hiss, and hide when they first see the face of man.
These were now dragged forth and shot. Not all
these men who made this mob, bad as they were,
did this only a few ; but enough to leave, as far
as they could, no living thing. Christ! it was
pitiful! The babies did not scream. Not a wail,
not a sound. The murdered men and women, in
the few minutes that the breath took leave, did not
even groan.
As we came up a man named u Shon" at least, that was all the name I knew for him held up a baby by the leg, a naked, bony little thing, which he had dragged from under a lodge held it up with one hand, and with the other blew its head to pieces with his pistol.
I must stop here to say that this man Shon soon left camp, and was afterwards hung by the Vigilance Committee at Lewis ton, Idaho Territory ; that he whined for his life like a puppy, and died like a coward as he was. I chronicle this fact with a feeling of perfect delight.
He was a tall, spare man, with small, grey eyes, a weak, wicked mouth, colourless and treacherous, that was for ever smiling and smirking in your face.
Shun a man like that. A man who always smiles is a treacherous-natured, contemptible coward.
He knows, himself, how villainous and contemp tible he is, and he feels that you know it too, and so tries to smile his way into your favour. Turn away from the man who smiles and smiles, and rubs his
