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7 o'clock P. M.
Mob law is again triumphant; the soldiers discovered the hiding-places of the publishers and seized their unfortunate victims, but the citizens rescued them, and with great difficulty carried them to the police-station.
Their preservation from death was a very remarkable circumstance, and had it not been for a few brave men their lives would have paid the penalty of their deeds.
Among those who displayed the most commendable bravery in rescuing them, I would mention John Foss, Esq., the Warden of the Prison.
The victims were hurried to the police-station on the full run, the crowd following after, and shouting “Lynch them!”
“lynch them!”
The citizens are endeavoring to calm the rioters, but are fearful of another outbreak before morning.
As I close I learn that the publishers have been secretly carried to the State Prison, in order to render them as secure as possible; they are considerably bruised, but not seriously injured.
A flag has been suspended across the street in front of the office, bearing the words, “The doom of traitors.”