The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-06-28
for the torture. A gate wss torn down
and fence rails brought for fuel

farmers and mechanics, had come eVioentI.
knowing just what they were going 70 90
and fully eqnippsd with the o ,%1'I ba wh
were wanted wherewith to cut wood 10
the horrible pyne, axes and hatchets wer'
produced.
A young man wearing a wide. brimmec
Panama hat was busy splitting the gay
Stats into kindling wood The fence tail '
were split and broken into logs TWO or thfe'
feet in length it,.
Twice an attempt was made to drive
fence rail firmly enough into the grouno
to make stake that would support the VIC
Tins body But the newly ploughed grounc
was too soft The rail would barely sup
port itself
1t was left standing at last. and the logf
were piled up around it. There was a de'
mand for some light stuff to start the fre
and the man on the white horse rode ava!
and came back in few minutes with
bundle of straw, This was stuf1ed under
and down the centre of the heap Of fuel
circular shape some three feet In diameter
and with the fence rail sticking up some
three feet more above the centre.
The uproar which had marked the mob'i
march to the scene had now died away
TO a murmur Of conversation, The crisis
was too near and the strain too great fol
loud shouts.
the neeros voice in prayer His hysteris
had now taken a tenser and more coherent
form Standing in the spot he again re-
peated his confession In moderate con
vocational tone, going into its horrible
details as he had done with the officers
His hands were tied behind him and he
stood erect with his head we'll up.
SOME OF THE RIOTERS PROTEST.
They were nearly ready for HIM now
at the pyre on which he was to be burned
The man on the white horse had formed
a circle by again turning his horse slowly
around. Those on the inner line were told
TO take hold OF hands, and they DID 80
until it was about sixty feet in diameter
There were those in it whose hearts
began to fail them, As the circle, con-
stantly swaying, came close to the pyre, rect
shot out and kicked it over. Twice this
happened. Both times it was stolidly
rebuilt.
One man made last frantic plea to the
leader in the red sweater with the blood
stained face.
For Cod sake, don t do this! he begged.
"Shoot the man! Hang him Knock him
on the head! For Gods sake, don't burn
him! Think what you are doing. man.
think what you are about
There was an angry murmur AT thiS
outburst, and the man in the sweater IN
a loud. stern voice called ont
I'VE are going to burn that Niger alive
and we are going to do it right here and
right now
A moment later the negro was brought
into the circle and led close up TO the pyre,
his hands still tied behind him. The man
in the sweater threw long inoh-thick
rope on the ground beside him and began
deliberately untangling its coils. Then
he knelt and tied one end Of it tightly around
the negro's feet and began slowly winding
il upward about his legs.
While this was going on the poor wretch
kept up a constant talking He was
wrought up to such tense pitch that he
was apparently calm. He turned to several
persons near him and addressed his talk
TO them personally. He even half smiled
as he spoke, As though he were engage d
in any ordinary conversation.
What he said was what he had been saying
from the first. He had done it. He was
guilty. He was going to be burned. God
had told him to tell and he had told.
BURNED ALIVE
Hardly sound now came from those
near by The negroes voice could be dis
tinctly heard Meantime the coils Of the
rope were winding higher and higher and
tighter and tighter about him, his talk
still going on.
At last he STOOD mere corded bundle.
Suddenly he was seized by the feet and
swung to and fro once and landed
on the pile Of faggots.
There was low murmur OF curses heard
from among the spectators and express
up" some of which sounded as though
repeated automatically by men lashing
themselves to the point Of enduring the
sight before them. Others broke away
and walked of into the field, unable to
look any longer Still others turned sick
and faint with nausea.
2,,HNaplSy tho 20 Ian nod shri nhflv
and in a few seconds were blazing foot
or more about the body as it lay upon the
faggots. The negro. writhing and crying
'Oh God, forgive me! Oh Lord, forgive
mel" rolled from etss faggot heap to the
ground, some Of his lashings having burned
and broken loose. He was still conscious,
but. half delirious,
it and make my peace with God! Oh God,
forgive mel
This he kept repeating again and
again until he was pic ked up and pitched
head-foremost this time. into the now
nercely burning fire,
THE END
Again he writhed of the faggots and
came with a crash to the ground, At this
a man rushed forward and swinging
heavy, long-handled hammer high in the
air brought it down with crash upon the
poor wretch's head
THAT settles him!" some one cried out
1t did The murderer's agony was over.
The leaders who had been most conspic-
uous, seven in all, one by one disappeared.
The man with the lantern was indign ant
that the coup de grace had been given, and
swore savagely. But it was all In vain.
What had been man few minutes be-
fore standing among them and talking TO
them. was now only little heap of charred
bone and flesh.