A crowd runs on them, and lifts them up. Byerley
shakes his cane, but leaves the ground, leaning on the arms of two friends, who bear him to a hospital close by. Warmoth
gives up his knife, and yields himself prisoner to a captain of police.
lingers a few hours, and then expires.
Having met his death in fighting an intruder, Byerley
is the hero of New Orleans, and a long train of carriages follows him to his grave.
is one of his pall-bearers, and more than two thousand citizens march behind his hearse.
No. one pretends to think the worse of General Warmoth
for having killed a man. His prison is a court, his visiting-book filled with famous names.
calls on him in jail.
are no less courteous, and Speaker Wiltz
pays him a formal visit.
Five hundred citizens go to see him in a single day. Never has Warmoth
found himself so popular.
Nobody holds him guilty of the blood so lately shed, and when the charge is brought before a judge, he is at once discharged.
“ I thought Byerley
was fully armed,” says Warmoth
, in explanation of his use of the knife,
“and I only struck at him in self-defence.
He came ”