pushing when those in front yelled, “We’ve got him,” and then it was that the attack on the bleeding Negro was resumed.  A vicious kick directed at the Negro’s head sent him into the gutter, and for a moment the body sank from view beneath the muddy, slimy water.  “Pull him out; don’t let him drown,” was the cry, and instantly several of the men around the half-drowned Negro bent down and drew the body out.  Twisting the body around they drew the head and shoulders up on the street, while from the waist down the Negro’s body remained under the water.  As soon as the crowd saw that the Negro was still alive they again began to beat and kick him.  Every few moments they would stop and striking matches look into the man’s face to see if he still lived.  To better see if he was dead they would stick lighted matches to his eyes.  Finally, believing he was dead they left him and started out to look for other Negroes.  Just about this time some one yelled, “He ain’t dead,” and the men came back and renewed the attack.  While the men were beating and pounding the prostrate form with stones and sticks a man in the crowd ran up, and crying, “I’ll fix the d—–­ Negro,” poked the muzzle of a pistol almost against the body and fired.  This shot must have ended the man’s life, for he lay like a stone, and realizing that they were wasting energy in further attacks, the men left their victim lying in the street.

The same paper, on the same day, July 26, describes the brutal butchery of an aged colored man early in the morning: 

Baptiste Philo, a Negro, seventy-five years of age, was a victim of mob violence at Kerlerec and North Peters Streets about 2:30 o’clock this morning.  The old man is employed about the French Market, and was on his way there when he was met by a crowd and desperately shot.  The old man found his way to the Third Precinct police station, where it was found that he had received a ghastly wound in the abdomen.  The ambulance was summoned and he was conveyed to the Charity Hospital.  The students pronounced the wound fatal after a superficial examination.

Mob rule continued Thursday, its violence increasing every hour, until 2 p.m., when the climax seemed to be reached.  The fact that colored men and women had been made the victims of brutal mobs, chased through the streets, killed upon the highways and butchered in their homes, did not call the best element in New Orleans to active exertion in behalf of law and order.  The killing of a few Negroes more or less by irresponsible mobs does not cut much figure in Louisiana.  But when the reign of mob law exerts a depressing influence upon the stock market and city securities begin to show unsteady standing in money centers, then the strong arm of the good white people of the South asserts itself and order is quickly brought out of chaos.