at he was hiding. Two or
three men climbed through the windows with their pistols; others jumped
over the motorman's board, and dozens tumbled into the rear of the car.
Big, strong hands got the Negro by the shirt. He was dragged out of the
conveyance, and was pushed to the street. Some fellow ran up and struck
him with a club. The blow was heavy, but it did not fell him, and the
Negro ran toward Canal Street, stealing along the wall of the Tulane
Medical Building. Fifty men ran after him, caught the poor fellow and
hurried him back into the crowd. Fists were aimed at him, then clubs
went upon his shoulders, and finally the black plunged into the gutter.

A gun was fired, and the Negro, who had just gotten to his feet, dropped
again. He tried to get up, but a volley was sent after him, and in a
little while he was dead.

The crowd looked on at the terrible work. Then the lights in the houses
of ill-fame began to light up again, and women peeped out of the blinds.
The motorman was given the order to go on. The gong clanged and the
conveyance sped out of the way. For half an hour the crowd held their
place at the corner, then the patrol wagon came and the body was picked
up and hurried to the morgue.

Coroner Richard held an autopsy on the body of the Negro who was forced
out of car 98 of the Villere line and shot down. It was found that he
was wounded four times, the most serious wound being that which struck
him in the right side, passing through the lungs, and causing
hemorrhages, which brought about death.

Nobody tried to identify the poor fellow and his name is unknown.

+A VICTIM IN THE MARKET+

Soon after the murder of the man on the street car many of the same mob
marched down to the market place. There they found a colored market man
named Louis Taylor, who had gone to begin his early morning's work. He was
at once set upon by the mob and killed. The _Picayune_ account says:

Between 1 and 2 o'clock this morning a mob of several hundred men and
boys, made up of participants in many of the earlier affairs, marched on
the French Market. Louis Taylor, a Negro vegetable carrier, who is about
thirty years of age, was sitting at the soda water stand. As soon as the
mob saw him fire was opened and the Negro took to his heels. He ran
directly into another section of the mob and any number of shots were
fired at him. He fell, face down, on the floor