St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-03-02
Baker became aroused. BY the dim
lamp he saw bis two enemies, and
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RECoGNI ZED THEM BOTH.

For all instant he lost his self.control,
not being able to believe that the negro
Baker could possibly be interested in
an attack upon himself and family. In
the dilemma Of the moment he rolled
out OF bed into narrow space between
the bed and the wall. Before he struck
the floor Hen Baker was upon him.
The negro grasped for his throat and
struggle which cannot be described in
words. but can only be imagined, en-
sued. Mr.. Baker, who is spIendidly
built fellow. standing about five feet
nine inches in height, and with cnest
abouta a foot ard half through, not
leally appreciating what had been
done TO his loved ones, but feeling that
he must do something and do it quickly,
tackled the negro in truly athletic style.
he got to his feet, hugging his namesake
around the body and then pushing him
away dealt him a blow on the face that
Knocked Hem Baker ten feet away.
and on the floor at the foot of the bed.
Thompson, seeing that his pal was i'll
trouble. made rush at Mr. Baker with
the axe. He swung the steel-headed
| weapon like windmill, and had it not
been that Mr.. Baker felt his oncoming
through rush of air made by the as
saiiants quick motion toward him, the
negroes would have added one more to
the list of murdered. AS it was, Mr..
Baker threw his head back, and the
sharp edge of the blade merely cut his
left forehead enough to make it bleed.
Now the farmer felt that ne was up
against double game. He made rush
at Thompson. only to receive another
slight cash on his cheek. That did not
deter him, however, and he made an eff
fort to gain close quarters with
THE NURDEROUs NEGRO.
Coming close together Thompson
| brought another blow down from over
his head, which in the semi-darkness
failed to carry straight. The handle of
| the axe came down with all its force on
Mr.. Bakers right arm, causing an ugly
swelling. Seeing that the wretch had
missed his aim. and believing that he
had lost his head Mr.. Baker grappled
for the axe. They were near the door
by which the negroes had entered.
After giving Thompson a real good
boxers uppercut on the jaw with his
right hand and staggering that villain,
he got his hand OH the handle of the axe
| and wrenched it away TO his own pos
session.
Thompson then retreated toward the
| foot OF the bed again. Baker followed
him. and deall him blow on the head
| with the butt end of the axe. Thomp-
| son weakened in the knees, and re-
ceded back toward the door. Moore
Baker followed him. dealing him blew
upon blow upon the head as fast as he
could, one after the other, with all the
force that was left in his excited con-
dtion. 1t was not until they had again
reached the door that the negro fell.
When he did fall his drop was so sudden
| scious man that Mr.. Baker left
| him and went to look for Hen
Baker. This morning when Thomp-
| sons body was examined. it was
| discovered tn at he had no less than
| seven frightful gashes on the chest and
| skull. The search for Hen Baker was
| short. The negro had passed out of
| the door in front of the house and en-
| tered small room where a little gas
stove was kept. He had evidently lost
| heart at the vigorous onslaught that his
S"P'Oy u hdO thooCs 11C WSub lltO tlC
| small room to try to twist Off piece of
| the gas stove there to use as a weapon.
| Mr.. Baker heard his movements and
| went to the door. AS it was dark in
| that room Mr.. Baker was afraid TO
| enter. He called out. "Come out here,
| you black villaln," out there was no
movement on the part of Hen.
| 10 approach the enemy's works,
| Mr.. Baker thereupOn ran back for
In oh hi
standing against the wall near bu-
| reau, close to the rear door of the bed
| room. This weapon was not in good
order, and MIR. Baker tried once to cock
| it without success. But on the second
| attempt he found it was all right, and
| came back to attend to Hen. Hen
| Baker, on seeing him 20 away. crept
| stealthily toward the door of the small
room, near which was a stairway lead
ing down in front of the house. He
had just reached the door when Mr..
light that the small lamp in the bed
room afforded. Without a word Moore
Baker shouldered his gun and fired his
l2-caliber weapon. The shot entered
the negro's lett eye, and he fell groan-
ing to the ground. Then Moore Baker
ran back 10 attend to his wife and
child. Feeling them through running
streams of blood, he found that their
bodies were still warm. That was
enough for him. While there was life,
as he thought. there was hope. Dash
ing down the stairway with only his
nightsliirt on he shouldered open the
kitchen door, and without taking
momentary glance at the smashed-in
cellar opening through which the mis-
creantS had gained access to the house,
he made break for the stable. Dashing
into the stall where his favorits Drown
horse was standing, he jumped to the
halter strap and unloosed 1t, murmuring
In the animals ear at the same moment,
Dan, you must do me good service.
Your mistress and little Gertie are
hurt"
The animal seemed to understand. for
he prlcked up his ears and danced OIL
his feet, as though anxious to respond
any call of his master. There was no
time 10 put saddle on, and Baker
jumped OH his back in his scant attire.
Prodding the animal with his naked
Toes was not necessary. Dan flew away
at his masters bidding with all four
feet, as though they had been eight or
ten. FLYING through the gate to the
road, they went up the old plank road,
round the historical Dutch Reform
church, and to the Office of DR.. hogan.
just beyond, and half mile away from
the scene of the awful occurrences.
The doctor. whole-souled young man,
reused himself out of bed. and was soon
on the way to the dwelling that had al
ready been made desolate. Even in that
lonely township the appearance of
the white-garbed Baker on his horse
had attracted attention. Somebody
went to the door OF the residence of the
old folks Baker, which adjoined a
quarter of mile away from the home
of the young people. DR.. Hogan had
reached the house and found that young
Mrs. Baker and her child had been
killed instantly. and that Thompson, he
with the seven wounds, had also yielded
up to death. Hen Baker was still alive,
but whether any sympathetic attention
was given him. he died about daylight.
Coroner Reed held an inquest, He
knew the story and empanelIed the
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