The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-03-06

A Brutal Negro Whips His Nephew TO Death
An Attempt To Lynch the Criminal.


An Attempt To Lynch the Criminal.
Greenyio q. c. Special
'Nou want 10 sleep like white folks do YOU"
said John Barnes, a stalWart, able bodied negro,
as he snatchcd his sick little nephew out of bed,
carried him in his arms to post outside. to
which he tied him with u stout rope coed
around his knees, waist and neck. Having thus
pinloned the boy the brute Went back and got
bundle of hickory switches, which he always
kept for purposes of castigaton, and began to
apply them cutting at every blow and eXclaim-
Ing with oaths
You doesn't want to get up, doesn't YOU
I'll make you think there's annudder hurricane
done come"
The boy cried with pain under repeated cuts
of the wltheS, until at last exhausted nature re
fused to give expression. Thinking this ia
vorable time to cXt0rt promises of future early
rising from the boy. Barnes put she question to
him. but the only answer he received was a drop
of the head, as the boy sighed deeply
You won't, won't you" shouted the crragcd
man. taking the action Of the boy as Il negative,
'Oh, you lazy little rascal! You won't get out %
work even If dis Is freedom days. and faster ard
faster the blows fell, cutting into the flesh and
making regular layers, which, as d cross Flow
would sever one end, streamed out like ribbons
of blood. Barnes, maddeued up into frenzy,
seemed to take delight in the falling blows. and,
as fresh string Of flesh was hayed out would
shout out, Xxi, yi how de pieces do GOMEZ
At last the boys neck Strengthened up, his
eyes rolled and his head fell upon his breast with
a feeble sigh, and the brute 5 arm was descending
with another blow when it was caught up by u
negro woman who had stood by him begging
him to stay his bloody work
See dar, you've dun killed your poor sisters
chile
The wretch turned and ran
Other women came on the scene about this
time. and the first one called to them:
Hurry up and unite the boy. | think he's
living But as soon us the last rope cut
the boy fell into her arms dead resting on her
shoulder
KILLED his poor sisters child" was the eiacu-
lation most frequently heard. Several men
came up by this time, attracted by the woman S
lamentations. They counted upon the body 100
separate and distinct cuts. besides many more
which were lost in others previously made
Flesh hung out in strings, and the body felt like
handful Of fshworms to the fingers as men
tried to lift 1t.
At last voice was raised, Where's Barnes"
Hang him. hang him and the Infatuated men,
joined by many others who had now come up
joined in the search for the villain White peo-
pie also took part in the pursuit, and soon cap
tured him. A conflict between the two races was
imminent owing TO the determination of the
negroes to lynch the prisoner at once. He was
taken safely away, however, and is now in An
derson Jail
The boy was a son of Barness sister. Dying
last summer, she gave him into her brothers
charge. The latter has mania for work, declar-
ing that not even a child should remain idle
His cabin in the outskirts Of Townviile, where
the tragedy took place, is surrounded by
crowds of excited blacks, who declare that they
will lynch him yet.