Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-08-17


casins. and heavy chains on his ankles and
wrists; a very prominent nose, a flashing, ugly
black eye, d fearless, daredevil face, and
broad sombrero, made up picture that would
do for the frontispiece of Ned Buntline's blood-
lest yarn. 1t was first rumored that he was one
of the Benders, but Sheriff Rankin, who had
him in CHARGE told me, after the train had
started and the prisoner had been chained to
the iron foot-rail of his seat, that he was
'BIG-NosED GEORGE"
or George Parrot who had been badly wanted
in several of the territories for long time
past. 1t appeared that two years before Sec
ton man on the track in tho mountains, near
Carbon City, Colorado, discovered that a rail
had been loosened by train robbers, and tied
to a telegraph wire. he immediately gave
the alarm, the danger was averted, and Deputy
Sheriffs Widdeford and Tip Vincent went after
the gang, who were secreted in pass in the
mountains. The two did not return, and after
some time party went to look for them, only
to find their dead bodies in the pass, with
seventeen bullets in then. Their horse, and
guns were gone. Several months afterward
Dutch Charley, Unknown desperado, ap
peared at Green river, riding Widdeford's gray
mare, the brand on the horse being unmistak
able. "Big-Nosed George" was with him,
and carried
TIP VINCENT 8 RIFLE,
the piece being also well known from the fact
that it was presented to Vincent by Sir John
Reid, in consideration of Tips services as scout
while Reid was over here. The two men were
indicted for murder: and Sheriff Rankin went
after them. Dutch Charley he caught first,
and brought him back there, and on his way to
Rawllns the miners at Carbon, who were warm
friends of the murdered men, jumped on the
train, took out Dutch Charley and hanged him,
ali in about ten minutes. Big-Nosed George
had just been caught up in Miles City, Mon
tana, by Rankin and a deputy United States
marshal, and Rankin was taking him to Raw
Inns for trial. 1 thought nothing more of the
excitement among the train men and local res
idents. Finally big brakeman came up to
me and asked me if would not send dis
patch for him on to Carbon to
LET THE BOYS KNOW
that Big Nosed George was on the train, so that
they could fix him like they did Charley I
did not want any such invitation to go from
me- so be tried several others. Whether he
succeeded in getting it sent or not did not
then know, but when we ran into Carbon,
about II o'clock that night, l had not the
slightest doubt of it. The prisoner was in the
car forward of the sleeper, the sheriff with
him. Judge Mcfarland and l, not knowing
what would turn up, went in and sat down on
the other side. Most of the passengers were
asleep in their seats. The train slowed down
as it ran into the station. Everything was
quiet until it had nearly stopped, and then the
devil was to pay generally. In second the
car was
SURROUNDED BY MOB
of three hundred men, their faces covered with
bags, handkerchiefs, or pillow-cases with eye
holes cut in them. Every mothers son had a
knife, pistol, or revolver. Four of them
leaped ON the engine and, putting revolvers to
the heads of the fireman and engineer, politely
requested them to wait few minutes. About
twenty of them sent the forward door of the
car in with crash, and crowded-ra down
the aisle. The awakened and frightened pas
sengers, not knowing what was up. forgot the
aisle and scrambled over the backs of their
seats, falling down underneath and hiding.
One woman screamed franticaily, and ran into
the sleeper, shrieking for some one to save her
children. One man jumped up, threw his arms
around his wife, and held her, nearly squeezing
the life out of her, all the time. Meanwhile
the masked miners,
PISTOLS AND SHOT. GUNS
in hand, crowded down the aisle and Jumped
over seats to get at Big George. The moment
they entered the big brakeman / spoke of
jumped ON Sheriff Rankin, grabbed him around
the waist, and threw him bodily ON top of Nc
Farland, holding him there by the throat with
one hand while he held long navy revolver at
his head with the other. The prisoner fought
like tiger. He was terribly powerful man,
and once in the scuffle he got revolver away
from one of the miners ami nearly got it dis
charged before it was wrenohed from his men,
acled hands. They tore, wrestled, and thrashed
around until they got
ROPE AROUND HIS NECK,
and were yanking him when they found he was
chained to the foot-rail. A yell went mp for
bar. A man came running in with one in r few
minutes, and they pried the rail up bodily, and
then it seemed with almost one jerk they pulled
the man out of the car to the ground. Drag
ging and carrying him along, the whole masked
mob then went on bodily for a quarter of q
mile to cattle coral, in which there was a
small shanty with scantling projecting out in
front. 1t was clear, starlight night, and as
the crowd pressed through the gate one man
with gunny-sack mask and big revolver
counted off lone, two, three" etc., up to
twelve, and pulled them one side as a jury.
There was no trial, however. They threw the
rope over the beam, and asked him if he would
confess. He refused, and
UP HE WENT.
He hung there, choking and twisting, for few
seconds, and then they lowered him again, and
be said he would confess. The crowd was i'm
patient and kept yelling: Hang him, anyhow,'
and the man began to talk. He rubbed his
neck, loosened the knot, checked, and straight
ened his windpipe, and then, in logged, ugly
tone said: There were six of us. We were
in the pass when Widdeford and Tip Vincent
came IN, and hid in the rocks. They were close
on to us, but Vincent says, guess our stock
amt here NO says Widdeford, we're close
on EN-. Look at that fire. At that we all
opened fire. and they all went down. Then
we shot some more bullets into 'eu, and finish
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OF his accomplices, but they have slipped my
memory-all but one-Sim Wand. When he
had finished there was
DIVISION OF THE CROWD.
Some insisted on hanging him, and Others
wanted to give him back to the sheriff, he
had confessed Just then squirt of steam
came from the engine and the train began to
move cut, the four men who were guarding
the engine having come up to see the hanging
crowd ran for the engine, armed with rifles
and pistols, and yelled in chorus, Stop that
train, G. d. her. The train stopped, aud
picking up the prisoner bodily, they ran with
him to the train, tossed him like a log on the
platform and we left amid chorus of wild
yells. The only sufferers we're Big-rosed
George and Judge Mcfarland, who had bis
spectGcles broken when the sheriff landed on
him. George was taken to a seat
COOL AND GAMEY,
but very stiff-necked. The first performance
was that of an army officer, who handed the
prisoner flask of whisky, which he nearly
emptied. He talked coolly about tie affair,
and told Sheriff Rankin that if he had q revo.- |
yer, he would have piled 'em up in the car as
long as the shots lasted. Rankin telegraphed
on to Rawlins for four deputies, who met him |
at the depot, and the prisoner was taken away
by them. What became of him afterward |
don't know
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