Year: 1877

william, "Shrog" Lewis, aged about twenty four years; and there can be no question but that he miStook our Sheriff's posse for officers from Texas or Louisiana come to call him to account for some of his many dark and damnable crimes, and it Is thought that his father, upon en- tering the room, gave his son a sign to commit the fatal deed. This family of LeWiS'S are said to have been OutlaWed in Texas and in Lou iSiana, and for several years past have found a comparatively safe haven within the confines of our border.

 SUSPICIOUS CIRCUMSTANCES

 To begin with the Sheriff's posse had been warned of the general bad reputation of the LeWiS'S. A Stran- ger who claimed to be from Texas, had been seen skulking on the pre- miSeS for several days previous, but had not ventured to make himself known to others than the family. A horse suiting the description of the one belonging to Thomson was seen on the premises. When Old man Lewis was called up by our Sheriff'S posse, on first making his appearance, he asked, "IS that you ThomSon?" These and other sur roundings confirmed the suspicious of the officers that they were on the right trail.

 A LIFE FOR A LIFE, A TOOTH FOR

 A TOOTH.

 Upon seeing what had befallen his comrade, true as steel, the brave and intrepid Milan rushed to the rescue, blinded by the smoke from simultaneously MT. w. B. White, who it will be remembered had placed himself upon guard at window Of the room, as soon as he could complrehend what had been done, also fired, and the lifeleSs body of young Lewis fell torn and bleeding to the floor.

 THAT AWFUL NIGHT

 Having every reason to believe they were surrounded by a gang of deSperados and thieves, and in their very nest as it were, where the shot of gun is the only necessary sig nal for their SWarming like so many bees, most men would have fled in dread of overpowering numbers. Regardless of their own personal safety and with thoughts only of their wounded and dying friend, their first care was to administer to the wants of his death-bed. With such remedies as were to be had, with fearful eyes and pitying hearts, all through that dreadful night, Messrs. White and Milan did all in human power to Sooth his dying pillow. After leaving him in good hands and with a consciousness of having done all they could they set out for home about daylight that morning to impart the dreadful news to the widow, orphans and friends of the unfortunate man, and reached here about Sundown on the night of July 4th, after 72 hours without rest or sleep.

 THE FATE OF POOR SANDERS

 Upon being shot MT. Sanders ex- claimed, "boyS I am killed" He then sought the hall way of the house where he lay himself down upon the hard floor to yield up to it's Giver the spirit of as brave. true ana chrlStlan a man as ever lived or died. Knowing that the ruthless hand of death was upon him, sep arated from the wife of his bosom and the loved ones of his peaceful and quiet little home far away, no words of complaint escaped his lips, no reproachful or vengeful words did he utter against his murdererS: no earthly considerations seemed to occupy his mind although rapidly approaching his dissolution which he was expecting at any moment; his thoughts seemed to dwell not upon things earthly but upon heav- enly subjects.

 THE REV. FLEMON SANDERS

 Was a native of Virginia, but had been citizen of this part of Arkan- SaS for several years. He served gallantly and faithfully in the Con federate army during the late civil war. At the time of his death he was engaged in farming and school teaching about four miles west of prescott, near ArteSian Church. He was a regular ordained minister in the Cumberland Presbyterian church. He was a mason, a chris tan and gentleman of taste and culture.

 It was our pleasure to be person. ally acquainted with the deceased. He was a man upon whom nature had bestowed many of her richest and choicest gifts, brave and true man, a man of education and refine ment, a man of worth and talents, and a man whom Nevada county recognized as one of her chosen sons, and his loss to us is almost ir- reparable. His pen and voice can no longer be used in defense of those principles which should govern