The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1879-10-01
n. J., WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER /, 1879.

uhder ioot. asked where he was, and fol-
lowed the children, aud may God always re-
member what saw. There was my Johnnie
my darling whom we had all been most
tender with, because in his early childhood he
had been SO gentle and forbearing that his
sister had often said, Bud johnnie is so
good, am afraid he will be imposed upon y
Johnnie, who had fought till one hand was
gone and and then turned his head and one
remaining hand His arm was stretched out
burning sleeve, which he had never had time
to put out, was still burning at the hole a
great hole was through his breast.
LAST SCENES OF THE TRAGEDY.
Now I called to my husband to go into a
cage till could see what to do. The house
was filed with the smoke of the guns. ran
down stairs to see what the mob were at
Cornelia hung to her father. Clay lowered
over Johnnie. "Bill Gully had squatted
down, 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" | asked him what for ran
back and wanted to exchange clothes with
Mr.. Chisholm. l begged him once more to
hide till could carry Johnnie out to keep him
from being burned, and starting out with
johnnie charged him to stay till could see
what to do. | went down the stairway and
down the hall to the outer door; then l saw
the demons coming back with fresh guns,
headed by him who, in his devilish propensi-
ties, has put Satan to shame long since. l
called to Clay to let us lay johnnie down and
then run back to his father l turned and
was dismayed to see him (my husband) COM
ing down holding gun in his hand, the
breeeh foremost, Cornelia, nearly fainting,
followed with her head resting on her fathers
shoulder, her arm around his neck, his arm
around her waist. called out, Father,
what are you going to do?n He said, ITO
take my boy home." called to him to go
back, the mob was returning. Cornelia had
begged him to come down, afterward learn
ed, telling him Bud Johnnie " had died
easy-that it was better to be shot to death
my husband, Charlie Rosenbaum passed him
on the stairs. "Why, Charlie" said he
are you going to forsake me?" " Well, |
don't know, Judge what better can we do;
they say the house is on fire." | ran to the
foot of the stairs, racing with Henry J. Gully,
who, was already positive, had shot both
Mr.. Gilmer and Mr.. Mcclellan. Getting be-
fore Gully had just time to slam the door
and press hard against it, when the mob sur
rounded the outside door, They need not
have thought my husband would run from the
whole of them Henry Gully looked on me
with an angry fury, and put the gun within
few inches of my head, but seeing the CRATE
in the door, ran it through at my husband
screamed to HIM to stoop quick SO he could
not shoot him in the head. Cornelia jerked
him suddenly down, screaming and begging.
Remember that from her beautiful face, even
from her lips, the blood was oozing--evcn the
strings of her bonnet, under the chin, were
shot in two. Mr.. Chisholm had no chance to
turn his loaded gun. He called, " Let me up,
daughter" and raising himself, met within a
few inches the gun. My daughter cried out ::
"Don't shoot my papa, my good papa, who
never did any harm, but has been good all the
days of his life. Oh II you must have more
blood, kill ME l can't live without my papa"
The old demon turned the muzzle--she had
her pretty, soft, round, white arm around her
fathers neck and pressed her whole person
before him. Gully put the gun to her arm,
and pulling the trigger, put the whole load Of
balls into her arm. My husband pressed
against the door, calling to me to let him out
always did as he told riie. He passed out
Gully discharged the other load in my hus-
bands hip. The boy who had been active IN
handling guns all day was ready at his elbow
with another. tried to keep it from Gully,
but could not. Gully at once discharged both
loads into my husbands body and ran back to
the door. Mr.. Chisholm wavered from side
to side, almost having to balance himself with
his hands. There were some goods back in
the hail. cried to Mr.. Chisholm to get be-
hind them. Phil Gully ran out of side room
with heavy stick he was in the habit of car
flying; and seeing that Mr.. Chisholm could
barely support himself, ran to strike him down
\ WIN Blo SiuOs oPihhk i0t "oiA ohu hohUs
him what he was going to do, but before lie
could strike, Gully put another load into his
hip, and Bob Mosely, shooting from the steps,
put one load in, that made the largest hole of
all. My husband several times said to me af-
t,rgard. as he put his hand on his leg, that
that wotind was the one that was killing him.
/ can't tell how many wounds were mortal.
He was wounded in all of the internal organs
He fell, and the mob retreated. fell down
over him. OF course was covered with blood,
but not my own--the blood Of my husband
and children. Said my husband g My whole
family are murdered you and Clay are COW
cred with blood johnnie dead, Corneia kill.
ed but, precious wife, if any Of my children
should live, ten them die an innocent man
their father never harbored thought or did
deed for which they need blush. die fol
my country, and because would be freeman
and a Republican"
Cornelia fell over him. and be, kissing hel
said, MY poor baby, you are killed" enc
am not, papa" said She eyes, daughter
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