Ha--oop! Come along, boys; I say let's do somethin' ludikerous, ef it's nothin' but a little larson." And so they went galloping down the road, nine drunken fools.

For it is one of the beauties of lynch law, that, however justifiable it may seem in some instances, it always opens the way to villainous outrages.

Some of my readers will protest that a man was never lynched for the crime of being a Dutchman.

Which only shows how little they know of the intense prejudice and lawless violence of the early West.

Some day people will not believe that men have been killed in California for being Chinamen.
Of the nine who started, one, the drunkest, fell off and broke his arm; the rest rode up in front of the cabin of Gottlieb Wehle.