Frontier and pioneer life -- Oregon; Frontier and pioneer life -- Washington (State)
possible, the facts and circumstances identifying the guilty parties. I
remained in the engine-house until after one o'clock, listening to the
reports, made by patrolmen concerning suspicious characters, which were
summarily examined and in most cases were dismissed as unfounded; but in
a few cases the order was made to keep these suspects under strict
surveillance, awaiting further developments. Between one and two o'clock
a. m. the report came in that the guilty parties had been arrested,
delivered to the sheriff and by him locked up in the County jail. They
had been found concealed under bales of hay on Harrington's wharf. One
had in his possession a pistol, but recently discharged. There were two
of them. The news of their capture spread like wildfire. The patrolmen
and other citizens came rushing in to the engine-house; and when the
captors gave an account of their success, they were angrily asked, why
they had delivered them to the sheriff, and why they had not brought
them to the engine-house? The question was ominous. They were told that
the captives were in the proper custody; and they were asked what they
wanted the captives brought to the engine-house for? The reply was, that
they wanted to look at them. This was still more ominous. I saw that so
firm was the conviction that the parties arrested and in the rightful
custody of the sheriff, were the guilty parties, that if the populace
could get hold of them they would be strung up, without examination or
trial. To this threatened act I was opposed, and I left the meeting and
went down to my office. The light was still burning in the front room; I
extinguished it, and, leaving the front door unlocked, went to the rear
or consultation-room, locked the door and sat in a chair to meditate in
the darkness on the situation, or condition of affairs. I had not been
there long before two persons whom I recognized by their voices came
into the front room and called me by name. I did not answer. They then
came to the door of the consultation-room, rapped on the door, called me
by my name and gave their own names. I finally admitted them. They told
me that they had just left the crowd at the engine-house, and that the
determination was fast approaching unity, and, if its culmination was
not prevented, the captured men would be taken out of the jail and hung
that night. They thought that I might prevent such an unnecessary and
unwarranted ending of our grand and successful work. Knowing that the
sheriff was a man of nerve and courage, and fearless in the discharge of
his official duty I dreaded the result of such an undertaking, and I
finally consented to go.
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