The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1888-01-14
EUREKA's TAR BUCKET BRIGADE.
The Most Unparalleled Outrage We
Ever Read Or

Ever Read OF.
For fendish creulty and inhuman
barbarity the annals of criminal history
must be scrutined closely to find the
equal of the outrage perpetrated on
the person of Phil Paroni by Eureka
mob on Tuesday evening of last week.
The particulars of the horrible affair,
as given in Saturdays Sentinel, are so
revolving as to make one almost be-
lieve these "yigilantes" must have been
devils, not men:
This is Par0ni's version of the af-
fair (cbndensed): Tuesday evening ut
8 80 | was sitting in my boarding.
house, which is private house. There
were present in the room with me
three men, Mrs. GUELPH, the wife of
the owner OF the house, her daughter
aged IL, and q boy IL years old. The
door was opened and tall masked
man walked in with a pistol in his
hand, which he pointed at the differ
ent persons in the room. He was fol
lowed by number of masked men,
all armed. Three of them seized me
and took me out Of doors. was then
dragged along all the way, protesting
against the way in which they were
treating me. They also cnoked me to
keep me from halloong; they then
gagged me and kept choking me with
my shirt collar, and one man, whose
head Is nearly red, kept jamming the
muzzie Of his pistol against my head,
and telling me To hush up; while an
other, who carried on small business
on Main street for number of years.
followed me behind. kicking me.
They took me up to the
lime kiln, near the powder houses.
Here they stripped my under and over
shirt, leaving nothing but nv pants On
me. They taen poured tar all over my
| head and back, and stuck paper in
the tar. They were going TO set fire
to the paper and tar. When they put
! the tar ON me they removed the gag.
| then said, don't burn me shoot ME
| [ would sooner be shot than burned.
If you Kill me, you Kill ME wrong.
! They talked together few minutes
aud then tied my hands behind me,
aud told me To stand there half an
hour or they would shoot me, and at
the end of that time IL go down the
railroad aud take the first train, and If
| ever came back 10 Eureka they would
kill me. They then started rapidly to
| atariaA hnWn tho funvpn IN
ward the hog ranch. Occasionally !
would tumble headIong into snow
drift and scramble up and run again.
My pantaloons dropped down around
my legs and finally l could neither
run nor walk. Alter good deal of
trouble | succeeding in freeing my
hands aud then pulled up my papta-
looms and was able To walk and run.
No doubt if my hands had been Sc
curely tied, would have soon perish
ed. After freeing my hands | made
my way as rapidly AS possible to the
railroad and followed the track down
to Diamond Station, twelve miles
from Eureka, sometimes walking
and sometimes running 10 keep my
bloc in eieulation and from freezing.
When | arrived at Diamond Station
my head was a mass of ice and snow.
| had only one shoe on during the
whole trip, and my shoeless foot was
badly swollen. At the section-house
the 6ig-hearted section boss, Barney
McCool, took me in, clothed me with
his own clothes, bathed me, scraped
as much of the tar off as possible, fed
me anu put me to bed, and after n
days rest in bed, / babe goodbye to
my nobe-hearted friend, took the E.
p. train for Eureka, and here | am
ready to be shot or hanged by the
brave and chivalrous gang that first
proposed to burn me and then drove
me out naked, with my hands
pinioned, into the barren sagebrush
plains in the midst of pitiless snow
storm to perish. / recognized the
parties, but by the advice of my at
torneys, | Withhold their names for the
present.
The supposed motive for this OUT
rage grew out of alleged rape, which
charge has been tried IN the Courts st
Eureka recently, and Paroni acquitted,