ded into
moans, and soon the black swooned away into unconsciousness. Still not
content with their heartless work, they pulled the Negro out and kicked
him into the gutter. For the time those who had beaten the black seemed
satisfied and left him groaning in the gutter, but others came up, and,
regretting that they had not had a hand in the affair, they determined
to evidence their bravery to their fellows and beat the man while he was
in the gutter, hurling rocks and stones at his black form. One
thoughtless white brute, worse even than the black slayer of the police
officers, thought to make himself a hero in the eyes of his fellows and
fired his revolver repeatedly into the helpless wretch. It was dark and
the fellow probably aimed carelessly. After firing three or four shots
he also left without knowing what extent of injury he inflicted on the
black wretch who was left lying in the gutter.

+MURDER ON THE LEVEE+

One part of the crowd made a raid on the tenderloin district, hoping to
find there some belated Negro for a sacrifice. They were urged on by the
white prostitutes, who applauded their murderous mission. Says an account:

The red light district was all excitement. Women--that is, the white
women--were out on their stoops and peeping over their galleries and
through their windows and doors, shouting to the crowd to go on with
their work, and kill Negroes for them.

"Our best wishes, boys," they encouraged; and the mob answered with
shouts, and whenever a Negro house was sighted a bombardment was started
on the doors and windows.

No colored men were found on the streets until the mob reached Custom
House Place and Villiers Streets. Here a victim was found and brutally put
to death. The _Picayune_ description is as follows:

Some stragglers had run a Negro into a car at the corner of Bienville
and Villere Streets. He was seeking refuge in the conveyance, and he
believed that the car would not be stopped and could speed along. But
the mob determined to stop the car, and ordered the motorman to halt. He
put on his brake. Some white men were in the car.

"Get out, fellows," shouted several of the mob.

"All whites fall out," was the second cry, and the poor Negro understood
that it was meant that he should stay in the car.

He wanted to save his life. The poor fellow crawled under the seats. But
some one in the crowd saw him and yelled th