Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1883-01-05

bells kept their grocery The lead
crS Were picked men. and they Were
followed by some of the most DIES
pcrHtc men in the county. 1t was
Resolved to do no half work this time
but to make Il sure job of it. At a
dead gallop they rushed up to the
house. and III an instant it was sur
rounded.
THE FORTY MEN
Sat on their horses like statues. and
each man with a shotgun in his hand
the hammer raised. finger on trigger
ready for work. In the house was &
family named McMurtry. an old mar
and some small children. The only
other inmates We're Reilly Campbell
and his brother Bud. The leader oil
the mob called out to the McNIurtrys
to leave the house, which they in
stantly did, standing out in tho woods
shiverlng and waiting for what hor
ror they hardly knew. Preparations
We're instantly made by the two mel
in the house for a fight to the death
Quarter was neither asked nor given
The mob opened fire and the
Campbells answered them. Then the
firing became thick and fast. Balls
ratified against the old log cabin like
hail. The two men opened little
port holes and answered as best they
could. A groan and muttered curse
came from the outside, and little
group hurried a man off in their
arms. 1t was Hice johnson, we'll
to do. respectable farmer. He had q
ball through his breast, and bled tC
death out on the road with the pistol
balls flying over his head, singing his
requiem. Then a groan came from
within, and Reilly Campbell fell in
a 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 flash of
an enemy's gun. How long this
wild warfare might have lasted no
man knows. But Buds 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 be-
gan to smell smoke about him. There
was an ominous crackle in the air,
the sound of fire eating at dried
wood. Then he knew the horror of
his fate. The mob had fired the
cabin. Thirty nine men stood ranged
around, just outside, with levelled
guns, waiting for him. Death by
fire within, death by the bullet with
out, which should he choose! The
smoke became denser; he could hard
ly grope around the room. The
blaze was leaping up around him like
a mad wolf. The roof was mass of
fire. Then the door was burst open,
and out of the fire and binding
smoke that man could not breathe,
and live, out of this
VERY MOUTH OF HE'LL,
Staggered man with singed clothes
and grimy face and bleared eyes,
clinging to the end of a gun. TWEEN
ty pistols were levelled at him, but
he fell before the hands that were 80
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 re-
turning from a visit to a neighbor's,
thought they heard mans voice
pleading with some one for mercy.
They were not positive, but thought
the one addressed was called MARY"
The next day the lifeless body Of
Crockett Jenkins was found swing
ing from the limb of a 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 We're all dis
charged, and when Mary went back
home she found a death's-head glar-
ing at her, warning her to leave the
neighborhood. Al! 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 re-
cover from his wound which had be-
gun to trouble him again; her
mother and sister had fled: she was
an outcast and alone. But in spite
Of all this the woman's indom:table
courage never failed her. She went
off to make arrangements about sell
ling some cows, primed and oiled her
pistols, and then wrote defiant notes
to her enemies. On the 29th of Sep
tember she rode over to farmer Hub
BELLS and asked for lodging for the
night. She had her little three year
old child with her. About ten O'Clock
VOICE CALLED
Her to the door. Her usual prudence
seems to have deserted her. She did
not even take her pistol, which for
five years had never left her hand
day or night. She reached the door,
opened it and peered out. The night
was dark and windy. Heavy, rainy
clouds hid everything. and she failed
to see the five men with pistols in
their hands, standing within a few
feet of her. She opened the door
and stepped out. Three strong pairs
of arms reached out from the dark
ness. and in an instant ahe was
whirled away out into the public
road She knew wha; fate was in
store for her, but uttered neither
threats nor entreaty. She said never
a word. but walked along quietly
with her captors. They bound hel
arms and feet, and, tossing her ovel
Il horse as though she were u meal
sack, they joined the mob which was
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