The Vancouver independent. (Vancouver, W.T. [Wash.]) 1875-1910, 1882-11-23

SINUS anu S8llOpeu Dack lnuO tOWu. lu1b
created another tempest of excitement,
and the next day mob was got together
to exterminate the Campbells. The rob-
bling had continued without intermission
and did much to infame the people. The
next night forty men armed to the teeth,
with masks on their faces and hatred in
their hearts, swept down the road toward
the little log cabin where the Campbells
kept their grocery. The leaders were
picked men, and were followed by some
Of the most desperate men in the county.
Tt was resolved to do no half way work
this time, but to make sure thing of it.
At dead gallop they rushed up to the
house, and in an instant it was sur
rounded.
THE FORTY MEN --s..
Sat on their horses like statues. and each
man with shotgun in his hand. the
hammer raised, finger on trigger, ready
for work. In the house was family
named McMurtry, an old man and some
small children. The only other inmates
we're Reilly Campbell and his brother
Bud. The leader of the mob called, out
to the McMurtrys to leave the house,
which they instantly did, standing ont in
the woods shivering and waiting for
what horror they hardly knew. Pre-
partitions were instantly made by the
two men in the house for fight 70 the
death. Quarter was neither asked nor
given. The mob opened fire and the
Campbells answered them. Then the
firing came fierce and fast. Balls ratified
against the walls of the old log cabin
like hail. The two men opened little
portfolios and answered as best they
could. A groan and muttered curse
came from the outside, and little group
hurried man off in their arms. 1t was
Hice johnson, a we'll to-do respect
able farmer. He had ball through his
breast, and bled to death out on the road
with the pistol-balls flying over his head,
singing his requiem. Then groan
came from within, and Reilly Campbell
fell in q pool of blood at his brothers
feet-a corpse. But Bud stood to his
guns, doggedly firing away into the
night whenever he saw the fash of an
enemy's gun. How long this wild war
fare might have lasted no man knows.
But Butts ammunition gave out, and his
shots became less frequent. The mob
closed in on him. Thirty-nine to one
surely it was madness to resist longer.
Bud did resist, however, and barricading
doors and windows, he stood ready with
a dubbed gun in his hand to defend his
life to the last. Suddenly he began to
smell smoke about him. There was
smoke around him, and it seemed issuing
from everywhere. There was an omin-
ous crackle in the air, the sound of fire
eating away at dried wood. Then he
knew the horror of his fate. The mob
had fred the cabin. Thirty-nine men
stood ranged around, just outside, with
levelled guns, waiting for him. Death
by fire within, death by bullet without,
which would he choose? The smoke be-
came denser; he could hardly grope
around the room. The blaze was leaping
up around him like mad wolf. The
roof was a mass of fire. Then the door
was burst open, and out of the fire and
the binding smoke that man could not
breathe and live. ont of this.
VERY MOUTH OF HE'LL.
Staggered man with singed clothes and
grimy face and bleared eyes, clinging to
the end of gun. Twenty pistols were
leveled at him, but he fell before the
hands that were SO anxious to pull the
triggers could move. A dozen men
gathered about him. bound him hand
and foot, and, dazed and half dead as he
was, dragged him down into the woods.
A rope was quickly brought, and as the
smoke of the burning cabin foated
through the trees it touched and moved
the dangling body of Bud Campbell.
A night or SO later, some men return
ing from q visit to neighbours, thought
they heard mans voice pleading with
some one for mercy. They we're not
positive, but thought the one addressed
was called MARY" The next day the
lifeless body of Crockett jenkins was
found swinging from the limb of great
oak at the top of tall hill. The moral
proof that Mary Sullivan committed the
crime. assisted by her mother and sister,
seems to be conclusive; but there was no
positive proof. And SO when Mary and
her mother and sister we're arrested,
nothing could be done to them. They
were all discharged, and when Mary
went back home she found death g. head
notices glazing at her, warning her to
leave the neighborhood. All the rest Of
her friends were either dead or wounded
or had left. Bud Campbell was dead;
Reilly Campbell was dead; Crockett
Jenkins was dead; her brother Tom had
gone away to recover from his wound,
which had begun to trouble him again;
her mother and sister had fed; she was
an outcast and alone. But in spite Of all
this the woman's indomitabIe courage
never failed her. She went Of to mako
arran oeme o. mis- ahout selling somo cowa