The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1877-08-03

ers, and, us IL was getting uncomfortably
hot, the latter opened fire IN real earnest,
sending bullets right into the mob. The
crowd yelled and continued hurting their
missiles as they gradually retreated. On
getting back, they endeavored TO rally
but without success. Some of the Archer
desperate, and to properly provide them
selves with arms broke into hardware
store. They were dispersed by the
prompt arrival of squad of policemen,
numbering twenty men, from the Twenty
second street station, under command OF
Sergt. Arch, but the main mob continued
its fighting. The ringleaders were gamey,
and appealed to the rioters to stand up
and fight like men.
I" Let us give them HI" "We are
enough for them," "They can't stand it
long," were frequent expressions, but
only few responded, as most of them
had determined to wait until the peelers
got ON the south side of the bridge, when
they proposed to make it warm for them.
The policemen were quite distance
north OF the bridge, and as the crowd
sailed forth to hurl stone or stick at
them or fire revolver, they would re-
spond with volley of bullets At this
junctrce, the bridge was turned on the
fighters by the bridge-tender, and this
fact, together with the appearance OF
the policemen from the Twenty-second
street station, completely demoralized
the brave bruisers of Bridgeport and
the stock-yard butchers. They took to
their heels and scampered in every di-
rection. A few jumped over into lum-
Der yard, large number struck lively
gait down the railroad tracks, and the
majority beat an inglorious retreat down
the various streets. For two hours after
this precipitate flight, the several by
streets leading to the stock yards were
thronged with squads of men bent on
getting home at the earliest possible mo-
ment No band of Indians ever returned
to the agencies more meekly and sub
dued than did these men return to the
oderiferous town of Lake. They had
had enough of gunpowder and were to-
tally crestfallen. Their return was quite
in contrast with their departure. The
latter was marked with all the pomp of a
glorious campaign; the former with all
the evidence of signal and effective de-
feat. The more boisterous members of
the gang were the first to turn tail to fire
and stink away to secure hiding-place.
The men they coaxed into the battle line
stood their ground well, but were unable
to cope with a squad of policemen we'll
trained and handled. The shots
fired by the policemen struck right and
left, and, judging from the manner in
which men hobbled away, quite num-
Der were wounded. There were three
fatally shot. Johnny Weinert, young
boy about 10 years of age, was shot
through the breast and instantly killed.
He was employed in one of the packing
houses at the stock yards, but lived with
his parents at Bridgeport, on the corner
of McGregor and Stewart streets He
had no connection with the mob, but was
merely looking on. Wallace, son Of
James Wallace, of the stock yards, was
shot in the body and died before he
could be taken to the hospital. Another
party, whose name could not be learned,
was shot through the lungs. He was
taken to No. 653 Archer avenue, and re-
ports had it that he died shortly after
being carried home. After the skirmish
the street was exceedingly quiet, and no
large crowd dared to gather at any one
place.
The days casualties amounted to
twelve rioters killed and over twenty
wounded, while of officers there were
four seriously and many slightly
wounded