The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1891-05-07
HOW BANGING FEELS.
A Victim of Vigilantes Relates
His Experience in This Line.

As noted in THE CALL at the time.
hotel at Gilman, Wash, was hred one night
last week, and man named Arthur Arch
unbault, but commonly called Lindsey, was
arrested by deputy Sheriff on suspicion OF
being the-incendiary. He was stranger In
town, had some bottles OF kerosene IN
his possession, and, convinced OF Ills quit,
crowd Of miners strung him TO Tree III
order to make him confess. They got some
sort of an acknowledgment from MIN, ana
was then taken down aud held Tor trial,
upon which absolutely no evidence could be
produced against him and he was dis
charged.
To reporter of the Seattle Post-Intelli-
gencer Archunbault gave the following ac-
count of how it feels to be hanged;
q was very much frightened. l came
out to the Coast three years ago from
Minnesota, and that moment was the nrSt
time | have said my prayers since lett
| home. thought l was going to pass in my
checks sure.
Several men ran to get rope, and the
rest pulled me to a tree. 1t was pitch DARK.
l was too scared TO fight, and the MOB
was very desperate. One fellow tied a
| knot In the rope. He didn't do ii good or
wouldn't have been here to tell the tale.
They threw the other end over limb OF
tree, and, putting the moose over my mead,
ran me up. They failed to tie my hands
and grabbed the rope. The motion saved
me a broken neck. One of the miners struck
my hands with something that forced me to
let go. The rope frightened around my neck
and cut off my wind | could feel the rope
cutting into the flesh and it smarted. My
eyes felt funny. | thought they were out
on my cheeks felt-oh, L felt awful.
Then they let me down. One man SAID
"'Did Hughes tell you to set fire TO the
building?' and l said yes; then, remem-
berlng that did not know Hughes, l said
no. That made them mad and they put
me up again. l felt my head Jerked back
and the pain was awful | knew L was not
standing but swinging. Ii was so dark l
thought was dead and In another world
wasn't in pain then
:" l don't know now long it was afterward,
but l suddenly felt singing pains III my
head, and the pain shot down my body. |
could hear voices. 1 thought l was dead.
but didn't know where l was L couldn't
think, and would not open my eyes. Then
SOME one struck My face with something.
! 1t was black hat. | saw q Whole lot OF
men, and my grip was on the foot Of the
| bed. L was in my own room IN the Davis
House, and the miners were wilder than
before. 1 was lying down, and man WAS
sitting on my legs.
III l ever set out Of this scrape, l wont
so out TO Gilman again.
While telling tue story, Archunbault
showed the tell-tale blisiered ana red
marks about his neck. "rhe first time the
rope caught under my chin ami made this
upper mark. The knot came under the left
side of my jaw. This big raw place is
where it rubbed the flesh off when the
rope slipped tighter. The second time it
caught lower downright across Adams
apple, and made the lower and heavier
marx. | don't know where the knot was,
but it must have been right here where you
SRa this w Sly in ic rn nbpl M
and the flesh twisted up. My neck'S awful
s0re-it hurts me to tarn my head.
ut makes you feel kind Of sick? You
ought-to have seen it Friday morningV
When Archunbault heard the decision of
the justice-''the prisoner is disch arged"-
lie stood not upon the order of his going but
seized his baggage and went as fast as he
could walk