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 that 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.