+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 of the market.

The police in the neighborhood rallied hurriedly and found the victim of mob violence seemingly lifeless.  Before they arrived the Negro had been beaten severely about the head and body.  The ambulance was summoned and Taylor was carried to the charity hospital, where it was found that he had been shot through the abdomen and arm.  The examination was a hurried one, but it sufficed to show that Taylor was mortally wounded.

After shooting Taylor the members of the mob were pluming themselves on their exploit.  “The Nigger was at the soda water stand and we commenced shooting him,” said one of the rioters.  “He put his hands up and ran, and we shot until he fell.  I understand that he is still alive.  If he is, he is a wonder.  He was certainly shot enough to be killed.”

  The members of the mob readily admitted that they had taken part in the
  assaults which marked the earlier part of the evening.

  “We were up on Jackson Avenue and killed a Nigger on Villere Street.  We
  came down here, saw a nigger and killed him, too.”  This was the way they
  told the story.

  “Boys, we are out of ammunition,” said someone.

  “Well, we will keep on like we are, and if we can’t get some before
  morning, we will take it.  We have got to keep this thing up, now we have
  started.”

  This declaration was greeted by a chorus of applauding yells, and the
  crowd started up the levee.  Half of the men in the crowd, and they were
  all of them young, were drunk.

Taylor, when seen at the charity hospital, was suffering greatly, and presented a pitiable spectacle.  His clothing was covered with blood, and his face was beaten almost into a pulp.  He said that he had gone to the market to work and was quietly sitting down when the mob came and began to fire on him.  He was not aware at first that the crowd was after him.  When he saw its purpose he tried to run, but fell.  He didn’t know any of the men in the crowd.  There is hardly a chance that Taylor will recover.

  The police told the crowd to move on, but no attempt was made to arrest
  anyone.