Omaha daily bee., 1902-03-16

wooden doors of the sugar warehouse! Yes,
dry with age, it caught fire quickly. Like
children terrified at their own wickedness,
they paused a moment; the red fire leaped
through the building; in a twinkling the
soft blue-black of the midnight tropic sky
was hidden by a lurid veil of crimson
smoke, shot through and through with daz-
cling streaks; with the strong rum seething
in their veins, they danced the wild jungle
dances of their forefathers to It's light.
With brains awhirl, they staggered from
one building to another. TIL red glare
crept in through the closed blinds behind
which the frightened townsfolk crouched,
shuddering with terror. Woe to those trad
ers whose dealings had been harsh or un-
fair! Only at the imminent peril of their
lives might they steal from their burning
homes to safety. Brighter grew the glare,
back on the hillsides an answering glare
appeared. Long tongues of flame crept up
the hills from the burning fields of cane.
The sites of the planters homes were
marked by brighter, higher flames. Wilder
and madden grew the chanting, merely
hoarse bowls of savage joy, now, all sem
blance of articulate words lost.
End of the Onslaught.
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ing buildings stood silhouetted like fends
around the mouth of hell. The whole island
was wrapped in flames. Still, strange as it
seems, no lives were lost. The morning
came unseen save for the lighting up of the
dense blue smoke that filled the streets. A
planter rode bravely into town, forgetting
that these former slaves had tasted free
dom and power. Maddened at the ruin Of
his estate, he rode straight into the mob,
flashing right and left with his heavy riding
whip. For an instant the crowd fell back,
the old instinct still strong. For an in
slant it seemed that daring would succeed.
Then a huge negro, his face bleeding from
a cut of the lash, and working with brute
passion, leaped forward and seized a stir
rup. In an instant 1t was all over. A swirl
of half-naked black forms, the piercing
neigh of a dying horse, the awful cry, hall
scream, half curse Of a human being in the
throes of a fearful death, and it was done
Seized by a strange panic, the mob turned
and fed. A bundle of red-stained, mud
dyed clothes lay in a sickening heap, yer!
quiet, on the cobblestones.
OF the deeds done that dreadful day Their,
remains no record. Gaunt chimneys, tower
ing like scared, ungainly monuments abov
the smouldering ashes OF the ~factorie
around them, mile after mile of black, I'm
slightly fields yelled in a sickening, dee
} blue smoke-these alone could tell tn
= tale. Strangely enough, that red stair
, slowly thickening on the cobblestonei
marked the only human victim of the mo-
4 Satiated with their wild orgy, there was
= lull and then-the prayed-for troops al
0 rived. Only 200 Of them, what could the
= do against 5000 savages? Yesterday the
!, had been torn to pieces in an instan
e but now, reaction had set in. Frightene
o at their own daring, the negroes fled b.
d fore the soldiers. Swiftly, relentlessly, Il
# rioters were hunted down. There is I
y record of the number that satisfied Il
e thirst for vengeance with their lives, b.