Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1879-10-01

side. | feard cry of despair 20 up
/ from my husband. Eveu then wondered
that he had filtered. l did not know the
significance of the cry. heard Clay and
Cornelia join in it.
! Suddenly the crowd surged around U.S.
/ Out of here, let us out, was exclaimed,
and they all seemed to drop down the
/ Stairway rs if by one action, save the two
demons who had through all stood on
either side of me, urging the throng to
more violent crime. They went partly
down and returned, and, each taking a
foot of Rosser, tho murderers ran down
the steps, sprnging down two or three
steps at once, and dragging him over the
bottom of my dress. have since been
told that his brains were scattered all
down the steps. The door was now left
open and nothing prevented my entrance
10 my husband. All this-from the time
| heard my husband cry out in sorrow,
joined by Clay and Cornelia-had not oc-
cupled, am sure, two minutes. My nus
band stood with tho empty gun in his
hand, and the language is neither written
nor spoken that will convey au idea of his
sorrowful face. 'Oh my wife, they have
murdered my boyr he said. Here l met
Clay. lie gave one piercing cry and said
Oh, mamma, BUD johnnie is dead and
here Cornelia; Oh, mamma, Bud John
ME. poor little Johnnie is killed. She
said: Here, have carried him here so
they could not trample him under foot
| asked where he was, and followed the
children, and may God always remember
what | saw. There was my Johnnie-my
II ri in ,rybp h,I III
der with, because in his early childhood
he was more delicate than the rest
Johnnie, who had been so gentle and for
bearing that his sister had often said, Bud
Johnnie is so good, am afraid he will be
imposed upon'-Johnnie, who had fought
till one hand was gone and then turned
his head and one remaining hand. His
arm was stretched OUT the strip of skin
holding tho hand and his burning sleeve,
which he had never had time TO put out,
was still burning at the hole; great hole
was through his breast"
Immediately after this, one of the false
guards inside set fire to the Jail, and the
Chisolms were compelled to 90 out. TAX
ing the body of little Johnnie they went
down the stairs, but the crowd had again
gathered, Henry Gully being foremost.
Mrs. Chisom drew the door together,
shutting the rest inside. Gully thrust his
rifle through the CRATE, and Corneia, with
her arm around her father, endeavored to
save his life, by expostulation and by self
sacrifice, but Gully put the gun to her
arm, and palling the trigger, put the
whole load of balls into her arm. Here
again let Mrs. Chisolm relate what fol-
lowed:
My husband pressed against the door,
calling to me to let him out. always
did rs he told me. He passed out. Gully
discharged the other load in my husbands s
hip. The boy who had been active in
handling guns all day was ready at his
elbow with another. | tried to keep il
from Gnlly, but could not. Gully at once
discharged both loads into my husbands S
body and ran back to the door. Mr.. CHS.
olm wavered from side to side, almost
having to balance himself with his hands
There were some goods back in the hall
| cried to Mr.. Chisolm to get behind them
Phil Gully ran out of a side poom with a
heavy stick he was in the habit of carry
ing, and seeing that Mr.. Chisolm could
barely hold himself up, ran to strike him
down with his club. l sprang forward
and asked him what he was going to do
nuI bUNlo ho vuulu stIiho duny pu
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 tt
me afterward, rs he put his hanC
on his leg, that that wound was the ont
that was killing him. | can't tell how
many wounds were mortal He wa
wounded in all the internal organs. HI
fell, and the mob rctreated. | fell dowr
over him. Of course | was covered will
blood, but not my own-the blood of hus
band and children. Said my husband
My whole family are murdered you ant
Clay are covered with blood; johnnie
dead, Cornela killed; but. precious wife
if any of my children should live, tel
them died an innocent man; their fathe
never harbored Il thought or did deet
for which they need blush. | die for m
country, and because l would be II fre
! man and republican,
Cornelia fell over him, and he, kissin!
her said: My poor baby. you are killed
No | am not, papa she said. 'YeI
daughter, you are shot in your arm' AN
I, papap And this was the first she knew
though heavy gold bracelet had bee
severed and driven through her arm Sh
arose, and Clay sank down, taking hi
fathers head on his knees. l ran to tn
door and asked if there was q man in tn
town who would help me carry my hus
band home-telling them they had kile
Johnnie and my husband and shot Cornc
| a. 4 7 4 4. 4 III
| saw a body of men coming, and ra
back to him. Bill Gully was ahead thi
time to shoot what he thought anothe
dead man, but | snatched the gun that ha
i fallen from Mr.. Chisolm's hands, On
raising it, stood between him and the mol
The idea that there was even that much t
meet him frightened Bill Gully, and for
e moment he stopped, but he raised his gu
and shot both barrels at me without effec
G fired my gun back at him, and afterwar
: heard filled his breast with powder. Th
guard then ran off in haste, and Cornell
4 went to the door. There was not ha
u inch of her face, may say, that was NJ
q oozing with blood, and cut with fragment
. of balls and burnt black with tho grair
o of powder which were in her skin an
g afterwards taken out by the surgeon. Sh
raised her right arm, from which bloc
1t ran in two streams which looked rs lare
J. as her finger. She said piteously: Won
:, somebody help mamma carry poor par
q home? You have killed him. You hav
/ killed Bud Johnnie, and mamma can
v carry both;' and, said she, showing hi
G arm, am so shot l can't help her
a Just as she had begun speaking, anotht
Il division of Kemper's best citizens cam
u running up and when my daughter con
> to this point, five or six guns were d
G charged at her, taking effect in her rigl
; ; leg and heel, and literally ridding h,
IL dress. She turned TO me where | WI
., bending over her father and said: Man
u ma, they have shot me in the leg th
time" called TO her without daring
! leave my husband, My darling bah,
e keep out of the door, the next shot wi
c kill you-and my little child, you wi
n have to walk home mother cannot carr
l. father, Bud Johnnie and you.' Peck
h Vanderender afterward Dragged that h
had put one load of lead into that girl"
, This ended the tragedy and afterwart
: Judge Chsolm and Cornclia died of the
d wounds. Henry Gully has just been trie
l. for the murder nf Cornnlin and tho iurv