Eureka daily sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1871-1887, 1876-05-18

Iixan Killed AIeck ShHw-A Rem
fntscence or the Black Hills.
We have before alluded to the killing
OF a man at Custer City by Tom. Mill
gan, formerly Of this place. From the
Kansas City Times we find the follow.
ing full account of the m~atter-the kill.
ing; Toms narrow escape from Judge
Lynch, and,his speedy trial and re.
lease. The article, although somewhat
lengthy. We produce in full, and is as
follows:
The 10th day Of March was the cold.
est day experienced in the Black Hills
during the entire winter. The mer
curry was down to twenty degrees be.
low zero, and was still sinking, while
the snow rolled down in binding. ed.
dying clouds, rendering life put OF
doors almost impossible. The unfor-
tuuates who were encamped in and
about the neighboring gulches, hocked
into the dark, cherries cabins, and
huddled together in shivering groups
about the pitch or pine fires kept up
for the free accommodation of all who
might seek warmth and shelter within
doors. At least thirty men had con
gregated in the most prominent store,
the largest and best in Custer. The
mud floor was rendered muddier by
the thawing of the ice and snow which
dripped in small streams from the
rough wrappings of the cosmopolitan
assemblage.
The store 10 a deserted military bar
racks. a large, low, barn-iike affair,
containing beds, blacksmith's forge,
carpenters bench, bar.room, grocery
and notion store, and reporters desk.
The center Of attraction was the bar.
which was being literally patronized
by the shivering crowd.
A party,uf young men from Salt Lake
and the IN ines OF Nevada, came rushing
into the store, and, with loud. bolster
Gus braggadocia, took possession of the
bar. Ranging themselves In a row in
its front. they called for " some o. that
ar licker." Round after round OF
whisky was poured down, and still
they stood and talked and swore and
laughed. They had just arrived from
| Cheyenne after a twenty days voyage,
and were about to separate and each 20
his own way, some to the north, Others
south, and one or two to remain; and
this was the farewell drunk. For fully
two hours they stood before the bar,
pouring down whisky, and about u
O'Clock started for the door, where
their teams stood shiveriDg in the
storm.
Alexander Shaw and Tom. Milligan
were partners, both from Salt Lake.
both young, rough, but affectionate
friends, just on the point of shaking
hands before parting. They reached
the door and rushed forth, shouting
and yelling like drunken men often
do. Milligan drew his revolver and
fired 1t il The air.
"Fire lower, Tom, or you'll hit some
OF u.s." said a companion.
Too iatel The pistol Was raised
again by the reeling man. There was
a flash. \ report, and Aleck Shaw reeled
aud fell across the threshold OF the
door.
GOOD Godi Tom, what have you
done? Did you shoot Aleck, Tomf"
said one of the party.
mo; he's only possurning, boys"
answered Milligan. ed d-n you,
Aleck, and come and take a drink"
The reckless shooter staggered to the
PROSTATE form, which lay upon its face,
and seizing him by the coat collar,
turned 1t over. A ghastly, s%ickening
sight was presented to view. The pale
face was striped with blood. which was
oozing out of a small hole in the fore
head. The bullet had pierced through
the brain. and had lodged beneath the
skull upon the back of the head. For
= IN the drunken man stared
down into his friends bloody face, then
his countenance assumed a deadly pal
lor, his eyes became fixed with horror.
He WAS sobered. Turning round TO
his Mortified companions he said. ~ he
threw his pistol down; Boys, didn't
20 to do it. I'll swear | didn't mean to
kill him." Then, bursting into tears,
he clssped his hands to his face and
stood sobbing like a child.
"He was the best friend / had in the
world, boys, and / loved him like a
brother. Oh, God. what have I done!
what have l done!"
Lets hang him." suggested some
excitable individual behind the half
sobered group OF Salt Lake men.
mo. no! None o. that ere business
Just yet In Custer. The man must
have a trial." said a citizen, coolly, as
he drew his revolver.
IL arrest you, sir, i'm the mama Of the
citizens OF Custer" said Pete Mckay,
the merchant, and Milligan stood
meekly awaiting the grasp Of the law.
who'll dare to arrest him?" said
one OF The drunken Salt Lakers. "You
let go of him, you Pete Mckay. You've
got M legal authority to arrest him, so
jest take your claws off him or I'll"
"This Is my authority" said Pete
Mckay, drawing his pistol. ~ am a
citizen Of Custer, and intend to turn
tris man over to the City Marshal.
Who dxres to interfere with met"
mo one!" answered one or two of
the bv-standers, and half Q dozen pis-
tolls flashed out from their scabbards,
and for several minutes there VAS an
ominous silence In the group. 1t was
a fine tableau. There lay the victim
Of a drunken rutfian's recklessness,
the brains slowly oozing from the hole
in the forehead. Over him stood the
sabered %rufian, pale and paralyzed
with horror, while pistol in hand stood
the merchant grasping the shoulder OF
the submissive Milligan, behind him a
dozen or more miners, hunters aud
emigrsnts, silently supporting the