Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1901-09-14
PRESIDENT M'K|NLEY SHOT

the President The handkerchief had
covered u revolver, which he had car
ried thus openly through the crowd.
At the sound of the shots Detective
Ireland, of the secret service force,
leaped upon the man like tiger and
close behind him came the colored man
who had just shaken hands with the
President. While they struggled with
him OH the floor President Mckinley
took a step backward and was instant
~ clasped in the arms of Detective
Gerry, another member of his body
guard. The President did not fall, nor
did he reel, although both bullets had
struck him. Half turning his head to
the officer, he asked:
Am l shot?' Evidently he had been
so stunned with surprise that he had
not felt the impact of the bullets. While
he was speaking the officer and Secre-
tary Cortelyou had been leading him
backward to a chair and had torn open
his vest. Blood was on his shirt front
and Detective Gerry, answering his
question, said:
y L
Secretary Cortelyou sank OH one knee
beside the Presidents chair and gazed
anXiously into his face.
do not be alarmed" said the Presi-
dent, cit is nothing"
His head sank forward into his hands
a moment and then he raised it briskly,
while the stream of crimson Welled
from the wound in his breast and
spread in an overwhelming circle on
his white shirt front.
"But you are wounded" exclaimed
Mr. Cortelyou, 'let me examine"
mo, no." insisted the President, II
am not badly injured, assure you"
With a bullet in his breast and an
other through his stomach, he did not
lose consciousness. He sat almost as
stanch and straight in his chair as
though his assalants shots had missed
and he seemed the calmest and least
perturbed of the immense gathering.
President Milburn and Secretary Cor
telyou were almost frantic with alarm,
but the wounded man continued to as
sure them that his injuries were triti-
ing.
This dramatic scene upon the little
platform was enacted in the midst of
Il terrible tumu1t, which continued un-
interruptedly for many minutes.
When the secret service men and the
cOlOred man first threw themselves
upon CZOlgOsz, the assailant of the
President, and pinned him to the floor
lest he should try to use the revolver
again, twenty more men hurled them
selves upon the scrambling quartette
and buried CzOlgOsz from sight. Every
man in that struggling, crazy throug
was striving to get hold of Czolgosz, to
strike him, to rend him, to wreak upon
him in any way the mad fury which
possessed them instantly they realized
what he had done.
The greater part Of the crowd was
stunned for an instant by the enormity
of the crime they witnessed, but when
the reaction came they surged forward
like wild beasts, the strongest tearing
the weakest back out of the way and
forcing themselves forward to where
the prisoner was held by his captorS.
All the time tumult of sound filled the
place, hollow roar at first, punctuated
by the Shrieks of women, swelling into
Il medley of yells and curses. Men
said unintelligible things as they push
ed and crowded toward the center of
the swaying mob. They wanted to
lynch CzolgosZ, whoever he was. They
wanted to see him and they shouted
vainly at the police officers in front to
drag him out.
Nal Effort to Gain Revenge.
A little force of exposition guards,
penned in by the clamoring mob.
fought desperately to hold their pris-
oner from the bloodthirsty crowd. They
had CZolgosZ safe and fast. His re-
volver had been wrenched from his
hand in the instant that Detective Ire
tand fell upon him. and he was help
less, bruised and bleeding. His face
was cut when he was thrown to the
uoor and a dozen eager, vicious hands
mad struck at him and reached him
over the shoulders of the officers.
Slowly, very slowly, the little force
of notice m1da WaV through thn