The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-12-19

to prolong the agony, again left him.
When Slade came back once more he
did not approach very near and Jules
did not see him. Resting the barrel of
his navy revolver across a log, Shade |
fired. This time the bullet entered the
brain of Jules and with hardly a ire
NOR he sank back limp and dead. Moth !
ing was done to Slade. There was no
law but force. The military rule was
only nominal. Jules was buried almost
on the spot where he had fallen. 1
never heard Slade speak of the matter,
and it did not seem to change him.
Frank McCarty, OF whom 1 have
spoken before, was a more fierce and
fearless man than Slade, and I believe
that Slade was afraid of him. 1 have
| looked upon few men who were Nc
| Carty'S physical equals. He was feet
! 31s inches tall and splendidly proper
toned, quiet at times, but very demon
| when his coarser nature was aroused.
| He had charge of the freight trains
over the division on which Slade super
| intended the stages, and often rode up
and down the line, sometimes on the
! stage, but usually employing a big
mule. Danger he faced daily after the
/ troubles with the mountaineers began,
! but he never seemed to know it
Shortly after the killing of Jules the
mountaineers who had been expelled
by McCarty and Slade returned. Nc
! Carly organized party, including him
self, Slade and two wagon bosses, and
going to the ranch opened an attack
They shot as long as they could see any
one to shoot at. The proprietor of the
ranch, Schonche, and his squaw were
killed. Another Frenchman was chased
away. Schonches two little boys ran
out and spent the night on the prairie.
| Soon after the bones of one were found,
picked clean by wolves. The other was
| Mi
| to the home of Mrs. Slade. She had not
heard of the raid, but only realized
that he was a child, weary and bruised
| and frightened, its tender feet bleeding
! from prickly pear thrusts, and she took
| it in. She soon learned the story, but
she kept the boy, naming him James
Alfred Slade. When l last saw him he
was IA, almost a man in size, and well
educated
We'll, more blood had to flow The
nlountaineers were reused to frenzy. At
a ranch on the SweetWater lived three
Of the fraternity-tsob Stewart, Pete
Pigeon and Charley Bacon. They were
all hard men. They went to one of
SHADES stations kept by a man named
! Bartholomew, and found MIN near his
! house riding a mule. Pigeon shot him,
rified his pockets. and mounting the
mule, rode to the station, where he
coolly told Mrs. Bartholomew that she
was a widow, pointed to the mule and
Bartholomew revolver as evidence,
and Informed her where the body could
be found. They had scarcely gone away
/ when the stage came up. Mrs Barthol-
omew wrote letter detailing the cir
cumstances of the murder.
CAPTURE OF THE AEURDERERS.
1.-The driver resolved that he would
reach Slade as quickly with the news as
horsefiesh could do it. But that was
siXty-five miles away A change of
teams was hurriedly made, and the
stage swung out on the plains with the
stock at a. gallop. So the entire dis
lance was made, with the changes at
every station. When the stage, hours
ahead Of time, the painting horses white
with foam, drew up at Horseshoe Slade
and McCarty were both there, and at
first demanded to know why rules had
been violated.
Read this said the driver, hand
ing over the letter
when McCarty had read it he turned
to me. Wentworth he said, round up
that siX-horse pinto team as quick as
the Lord will let you
These horses we're almost as wild
as elk. BY the time I had them up
McCarty had his horse ready. There
was Slade, Bob Scott, Cy Shurrie, Bob
Owens, McCarty and myself. 1 was
ordered on the box to hold ten horses.
There was also a fve-gallon key of
whisky in the light Concord. McCarty
whirled his whip, and away we flew
on the mission of vengeance. There
was never such a stage ride as that
The tough little pintos never slack
ened The first station was passed
without a stop. There were no steps
after that, except to get fresh stock.
1t was in the evening when we started.
We reached the Sweetwater ranch be-
fore dawn, While the men were still
sleeping, doubtless certain that the
news of their crime had not yet
reached Horseshoe.
"McCarty was in command. Giving
the reins to me, he went to the door of
: the cabin and made a scratching cound.
. FIe had on an old soldier overcoat and
looked like a tramp about to ask for
lodging. When Stewart opened the
door McCarty covered him with his
revolver, and, speaking barely above
his breath, ordered him to come out.
: What do you want?' asked Stew
art.
1--WE want Bacon and Pigeon said
5 McCarty. and you do just as you are
told, or you are a dead man
SHADES HORRIBLE REVENGE.
stewart opened the door again,
J pointed to the sleeping pair, and when
the two aWoke six reVolVerS were
5 cooked and at their very faces. They
g were made to come out, and all three
placed on the stage.
'Slade asked McCarty what he in
tended to do with them.
5 Hang the three in row. was the
reply.
mo one objected. When Pigeon
5 asked what it all meant, he was tol6
t briefly to wait and see. The prisoners
+ drank deeply from the key, and all but
/ Stewart became Yisibly intoxicated
Y McCarty drove to the station. Arrived
there, he showed the boys how to put
= up a pole between the two wagons.
!. What is this all for?' asked Stew
t art
f ITO hang you three till you are
e dead answered McCarty, with a grim
= ness from which sslere was no appeal
p Pigeon started to run, but with a stride
n McCarty overlook him and struck hin
e down with a revolver
S Come here, quick, said he, turning
:. to the rest of the stage men. Hang
this fellow before he dies on his owl
L account.
n pigeon was lifted upon a barrel, thu
/. moose adjusted, the barrel kicked away
S and that was the last of him. Bacol
came next, but was too drunk to car
much, apparently. In minute h
swung by the side of Pigeon.
"Your turn now, Bob, said Mozart.
= to Stewart
u Surely whined Stewart, you aim
y going to hang me?
. " Surely / am. between the two fel