The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1884-04-18
The Mob's Wounded and Dead.
From a Cincinnati Letter

A peculiar sight on the streets to-day Is the
number of women to be seen. They are
everywhere. Last night and the night efore
they tell me the women were in the thickest
of the fight, not TO urge the men on, but i'm
pelled by curiosity and anxious to see the
fighting. The people Indignantly charge
that most of those who were killed were in
offensive. They were merely spectators.
From all accounts the troops fred hastily
and in many instances killed wantonly.
There is but one command given, Fall back
If this is not obeyed the soldiers fire. In
most cases the command cannot be obeyed.
The vast throng behind push those In front
forward to certain death. The universal
feeling Is against the militia, they certainly
have given the people hearty hatred for all
troops, and what effect this may Ultimately
have no man knows. Cincinnati seems to
have to 60 back to original elements.
VISIT TO THE HOSPITAL
Is a sad sight. Forty-six wounded were
brought here last night, and all day long
crowds of anxious men and women poured
into the hospital to identify their friends and
relatives. All the wards were crowded, and
glance through them showed Q most
heart.rendering state Of affairs. Men with
their heads torn open, with gaping wounds
In arms and legs, with red holes in their
sides, were being dressed and attended TO-.
The air was full of shrieks and groans.
noticed one boy particularly. He could
not have been over twenty, and handsome,
manly fellow he was. His lips were tightly
clenched, his large brown eyes were wide
open, great beads Of perspir alton stood out
ON his pale face, and his brown, curly hair
lay in damp masses over his brow. He cast
. piteous glance at me as I passed. I could
not help stopping and asking: ....
"Well, my dear boy, what can I do for
you?" ..... ........
He threw the bad clothes aside and show
cd bloody hole in his thigh where q bali
had entered.
"Get them to Hx this" he whispered.
Then his teeth clenched and spasm of agony
swept over his face. "Nerciful God, tell
them 10 kill me; I can't stand this"
l sent q surgeon to the boy and walked on.
Lying on the next bed was q middle.aged
man In his death agonies. His wife sat on
one side of the bed with his hand In hers,
soothing him In low tone; his daughter
stood at the foot weeping bitterly. They
were evidently poor people. He was sho,
through the brest and his left lung torn al
most out. I shall never forget his look Of
agony and the mute suffering in his wife's
face. Just as left he rose up In bed In
spite of his wife's efforts, and shrieked out
In the ante-room surgeons were amputatlne
mans ankle, and just overhead they were
removing mans leg above the knee. The
whole thing was like nightmare, the pale,
agonized faces, the weeping women, the gap
Ing wounds, the moans and shrisks, and the
pale-faced surgeons hurrying hisher ant
thither with their packages Of medicine.
At the morgue fourteen bodies lay eu
on boxes, stark and cold. A crowd Of curl
Gus and anxious people filed by them. The
crowd at the doors was great. Only few
we're allowed to enter at time. Every nov
and then pale, excited man, would forct
his way up to the door and demand admis
sion. eers r. ~. .s4
~ think have . BROTHER" 81 think my
father Is here" g @ .as sE
That is what they would say, and the good
natured policeman would answer in his rici
Irish brogue: "To be shure, sur; to b
shure."
When the dead bodies would be shoul
him and he would fail to recognize them
he would turn away with sigh Of satisfac
tion, not that men were killed, but that b.
failed to recognize father or brother.
All the dead men were roughly dresset
and appeared 10 be werkingmen.