Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1882-07-08

| He ioiloWlnS verses Gulteau
chanted in sad, doleful style, afte.
he had finished his prayer. He wrote
them this morning about 10 clock
am going to the Loriy
am so glad!
am going to the Lordy.
am glad
ain going 10 the I.ordy,
Glory, hallelujahi
! am going to the I.ordy;
love the Lordy with all my SOUL
Glory hallelujah
ana that is the reason am going to the Lord
Glory. hallelujsh!
ain going to the Lord.
Here Guiteau's voice failed. and
he bowed his head and broke into
sobs; but he rallied little and went
on with his chant:
saved my party and my land;
Glory halleluiah,
hu' they nave murdered me for it, and that Ia the
reason am going to the Lordy;
Glory, hallolujah
] wonder what will see when / uct 10 the Lord =;
| expect to meet with SPLENDID things beyond ali
earthiy conception when am with the Lordy
Glory, halleujah!
Kalslng his voice to the highest
pitch that he could command:
Glory hall..lujsh am going to the Lordl
This closed the chant. Rev. DR..
Hicks gave Guiteau his final benedic-
ton and farewell, saying: ''God, the
Father, be with thee, and give the
peace forcvermore. There were
about 900 people in front Of the Jail.
1t his preaching had been striking,
his praying was intensely dramatic.
His bound arms gave him no opportu-
nifty for gestures, but his flashing
eyes, the determined set OF the law.
his words Kissed from between his
clenched teeth, and the swaying of
the body, made up for the absence of
other movements. Each sentence was
an act in itself alone. He was defiant
IN every feature of his face and in his
words.
lie heaved forward and Kissed out
his pronunciation Of those he called
his murdcrcrs, with face full of
hatred
''tather, | tremble for the fate Of
my murderers,' he read, and he
turned his eyes up as if appealing to
the God he blasphemed. Again, al
luding to the diabolical spirit of this
nation, its government, and its news
papers, his face wore look of incffa
bic hatred.
lie exulted on the retribution which
he declared would fall on his murder
ers with a smile of hatred, and as he
screamed forth: This nation will 90
down in blood, and my murdcrers will
go to help he stamped his foot and
made a gesture with his head down.
ward that was impressive in spite of
tho fact that half the number of spec
tators believed him to be acting part.
But the climax Of his passion was
reached when he spoke of the COW.
ardiee of the man whom he made
President of the United States. In
surrendering him to his fate, his eyes
elared and his face flushed as he
turned his invectisc upon President
Arthur, and denounced his trcach
cry, and fell from the sublime to the
ridiculous, and from these passion
ate uttcranees, this fury which,
though acted, would have best car
ried him through, Guiteau descend.
ed to the dcmean II of 4 fool, AMI
canting, hypocrtical fool at that.
While the spectators were hanging
on his words Of scathing denuncia-
ton Of the President of the Ameri-
can people, he announced that he was
aboat to read a poem composed by
him this morning, and which, lie cx-
planned, was intended to initiate the
prattling of a dying child
Guiteau whincd and cried, aad al
most completely broke down while
the spectators listened with smiles
on their faces and exchanged jocular
comments.
Guiteau finished his poem.
Bob Strong slipped f1rward on the
trap and Guitean followed him, and
the pinioning of his legs began. lie
seemed to take great deal of inter
est in this proceeding, and. looking