Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-03-10
The Massacre ofthe Mil..

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murders of the century. On the evening
of August 25th, Gustav Tunger, the mil
liz of Vogelsberg, was smoking his after
supper pipe in front Of his mill. 1t was
quite dark, but the mill was still busy,
for heavy stock OF corn had to be
ground up, and the clatter of the machln-
cry echoed far out on the GREATNESS
summer night. Through this commo-
ton the miller fancled he could DIS
tinguish some one calling him from be-
hind his garden hedge, and approaching
the barrier he found be was not deceived.
Two men were standing on the other side
of the hedge, but before he could quest
ion them the muzzle OF a rifle was set
against his forehead, and bullet went
crashing through his brain. AS he fell,
stone dead, his limp fngure was caught,
dragged over the hedge, and thrown into
drain which intersected the potato
field from which the assassins had fired
the fatal shot. His body had been scarce.
ly thus disposed of, when the figure OF
the murdered mans workman, Ernest
ReinLardt appeared in the door OF the
mill. One of the murderers called HIM.
ssWhat do you want? Who IS lt!"
demanded the workman.
IS Mr. Tunger, come here; have found
something" was the reply.
Utterly unconscious, keinhardt called
to his masters son, lad of sixteen to
have an eve to the mill, and obeyed the
fatal summons. AS be reached the hedge
two shots were fired, and he, too, fell a
corpse, The assassins then went syste-
matically to work to rob the bodies, re-
moving even the shoes from their feet, |
and rihing their pockets Of everything |
they contained From Relnhardts ears
even couple Of almost valuless earrings
were violently torn. This task completed
they dug a shallow grave under the ledge
with spade which had been left there
by workman that day, and tossed their
victims in. After filing the grave and
neatly levelling the earth over it, they
advanced to the mill. Just as they set
foot on the lower step, young Tunger
came to the door. In the darkness he
mistook the figures for those of his father
and Rcihardt, and asked:
"What have you been doing?'
This" responded one Of the miscerc-
ants, firing in his face.
The lad staggered back with shattered
jaw, and moment later, was beaten down
and literally pounded to death upon the
Threshold His mother and little sister
the latter a child of nine, were in one OF
the bedrooms. The sound of the shots
attracted the attention Of the little one,
who said to her mother:
:SWhat noise is that?"
II do not know child, responded
Madame Tunger eco and see."
The child sprang to obey, and ran into
one of the scoundrels in the dark passage
outside the bedroom door.
1T is you, then papa!" she cried.
skill the accursed brat" responded a
deep voice, swhilc l attend to the old
woman"
The girl was seized and thrust into a
room whose door was locked on her, and,
crouching there in the darkness, she heard
the sounds of terrlable contest in the
next apartment. 1t was the struggle for
life of her mother Fierce and frjghtful
was the struggle. After firing three shots
into her, the assassins found the woman still
clinging to life with tho tenacity Of de-
SPAR, and one Of them struck her over the
head The force of the stroke beat the
unfortunate woman down on her knees.
Then the girl heard her give one great
shrek, and the silence was only broken
further by the muttered curses of the
1t was the humping OF their rife stocks,
out Madame Tunger's brains. In spite of
her fright, the child preserved her pres
of mind, and appreciated the necessity
of identifying the murderers. In the par
tition Of plank which separated the room
in which size was prisoner, from the
one in which her mother had met her
H. 1 L. o.l
however, that it was only by standing on
chair, placed on the bed, that she could
reach it. Through it she saw the men
plunderlng the room. Three thousand
thalers which her father kept in a bureau
were taken. Then one Of the sheets was
removed from the bed and every article
of value about thrown into it.
The miller's new Sunday suit, a heavy
petticoat his wife had on, evena pair of
shoes were thrown into the heap, and
then made into a large bundle. One man
at last took up. this bundle and stumbled
off under it, while the other, after break
ing some furniture and piling it into
pyramid in the centre of the room threw
the kerosene lamp into it, and withou
waiting to see if it would burn, went out
The lamp only burst, showering rain O
burning oil over the bedstead, which tool
fire, but was too hard to continue burning
long The house filled with smoke, new
ertheless, and the child beating helplessl,
at the door of her prison, wodld have IN
doubtedly suffocated but Of her Owl
ready wit and bravery. Finding it i'm
possible to open the door, she manage
to smash the lock away with an iron bal
which was used to secure it on the inside
and wrapping herself in blanket sh
fought her way through the smoke int
the open air.
The murderers had dragged the bodie
of her mother and brother toa woodshe
alongside of the mill door, and afte
throwing them in had fired the structure
The flames of this confagration swep
across the doorway in sheet Of fire, br
the intrepid child rushed through it wit
no further injury than a few burns, an
made her way up the little valley i
which the mill lay, to the village shou