The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1894-03-07

uer again. This time the head or the
AK. besides causing deep wound on the
side Of the head, glanced and cut away
the switch at the back of the head as
cleanly as though pair of scissors had
been used. Mr.. Baker had not yet
awakened. but the child i'm a crib along
side the bed was aroused by the COM
motion. and she, a little one of fourteen
months, set up cry. The wretch,
Thompson, thereupon welded the AK
with a swinging blow and crushed the
infants skull to atoms.
Bakers Struggle with the Assnssins.
Now Mr.. Baker became aroused. BY
the dim lamp he saw his two enemies
and recognized them both. For an in
slant he lost his self-control, not being
able TO believe that the negro, Baker,
could possibly be interested in an at
tack upon himself and family. In the
dilemma Of the moment he rolled out of
bed into the 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 a strug-
gle which cannot be described in words,
but can only be imagined. ensued. Mr..
Baker. who Is a splendidly-built man,
standing about five feet nine inches, and
with a chest about a foot and hair
through not really approaching what
ndu DtFn QOile 10 Ills l0N ttl bliNNs hAN 49,
ing that he must do something and do ii
quickly. tackled the negro i'm truly ath-
leuc style He got TO his feet, hugging
his namesake around the body and then
pushing him away, dealt Hen Baker "A
blow on the face that knocked Hen Baker
ten feet away and on the floor at the
foot of the bed.
Thompson. seeing that his pal was in
trouble. made a rush at Mr.. Baker with
the AK. He swung the steel-headed
weapon like a windmill, and had II not
been that Mr.. Baker felt his oncoming
through the rush of air made by the as
sailant's quick motion toward him. the
negroes would have added one more 10
their 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 he was up
against a double game. He made a
rush at Thompson, only TO receive an
other slight cash on his right cheek
That did not deter him. however, and he
made an effort to gain close quarters
with the murderOus negro Coming
close Thompson brought another blow
down from over his head, which in the
semi-darkness failed to carry straight
The handle Of the ak 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 AK.
They were now at the door by which the
negroes had entered.
After giving Thompson an upper cut
on the jaw and staggering that william,
he got his hand on the handle Of the
ak and wrenched it away into his own
possession. Thompson then retreated to-
ward the foot of the bed again. Baker
followed and dealt him a blow ON the
head with the butt end of the AK.
Thompson weakened in the knees and
Teeled toward the door. Moore followed
him, dealing him blow after blow upon
the head as fast as he could one after
another. with all the force that was left
in his excited condition.
it was not until they had again reached
the door that the negro fell When he
did fall his drop was 81 sudden and SO
positively that of an unconscious man
that Mr.. Baker left him and went TO
look for Hen Baker. This morning,
when Thompson's body was removed, it
was discovered that he had no less than
seven frightful gashes on the chest and
skull
Hen Baker Shot To Death.
The search for Hen Baker was short
The negro had passed out of the door
i'm front Of the house and entered
small room where a little gas stove was
kept He had evidently lost heart at
the vigorous onslaught that his employ
CT had made. He went into the small
room TO try to twist off a 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 villain" but there was no move
ment ON the part Of Hen to approach
the enemy's work. Mr.. Baker thereupon
ran back for his shotgun. which had
been standing against the wall near a
bureau close TO the rear door Of the
bed room. This weapon was not i'm good
order. and Mr.. Baker tried once TO cock
il without success. But on the second
attempt he found it was all right and
came back 10 attend TO Hen. Hen
Baker. on seeing him go 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.. Baker
came within sight of MIN by the light
the small lamp the bed room afforded.
his gun and fired his twelve-caliber
weapon. The shot entered the negro's
left eye and he feel grooming to the
ground.
Moore Bakers Midnight Ride.
Then Moore Baker ran back TO 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.
Dashng down the rear stairway with
only his nightshirt on, he opened the
kitchen door and without taking a mo-
mentary glance at the smashed-in cell
lar opening through which the mis-
creants had gained access TO the house,
he made a break for the stable Dash
ing into the stall where his favorite
brown horse was standing, he jumped
to the halter strap and unlOOsened it,
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 pricked up his ears
and danced on his feet, as though anX-
ious to respond to any call Of his mas
ter. There was no time TO put a saddle
on and Baker jumped on his bare back
in his scant attire. Prodding the animal
with is 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 and up to the old plank
church and to the Office of DR.. 5. T.
Hogan just beyond, but half a mile
away from the awful occurrences. The
doctor a whole-souled young man.
reused himself out Of bed i'm no time and
was soon on the way 10 the dwelling
that had already become desolate.
that lonely TOWNSHIP,