The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1892-09-24

him for sluice robbing. This was consid-
cred one OF the worst crimes on the
docket and punishable with death.
He was to be tried, convicted
and hung to tho liberty pole.
This pole stood at the outskirt of town on
the north, beside the Sonora road. and
near q large patch of jimarel bushes. A
man named Blank drew up bogus war
rant, which was placed in my hands for
service. Hearing where he was to be
found I proceeded to the place, and
calling him to one side l said
had warrant for his ar
rest, but thought if he came
along quietly there would be no trouble.
He followed meekly enough to Priehard
& Imbry's saloon. the Adams express Of
fee and the Long Tom iron store, all in,
one. where the boys had congregated to
give him a trial. A jury was impan-
eled ON the spot, the complaint read
and the prisoner asked if he was guilty
or not guilty. He said he was
not guilty. A few witnesses were exam
ined who swore to seeing him in the vici
nifty of some sluice boxes, the owners of
which swore they had reason to believe
that they had been tempered with. AS he
could not prove that he had not robbed the
boxes, the case went to the jury, who
soon returned with the verdict Of
guilty, fixing the sentence of hanging.
l was then ordered by the judge to pro-
coed with the prisoner to the liberty pole
and there hang him by the neck until
dead. / never shall forget how the poor
fellow looked as we proceeded toward the
place of execution. If I could by one
kick have sent myself out of town /
would gladly have done SO. However. l
was in it, and, as the thing was
about over, went on with my part, which
was to stand to one side with the pris-
oner while they were adjusting the rope
to the pole, then whisper in his ear:
Run" He ran, and the shooting COM
menced, but only over his head. I think
he fell twice in the fifty yards before he
gained the brush. That was forty years
ago. Whether he is running yet l know
not. He was not seen again in town.
Across the street from the Exchange
was fandango or dance house, filled with
Mexican and Chilean girls, kept by Mex
lean named Padrone. A little way below
town, working one of the best claims there,
was one Peter Anderson. He was a fine,
sociable fellow, except when he got an
overdose of SecO frewater. Then
he was a terror. One night he
got as drunk as lord. and
some of his friends with difficulty took
him home and got him to bed and, as they
supposed. to sleep. However, he got up
and went back to Padrone's. and, going
into one of the girls rooms, took the
quilts, sheets and pillows off to his cabin.
In the morning Padrone had him arrested
for stealing. The evidence was conclusive;
the things were found in his house,
and he was seen carrying them there. The
case went to the jury, while several wit
nesses of the trial went outside to laugh,
knowing how the thing would end. After
waiting reasonable time for deliberation,
the jury returned with the verdict of not
guilty.
One day q greaser, half-Mexican and
half-Indian, grabbed a pair of pants in
front of Jew store, and ran with them.
The Jew gave chase, and by singing out
''thief the greaser was caught, and after
the usual form of trial was found guilty
and sentenced to twenty-five lashes on the
bare back. He was tied up by the thumbs
to post in the Exchange. and the stripes
well put on. AYCUTTY MINOR