frame and freckled face We're seen flying
through the crowd as he melted his fell
lows to nets of violence. When the
party started he took his place in front,
and for long way marched by the side
Of his leader with his pistol in his hand.
An hour AFTER the writer OF this came
down the cleared thoroughfare and was
attracted to a crowd ut drug store near
Thirteenth street. Passing through the
knot of bystanders, he came upon the
senseless form Of this boy laid upon
board. His skull was crushed, and the
blood had saturated him from head to
feet. A sorrow-stricken crowd glared at
him.
The saddest sight of all, says the
Ecening Post, was the body OF young
girl, about sixteen years Of age, who
had been shot through the heart 1t is
probable that the child never looked so
pretty in life as she did in death. The
face was in perfect repose, and half
smile played around the lips, as if,
when the death shot struck her, she
had been laughing at the exciting scenes
around her, rejoicing, possibly, at the
prospect of a collision between the mil
itary and the mob.
1t is known that many of the most
desperate ringleaders were shot in the
act of melting their followers to greater
eXertions in the cause of anarchy, and
of the many wounded at Bellevue Hos
pital, great number Of them are hard
looking ruttians. One or two Of them,
whose hurts are less serious than those
of their companions, uttered fearful
threats against the Orapgemen, and
curses against the troops who had pro-
tected them so effectively, swearing to
be avenged on some future occasion.