The times and democrat. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1881-current, 1886-11-18
ASSASSINATION IN BULGARIA..
Blood Curdling Details of Murders at Dob
nitza on Election Day.

Blood Curdling Details of Murders at Dob
nitza on Election Day.
A correspondent of the Vienna Freie
Presse gives the following graphic ac-
count of the aSsaSsinatiOns which took
place ut Dobnitza on. the occasion of
the elections : On the day appointed
for the elections the Prefect of Dobnitza
summoned the citizens. to in electoral
caucus. Some of the electors began to
shout ave do not want any elections
We will not do anything to oppose
Russia - Deputy GrechorOv then adj
dressed the assembled crowd, saying
that it was desirable to elect such men
us would cast their vote in favor of the
Prince determined upon by Russia, but
who, at the same time, would stand up
for the independence and liberty OF
Bulgaria. The congregated peasants
would not be quieted, and continued to
shout, I'VE want no elections !" But
the delegates from the city did not al
low themselves to be disturbed, and for
two hours the election proceeded with
out any further disorders.
Suddenly, however, turbulent crowd
of five hundred peasants appeared upon
the scene. Down with the Deputies"
they shouted; lit was they who hurled
us into conflict with Sarvia. They have
caused us to pay the imposts, but
Russia would not have compelled us to
do So" GrechOrOv came forward to
make another address, but the peasants
would not let him speak. They threw
into the air the table at which the Elec-
! toral Commission were sitting and
| broke it into pieces, The commisson-
ers were obliged to make their escape
through the window, which was situ-
atcd behind the table where the votes
were being counted. Three of them
Grechorov, Zoggrav and Professor Pa
puKchieif-s succeeded in taking refuge
in a neighboring house. a rabid crowd
of peasants endeayored to follow them,
but the professor, revolver in hand,
kept them at bay. Another Deputy
was fortunate enough to escape. The
authorities sought to restore order and
Immediately dispatched eight soldiers
on horseback to qlell the disturbance.
but these were met by Il vOlley Of stones
and forced to retreat.
Encouraged by thClrsucCeSS the peas
ants proceeded in body to the house
of the Project, Dimitricv. The wretch
ed official was dragged from his resi-
dence, deprived Of his clothes and money
and then murdered with blows from
staves and with knife thrusts. Amid
shouts whistles and imprecations his
body was dragged through several
streets, and finally hurled from stone
bridge into the river. In themeanWhilc
Il portion of the crowd had separated it.
self from the main body and made Tor
the telegraph Office. The head official in
charge Bushniakov, begged the invaders
not to touch the papers and money. The
dispatches and money are for the poor
soldiers for your sons" he cried. But
the robbers would not be diSsuaded
from their purpose They robbed the
Office and would have burned d9i6stO the
ground had not the inhabitants Of the
neighboring houses prevented them
from doing so.
The taste OF blood had fired the
bestial instincts of the mob. There ap-
preached a spy who had discovered the
hiding places of GrechorOv, Zogrlv and
Papukchietf, and thither the crowd be-
took itself, intimating that if the three
would not give themselves up they
would set lire to the houses. The pour
wrctchcs accordingly surrendered.
First came Papukchicil. The poor fcl-
low, who had never taken part in
politics and who had merely been pre-
sent to protect his friend GrechOr9y,
threw away his revolver and tried to
calm the mob. But he had scarcely
opened his mouth when the mob fell
upon him anil literally hacked him into
pieces. Then it was Zograv's turn.
"Pardon me Grcchorov," he said, you
have only one son, but have five
* * u "BrothcrS spare me for the sake
OF my five little ones - Like wild beasts
they attacked him, threw him to the
ground and drove their knives into his
body and especially into his face. They
scooped ont and divided his brains,
took out his eyes and cut him in bits:
shouting, See, low the fellow has fat
tened on our sweat; he is iattcr than
our swine. ~ GrcchorOv shared his
miserable fate.