Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1879-09-23
90 back the next load will kill YOU" He
only answered by a tender look.

90 back, the next load will kill you" lie
only answered by a tender look.
LITTLE JoHySIE's DEATH.
Meantime, Clay caught Johnnie in his arms
and ran around behind the corner OF cage
with him, saying, "Bud johnnie, stay here:
I will hold where you were holding. you will
be killed" Cornelia and Overstreet were
now all who we're holding the door. and she
was broken down, the streams of blood run
ming from her face, bits of broken lead from
the striking of the bullets against the sharp
bars rebounding to her face, which was burnt
and backened by the powder-even the inside
Of her Inns was shot full of the burnt powder
her strength was fast failing, and the rush
from the outside was increasing. Rosser was
provided with a fresh gun, and the wretches
from the outside were pressing up and shoot
ing, and fresh guns were handed in by those
below. All this was happening more quickly
than thought can take recognition OF. Inc
door again gave way, and Johnnie, having es-
capped from Clay, ran back just as Rosser had
levelled his gun at my husband, and cried out
oh my father" and rushing between them
stood up in his spirit of self-sacrifice, and
Rosser. with the same Economical spirit he had
manifested all day, stuck the gun to Johnnie
heart and fred both loads into it, the load
going clear through his body and coming out
the other side. When Clay ran off with john
ME. he had happened to have Mr.. McLellan's
run This he placed in my husbands hand.
md with that gun he killed Rosser. | did not
>now Johnnie was dead, but saw Cornelia
ainting, and leaving everything else ran
,nce again my hands through the CRATES OF
the door, and taking hold of my baby girl with
me hand, l stroked her bleeding face. rub
bed it and chafed it TO restore her to ANNA
,t,.,f fall unain s
cried out, my darling" said ''if You are
only my brave daughter little while longer,
maybe we shall save father. There is no time
% faint, my child" Suddenly she sprang to
one side. heard a cry of despair go up from
nv husband. Even then wondered that ne
lad faltered. did not know the significance
the cry. heard Clay and C0rnelia join in it.
Suddenly the crowd surged around us
.'Out of here, let us out" was exclaimed,
| md they all seemed to drop down the stair
way as if by one action, save the two demons
| Who had through all stood on either side OF
ne, urging the throng to more violent crime.
| rhey went partly down and returned. and
| .ach taking foot of Rosser. the murderer,
hey, the murderers, ran down the steps.
| bringing down two or three steps at once,
md dragging him over the bottom of my dress.
have since been told that his brains were
catered all down the steps. The door was
low left open and nothing prevented my en-
rance to my husband. All this, from the time
heard my husband cry out in sorrow, Joined
" Clay and Cornelia. had not occupied, am
sure, two minutes. My husband stood with
the empty gun in his hand, and the language
IS neither written nor spoken that will convey
IN idea of his sorrowful face. sob, my wife,
hey have murdered my boy" he said. Here
met Clay. He g I'VE one piercing cry, and
said, "Oh, mamma Bud Johnnie is dead"
nd here Cornelia, "Oh, mamma, Bud john
lie, poor little Bud Johnnie is killed." She
aid, Here, have carried him here SO they
oud not trample him under foot" l asked
where he was, and followed the children. and
iay God ALWAYS remember what saw
There was my JOhnnic--my darling whom we
ad all been most tender with, because in his
.arly childhood he was more delicate than the
rest-.Johnnie, who had been so gentle and
orbearing that his sister had often said, Bud
Johnnie is so good am afraid he will be i'm
,osed upon, Johnnie, who had fought till
me hand was gone, and then turned his head
md one remaining hand. His arm was
tretched ont; the strip of skin holding the
,and and his burning sleeve, which he had
lever had time to put out, was still burning
t the hole great hole was through his
breast.
LAST SCENES OF THE TRAGEDY.
Now l called to my husband 10 go into
age till could see what to do. The house
vas filed with the smoke of the guns. l ran
Town stairs to see what the mob were at
Cornelia hung to her father. Clay lowered
,ver Johnnie. "Bill" Gully had squatted
Town, with his coat off, and seemed to be
lighting matches. He called to me and said,
ANY of you who want to come out, do so now.
We are going TO burn the house, it is afire
now" l asked him what for; ran back and
,anted to exchange clothes with MI. Chisolm.
begged him once more to hide till could
AIRY Johnnie out to keep him from being
,urned and starting out with Johnnie charg-
d him to stay till could see what to do. /
vent down the the stairway and down the hall
the outer door; then l saw the demons
.oming back with fresh guns, headed by him
Who, in his devilish prOpensities, has put
Satan to shame long since. ! called to Clay
o let us lay Johnnie down and then run back
% his father. / turned and was dismayed to
see him (my husband) coming down holding
a gun in his hand, the breech foremost. Cor.
leIia, nearly fainting, followed with her head
esting on her fathers shoulder, her arm
round his neck, his arm around her waist.
called out, Father, what are you going to
io!" He said, "To take my boy home"
alled 10 MIN 10 go Dack, the mob was return
ing. Cornelia had begged him to come
Town, l afterwards learned, telling him
Bud Johnnie" had died easy - that it
vas better to be shot to death than burned
alive. Just as l turned and saw my
husband, Charlie Rosenpaum passed him
IN the stairs. "Why, Charlie" said he.
are you going to forsake me?" "Well, l
ion't know, Judge, what better we can do
hey say the house is on fire." l ran to the |
DOT Of the stairs, racing with Henry J. Gully, |
Who, was already positive, had shot both |
ir. Gilmer and Mr.. Mcclellan. Getting be- |
ore Gully just had time to slam the door |
md press hard upon it, when the mob sur
ounded the outside door. They need not |
ave thought my husband would run from the |
Whole Of them. Henry Gully looked on me |
18th an angry fury, and put the gun within |
ew inches OF my head, but seeing the crate |
the door ran it through at my husband. |
creamed to him to stoop quick SO he could
ot shoot him in the head. Cornelia jerked |
i'm suddenly down, screaming and begging.
Remember that from her beautiful face, even
rom her lips. the blood was oozing-even
he strings of her bonnet, under her chin, were