St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1879-10-03


longer, may be we will save father.
There is no time to faint my child, /"
Suddenly she sprang to one side. L
heard cry of despair go up from my
husband. Even then wondered that
he had faltered. l did not know the
significance of the cry. l heard Clay and
COrnelia join in it.
Suddenly the crowd surged around
us. .'Out of here, let us out" was ex-
claimed, and they all seemed to drop
down the stairway as 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 foot of Rosser, the muir
derers ran down the stairs, sprlnging
down two or three steps at once, drag
ging 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 to my husband.
All this-from the time l heard my hus-
band cry out in sorrow, Joined by 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 or
spoken that will convey an idea of his
sorrowful face. "Oh my wife they have
murdered my boy !" he said. Here l
met Clay. He gave one piercing cry
and said "Oh mamma, Bud Johnnie is
dead,n and here Cornelia T"Oh, mann
ma, Bud Johnnie, poor little Bud john
eie is killed." She said: "Here, l have
carried him here so they could not
trample him under foot.n asked where
he was, and followed the children, and
may God always remember what saw.
There was my JOhnnie-my darling
whom we had all been most tender
with, because in his early childhood he
was more delicate than the rest-JOhn-
ME, who had been SO, gentle and for
bearing that his sister had often said,
"Bud Johnnie is so good, l am afraid
he will be imposed upOn"-Johnnie,
who had fought till one hand was gone
and then turned his head and one re-
naming hand. His arm was stretched
out; the strip of skin holding the 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. .. .-r .
Immediately after this, one of the
false guards inside set fire to the Jail,
and the Chisolms were compelled to go
out. Taking the body of little Johnnie
they went down the stairs, but the
crowd had again gathered, Henry Gull
ly being foremost. Mrs. Chisolm drew
the door together, shutting the rest in
side. Gully thrust his rifle through the
CRATE, and Cornelia, with her arm
around her father, endeavored to save
his life, by expostulatiOn and 0y self
sacrifice, but Gully put the gun to her
arm, and pulling the trigger, put the
whole load of balls into her arm. Here
again let Mrs. Chisolm relate what fol-
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My husband pressed against the door,
calling to me to let him out. always
did as he told me. He passed out.
Gully discharged the other load in my
husbands hip. The boy who had been
active in handling guns all day was
ready at his elbow with another. l
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.. Chisolm wavered
from side to side, almost having to bal
ance himself with his hands. There
were some goods back in the hall. 1
cried to Mr.. ChisOlm to get behind
them. "Phil" Gully ran out of a side
room with a heavy stick he was in the
habit of carrying, and seeing that Mr..
Chisolm could barely hold himself up,
ran to strike him down with his club.
sprang forward and asked him what
he was going to do, but before he could
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hip, and "BOb" Mosely, shooting from
the steps, put one load in that made the
largest hole of all. My husband sever
al times said to me afterward, as he put
his hand on his leg, that that wound
was the one that was killing him. l
can't tell how many wounds were NOR
tai. He was wounded in all the inter
nal organs. He fell, and the mob re-
treated. l fell down over him. Of
course l was covered with blood, bat
not my own-the blood of husband and
children. Said my husband: "My
whole family are murdered; you and
Clay are covered with blood Johnnie
dead, Cornelia killed q, but, precious
wife, if any of my children should live,
tell them l died an innocent man
their father never harbored a thought
or did deed for which they need blush.
die for my country, and because |
would be free man and republican"
COrnelia fell over him, and he, kiss
ing her, said ''My poor baby, you are
killed." 'No am not, papa" she said.
Eyes, daughter, you are shot in your
ARM Gam /, papa 2" And this was
the first she knew, though heavy gold
bracelet had been severed and driven
through her arm. She arose., and Clay
his knees. | ran to the door and asked
if there was a man in the town who
would help me carry my husband home
telling them they had killed Johnnie
and my husband, and shot Cornelia to
death, and could not take them all. l
saw body of men coming, and ran
back to him. Bill Gully was ahead this
time to shoot what he thought another
dead man, but / snatched the gun that
had fallen from Mr.. Chisolm's hands,
and raising it, stood between him and
the mob. The idea that there was even
that much to meet him frightened Bill
Gully, and for moment he stopped,
but he raised his gun and shot both
barrels at me without effect. l fired my
gun back at him, and afterward heard
filled his breast with powder. The
guard then ran off in haste, and Cor
nelia went to the door. There was not
half inch of her face, may say, that
was not oozing with blood, and cut
with fragments of balls and burnt black
with the grains of powder which were
in her skin, and afterwards taken out
by the surgeon She raised her right
arm, from which blood ran in two
streams which looked as large as her
finger. She said piteously: "Won't