The morning news., 1888-11-30
BEATEN BY A MAD MOB.
ONE THOUSAND NEGROES RUN
RIOT IN YAMACRAW.


Beaten into oInsensibility-One of the
Rioters Shot and Dies from His
Wounds - Others Supposed to BIZ
Wounded-How the Trouble Started
Policeman Quinn's Wife Holds the
Mob at Bay with Pistol-Eight O
the Rioters Arrested.
"Kill the when he AIM
thinking That was the fate intended fol
Patrolman Pat McMurray in yesterday,
riot in Yamacraw.
Patrolman Daniel j. Cronin and John
Crimmens, an employe of the Southern
Vulcanite Pavement Company, it was
thought, were mortally wounded. Mike
Tillman, one of the negro rioters died
last night with eight bullet wounds in his
body. Several other rioters were wounded,
but they escaped.
The riot started a few minutes before
noon on Farm street in the vicinity Of Or
ange.
THE START OF THE RIOT.
Policeman McMurray had arrested a
negro, and was starting with him to the
barracks when he was set upon by a
crowd of the negro's friends. His club
was wrenched from him and he was knocked
down. The negro whom he had arrested
stood over him and was about TO strike the
officer over the head with his own club,
when McMurray drew his revolver and
fred.
The negro turned at tho shot and ran,
and McMurray broke through the crowd
and pursued him. firing AT Orange str eet
the negro attempted to escape into house,
but the door was shut against him, and he
was captured on the steps; He was badly
wounded, exclaiming, "pm dyingW and
dropped to the sidewalk.
IN THE MoB's HANDS
McMurray left him and started back
down Farm street, where he met mob of
several hundred negroes. armed with clubs
and rocks, hooting and yelling Kill him,
kill himln Before he had time to defend
himself he was knocked down. Struggling
to his feet he fought his way through the
mob and took refuge in house between
Bay street and Cooper Shop lane, kept by
Pearl Prendergast.
By this time Farm and the adjoining
streets we're filled with an excited mob
shouting drag him out" "kill him"
McMurroy was unarmed. Nothing but
empty cartridges were in his revolver. His
club had been wrenched from him and
bleeding from bis wounds he was unable to
fight.
DRAGGED INTO THE STREET.
The mob broke in the windows and half a
dozen infuriated negro women seized the
wounded officer by the throat and dragged
him into the street Joe Cotton, one of the
leaders Of the mob, grabbed rock and yell
ing, XIII the when he amt
thinking" and struck the already uncon-
scous man a murderous blow on the head
Patrolman Tom F. Quinn, of the Ocean
Steamship police, who lives on Bay street,
near Farm, was awakened by the
shouts of the rioters, and, seizing his
pistol, he hurried into the street. The
mob soon saw him coming ard shouted
''Kill him." but the officer kept them back
killed the man for nothing" XIII himl
Kill him." the crowd kept shouting.
DROVE BACK THE CROWD.
Quinn drove the mob back from the house
where McMurrav was Hearing the noise
inside, he buried TO a gate leading to a lane
lack of the house, where he was met by one
of the inmates, who said that McMurray was
safe. Turning back, be went TO the front
of the house again. McMurray was lying
on the ground insensible. By his side Mrs.
Quinn stood with revolver in
her hand holding the mob at bay.
While she kept them back, her huss and and
joseph Mack carried the unconscious officer
to Quinn's house. Mrs. Quinn stood guard
over the wounded man until the ambulance
arrived, and he was taken to the hospital.
PATRoLMAN CRoNIN SURROUNDED.
While McMurrav was fighting the mob
on Farm street, Patrolman Cronin, who
was hurrying to his assistance, was sur
rounded on Orange street. He was patrol
ing Bryan street when the riot began. In
crossing Montgomery street he heard the
shots. Hurrying to West Broad, he ran
down Orange street, and it was there, lying
in the middle of the street, that he was
afterward found. John Kline, a tailor for
Charles Gassman, and his daughter
No. 2l Orange street, when Cronin came
down the street. Kline's story is that the
officer ran down Orange street and met
negro boy who was running away from
the riot. Somebody told the officer to ar
rest the boy, and he did so. Later a negro
passed and told the officer that he had the
wrong man and Cronin released him. but
afterwerd rearrested him and started to the
barracks. when a crowd Of negroes sur
rounded him. The crowd pressed on the
officer, and tried to take the boy from him.
HIS PISTOL TAKEN FROM HIM.
Cronfn drew his revolver, but it was
wrenched from him and fell to the ground.
AS soon as the mob saw that he was unable
to defend himself they closed in upon him,
and beat him until he was unconscious
When they had left him a negro woman
rushed to the middle of the street where
the officer was lying, and struck him sew
eral blows on the head with brick.
During the excitement John Crimmens
employed by the Vulcanite Paving Com
pany, ran up to assist the officer He made
his way through the crowd to where Cronin
was, and seizing the officers club succeeded
by well directed blows in driving some of
the infuriated negroes back, not, however,
until he had been severely beaten and cut
Crimmens was afterward picked up by the
ambulance and taken, with McMurray, to
st. Joseph's Infrmary
CRIMMENs' WOUNDS.
He had a CHASTITY wound over one eye,
and three long deep gashes on his head He
was stabbed in the back, one Of the fingers
of his right hand was broken, and it is
thought that his chin is fractured GRIM
mems seemed TO rest easy after his wounds
had been dressed. He said that as he was
passing Orange street on his way to bar
Der shop he heard the patrolman's
cries for help, and ran to where
the difficulty was going on.
Just as he reached there the mob knocked
the pistol out of Cronin's hands and would
have shot him had he not beat them back
with club. He drove the crowd back, so
that they were unable to get the pistol
which he thought had dropped to the
ground, until he was knocked down from
behind.