The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1879-09-18

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husband had already received several shots. anG
was now shot once more, this time in the hip.
My daughter received in ali five shots. in the
| calf of the leg, one in the heel one in the arm,
| and her arm was shattered, for I heard the
rattle of the bones when / tied up her arm
with d handkerchief. Her face was streaming
with blood. We paused there, and the crowd
withdrew. She went to the door to ask for
| help, and some one shot her in the leg. She
ran back and told me OF it, and cautioned her
not to go to the door again. Some help came
in, and we carried Mr.. Chisolm home. 7 carry
ing his head, Clay, our son. his limbs, and the
| aid his arms. On cur way some men came
after us, aud Corneia held up her bleeding
arm and pleaded for help. e~a $50 /
But no help came to the heroic girl.
Her brother was dead. Her father
died. The mob threatened to exter-
inmate the rest of the family. She lin
gered along for fortnight, bearing her
pain with Spartan fortitude, and died a
death as exalted and heroic as any of
the Christian martyrs. In all the rec
ords of personal courage, nothing is
grander, nothing more infinitely touch
ing and beautiful, than the picture of
this weak, slight girl clinging to her
father to shield him from the bullets of
the savages. and bidding the blood
thirsty towards to kill her, but save her
precious papa" It is picture which
should challenge the admiration of
man wherever courage and flial devo.
ton are respected. It is a picture
which should be tenderly cherished By
every true woman as the highest type
of love and self-abnegation. It is
picture which fastens a stain of dis
grace upon the State of Mississippi
nothing can ever remove-a stain of
cowardice, of crime, and of browning
infamy. The defense weakly sought to
break down this story of the heart
broken mother by attempting to prove
that the brave girls death was caused
by an operation, but failed in the at
tempt. All the subsequent testimony
confirmed her narrative to the smallest
particular.
If this trial were held in a civilized
community there would be no doubt as
to it's result. The cowardly murderer
would promptly expiate his crime upon
the scaffold, and his very memory would
be execrated. But Mississippi is not
civilized community. Roaming gangs
of ruffians administer laws to suit their
own infamous purposes. Courts are
held in contempt. Justice was long ago
strangled. The mob holds sway and
enforces it's edicts with the shotgun,
and men, women, and children are alike
it's prey. The Modocs of the lava-beds
or the Thugs of India would have
stopped to admire the courage of the
little girl Cornelia as she inter
posed her slight form between
her father and his murderers, but Mis-,
sissippi chivalry spared neither woman
nor child. There is no precedent
in the recent history of Missis-
sippi justice that bids us hope the
wretch Gully will ever be convicted, or,
if he is convicted, that he will be pun
ished. The jury that should convict
him or the Judge that should sentence
him would not be safe for twenty four
hours. There is not justice enough left
in Mississippi to convict this murderer.
There is not manliness enough left in
Mississippi to avenge the murder of an
innocent, helpless girl, who was guilty
OF no ofense except trying TO eavo her
father from the assaults of a blood
thirsty MOB.