This execution occasioned a great storm of indignation among the
adherents of law and order. Serious-minded men, like Judge Shattuck,
admitted the essential justice rendered, but condemned strongly the
method.
"Of course they were murderers," cried the judge, "and of course they
should have been hung, and of course the city is better off without
either of them. I'm not afraid of their friends, and I don't care who
knows what I think! And some very worthy citizens, wrongly, are
involved in this, some citizens whom otherwise I greatly respect. It is
better that a hundred criminals should escape than that the whole law
of California should be outraged by an act that denies at once the
value and the authority of our government. The energy, the talent for
organization, that this committee has displayed in the exercise of
usurped authority, might have been directed in aid of the courts,
consistently with the constitution and the laws, with, equal if not
greater efficiency."
But very few were able to see it in this calm spirit. The ruling class,
the "chivalry," the best element of the city had been slapped in the
face. And by whom? By a lot of "Yankee shopkeepers," assisted by
renegades like Keith, Talbot Ward, and others. The committee was a lot
of stranglers; they ought to be punished as murderers; they ought to be
shot down, egad, as revolutionaries! It was realized that street
shooting had temporarily become unsafe; otherwise, there is no doubt
that the hotheads would have gone forth deliberately abrawling. There
were many threats made against individuals, many condign--and
lawless--punishments promised them.
As an undercurrent, nowhere expressed or even acknowledged, was a
strong feeling of relief. Any Law and Order would have fought at the
mere suggestion; but every one of them felt it. After all, the law had
been surprised and overpowered. It had yielded only to overwhelming
odds. With the execution of Cora and Casey accomplished, the committee
might be expected to disband. And, of course, when it did disband, then
the law would have its innings. Its forces would be better organized
and consolidated, its power assured. It could then apprehend and bring
to justice the ringleaders of this unwarranted undertaking. Like dogs
at the heels of a retreating foe, the hotheads became bolder as this
secret conviction gained strength. They were in favour of using an
armed force to take Coleman and his fellow-conspirators into the
custody of the law. Calmer spirits held this scheme in check.
"Let them have rope," advised Blatchford. "I know mobs. Now that
they've hung somebody, their spirit will die down. Give them a few
days."
But to the surprise, and indignation of these people, the Vigilantes
showed no of an intention to disband. On the contrary, their activities
extended and their organization tightened. The various companies
drilled daily until they went through evolutions and the manual of arms
with all the perfection of regular troops. The committee's books
remained open; by the last of the week over seven thousand men had
signed the rolls. Vanloads of furniture and various supplies were
backed up before the doors of headquarters, and were carried within by
members of the organization--no non-member ever saw the inside of the
building while it was occupied by the Vigilantes. The character of
these furnishings and supplies would seem to argue an intention of
permanence. Stoves, cooking utensils, cot beds, provisions, blankets,
bulletin boards, arms, chairs, tables, field guns, ammunition, were
only some items. Doorkeepers were always in attendance. Sentinels
patrolled the streets and the roof. The great warehouse took on an
exceedingly animated appearance.
The Executive Committee was in session all of each day. It became known
that a "black list" of some sort was in preparation. On the heels of
this orders came for the Vigilante police, instructing them to arrest
certain men and to warn certain others to leave town immediately. It
was evident that a clean sweep was contemplated.
Among the first of those arrested was the notorious Yankee Sullivan, an
ex-prize fighter, ward heeler, ballot-box staffer, and shoulder
striker. He had always been a pillar of strength to those engaged in
corrupt practices. This man went to pieces completely. He confessed the
details of many of his own crimes but, what was more important,
implicated many others as well. His testimony was invaluable, not
necessarily as final proof against those whom he accused, but as
indications for thorough investigations. Finally, unexpectedly, he
committed suicide in his cell. It seems he had been accustomed to from
sixty to eighty drinks of whiskey a day, and the sudden, complete
deprivation had destroyed him. Warned by this, the committee
henceforward issued regular rations of whiskey to its prisoners!
Trials in due order, with counsel for defence and ample opportunity to
call witnesses, went on briskly. Those who anticipated more hangings
were disappointed. It became known that the committee had set for
itself the rule that capital punishment would be inflicted only for
crimes so punishable by the regular law. But each outgoing ship carried
crowds of those on whom had been passed the sentence of banishment. The
majority of these were, of course, low thugs, "Sydney ducks," hangers
on; but a very large proportion were taken from what had been known as
the city's best. In the law courts these men would in many cases have
been declared as white as the driven snow. But they were undesirable
citizens; the committee so decided them; and bade them begone. Charles
Duane, Wooley Kearney, William Carr, Edward Bulger, Philander Brace,
William McLean, J.D. Musgrave, and Peter Wightman were well-known and
influential names found on the "black list," Peter Wightman, James
White, and our old friend, Ned McGowan, ran away. Hundreds of others
left the city. A terror spread among the ignorant and vicious of the
underworld. Some of the minor offenders brought in by the Vigilante
police were by the Executive Committee turned over to the regular law
courts. _Every one of such cases was promptly convicted by those
courts_!
This did not look much like disbanding, nor did any opportunity for
wholesale arrest of the anarchists seem imminent. The leaders of the
Law and Order faction were at last aroused.
"This is more than anarchy; it is revolution," said Judge Caldwell. "It
is a successful revolution because it is organized. The people of this
city are scattered and powerless. They in turn should be organized to
combat the forces of disorder."
In pursuance of this belief--that the public at large needed only to be
called together in order to defend its institutions--handbills were
printed and newspaper notices published calling a meeting for June and
in Portsmouth Square. Elaborate secret preparations, involving certain
distributions of armed men were made to prevent what was considered
certain interference. This was useless. Immediately after the
appearance of the notice the Committee of Vigilance issued orders that
the meeting was in no manner to be disturbed, and hung out placards
reading:
"Members of the Vigilance Committee: Order must be maintained."
"Friends of the Vigilance Committee: Keep out of the Square," etc.
The meeting was well attended. Enormous crowds gathered, not only in
and around the square itself, but in balconies and windows and on
housetops. It was a ribald, disrespectful crowd, evidently out for a
good time, calling back and forth, shouting question or comment at the
men gathered about the speaker's platform.
"What kind of a circus do you call this show, anyway?" roared a huge,
bare-armed miner in red shirt.
"This is the Law and Murder meeting," instantly answered some one from
a balcony.
This phrase tickled the crowd hugely. The words were passed from man to
man. Eventually they became the stereotyped retort. "Stranglers!"
sneered one faction. "Law and Murder!" flung back the other.
On the platform stood or sat the owners of many of the city's proud
names--judges, jurists, merchants, holders of high political office,
men whose influence a month ago had been paramount and irresistible.
Among them were famed orators, men who had never failed to hold and
influence a crowd. But two hundred feet away little could be heard. It
early became evident that, though there would be no interference, the
sentiment of the crowd was against them. And, what was particularly
maddening, the sentiment was good-humoured. Even the compliment of
being taken seriously was denied them!
Colonel Ed Baker came forward to speak. The colonel's gift of eloquence
was such that, in spite of his known principles, his lack of scruple,
his insincerity, he won his way to a picturesque popularity and fame.
Later he delivered a funeral oration over the remains of David
Broderick that has gone far to invest the memory of that hard-headed,
venal, unscrupulous politician with an aura of romance. But the crowd
would have little of him this day. An almost continuous uproar drowned
his efforts. Catch words such as liberty, constitution, _habeas
corpus_, trial by jury, freedom, etc., occasionally became audible. The
people were not interested.
"See Cora's defender!" cried someone, voicing the general suspicion
that Baker had been one of the little gambler's hidden counsel. "Cora!"
"Ed Baker!" "Ten thousand dollars!" "Out of that, you old reprobate!"
jeered the audience. He spoke ten minutes against the storm, then
yielded, red faced and angry. Others tried in vain. A Southerner named
Benham, while deploring passionately the condition of the city which
had been seized by a mob, robbed of its sacred rights, etc., happened
inadvertently to throw back his coat, thus revealing the butt of a
Colt's revolver. The bystanders caught the point at once.
"There's a pretty Law and Order man!" they shrieked. "Hey, Benham!
Don't you know it's against the law to go armed?"
"I carry this weapon," shrieked Benham, passionately shaking his fist,
"not as an instrument to overthrow the law, but to uphold it!"
A clear, steady voice from a nearby balcony made itself distinctly
heard:
"In other words, sir, you break the law in order to uphold the law," it
said. "What more are the Vigilantes doing?"
The crowd went wild over this repartee. The confusion became worse. Old
Judge Campbell was thrust forward, in the hope that his age and his
senior judgeship would command respect. He was unable to utter
consecutive sentences.
"I once thought," he interrupted himself piteously, "that I was the
free citizen of a free country, but recent occurrences have convinced
me that I am a slave; a slave, gentlemen, more a slave than any on a
Southern plantation for they know their masters, but I know not mine!"
But his auditors refused to be affected.
"Oh, yes, you do!" they informed him. "You know your masters as well as
anybody--two of them were hung the other day!"
After this the meeting broke up. The most ardent Law and Order man
could not deny that as a popular demonstration it had been a fizzle.
But if this attempt at home to gain coherence failed, up river the
partisans had better luck. A hasty messenger with tidings for the ear
of the Executive Committee only was followed by rapidly spreading
rumours. Five hundred men with two pieces of artillery were coming down
from Sacramento to liberate the prisoners, especially Billy Mulligan,
or die in the attempt. They were reported to be men from the southeast:
Texans, Carolinians, crackers from Pike County, all fire-eaters,
reckless, sure to make trouble. Their numbers were not in themselves
formidable, but every man knew the city still to be full of scattered
warriors needing only leaders and a rallying point. The materials for a
very pretty civil war were laid for the match. An uneasiness pervaded
headquarters, not for the outcome, but for the unavoidable fighting and
bloodshed.
Therefore, when Olney hastily entered the main hall early in the
evening, and in a loud voice called for "two hundred men with side arms
for especial duty," there was a veritable scramble to enlist. Olney
picked out the required number, selecting, it was afterward noticed,
only the big men physically. They fell in, and were marched quickly out
Market Street. It was dark. Expectations were high. Just beyond Second
Street, dimly visible against the sky or in the faint starlight, they
saw a mysterious force opposing them, men on foot, horses, the wheels
of guns. Each man gripped his revolver and set his teeth. Here,
evidently, from this ordinarily deserted and distant part of town, a
flanking attack was to have been delivered. As they drew nearer they
made out wagons; and nearer still-bale upon bale of gunny sacks, and
shovels!
The truth dawned on them, and a great laugh went up. "Sold! Sold!
Sold!" they cried.
But they set to work with a will, filled the gunny sacks with sand,
piled them on the wagons; and so by morning Fort Gunnybags, as
headquarters was thenceforth called, came into existence. Cannon were
mounted, breastworks piled, embrasures planned.
The five hundred fire-eaters were no myth. They disembarked, greeted
the horde of friends who had come to meet them, marched to Fort
Gunnybags, looked it over, thrust their hands in their pockets, and
walked peacefully away to the nearest barrooms!
Wise men. By now the Vigilante dispositions were so complete that in
the mere interest of examining so sudden yet so thorough an
organization, a paragraph or so may profitably be spent on it. Behind
headquarters was a long shed stable in which were to be found at all
hours saddle horses and artillery horses, all saddled and bridled,
ready for instant use. Twenty-six pieces of artillery, mostly sent in
by captains of merchant vessels in the harbour, were here parked. Other
cannon were mounted for the defence of Fort Gunnybags. Muskets, rifles,
and sabres enough to arm 6,000 men had been accumulated--and there were
6,000 men to use them! A French portable barricade had been constructed
in the event of possible street fighting, a sort of wheeled framework
that could be transformed into litters or scaling ladders. Sutlers'
offices and kitchens could feed a small army. Flags and painted signs
carrying the emblematic open eye of vigilance decorated the rooms, A
huge alarm bell had been mounted on the roof. The mattresses, beds,
cots, blankets, and other furniture necessary to sleep four companies
on the premises had been provided. A completely equipped armourer's
shop and a hospital with all supplies occupied the third story. The
forces were divided into four companies of artillery, one squadron and
two troops of cavalry, four regiments, and thirty-two companies of
infantry; besides the small but efficient police organization. A tap on
the bell gathered these men in an incredibly short space of time. "As a
rule," says Bancroft, "within fifteen minutes from the time the bell
was tapped, on any occasion, seven-tenths of the entire Vigilante
forces would be in their places armed ready for battle."
Another corps, not as heroic, but quite as necessary, it was found
advisable to appoint. The sacking of which Fort Gunnybags was made was
of very coarse texture. When dry, the sand filling tended to run out!
Therefore, those bags had to be kept constantly wet, and somebody had
to do it. Enemies sneeringly remarked that Fort Gunnybags consumed much
more water without than within; but this joke lost its point when it
became known that the committee, decades in advance of its period, had
prohibited alcohol absolutely!
Realizing from the two lamentable fiascos just recounted that little
could be accomplished by private initiative, the upholders of the law
turned their attention to Sacramento. Here they had every reason to
hope for success. No matter how well organized the Vigilantes might be,
or how thoroughly they carried the sympathies of the local public,
there could be no doubt that they were acting in defiance of the law,
were, in fact, no better than rebels. It was not only within the power,
it was the duty of the governor of the State to declare the city in a
condition of insurrection.
This being accomplished, it followed logically that the State troops
must put down the insurrection; and if they failed, there was still the
immense power of the republic to call upon. After all, when you look at
it that way, this handful of disturbers amounted to very little.
The first step was to win over the governor. Without him the next step
could not be taken. Accordingly all the big guns of San Francisco took
the _Senator_ for Sacramento. There they met Terry, Volney Howard, and
others of the same ilk. No governor of Johnson's sort could long
withstand such pressure. He promised to issue the proclamation of
insurrection as soon as it was "legally proved" that the committee had
acted outside the law. The mere fact that it had already hanged two men
and deported a great number of others meant nothing. That, apparently,
was not legal proof.
In order that all things should be legal, then, Terry issued a writ of
_habeas corpus_ for the body of one William Mulligan, and gave it into
the hands of Deputy-sheriff Harrison for service on the committee.
Nobody expected the latter to deliver over Mulligan.
"But they'll deny the writ," said Terry, "and that will constitute a
legal defiance of the State. The governor will then be legally
justified in issuing his proclamation, and ordering out the State
troops to enforce the writ."
If the State troops proved inadequate, the plan was then to call on the
United States--as locally represented by General Wool and Captain David
Farragut--for assistance. With this armed backing three times the
Vigilante force could be quickly subdued. As it was all legal, it could
not fail.
Harrison took the writ of _habeas corpus_ and proceeded to San
Francisco. He presented himself at headquarters, produced his writ, and
had himself announced to the Executive Committee then in session.
"Tell him to go to hell!" growled someone.
But a half-dozen members saw through the ruse, and interposed vigorous
objections.
"I move," said Dempster solemnly, "that our police be permitted to
remove all prisoners for a few hours."
This was carried, and put into immediate effect. Deputy Harrison was
then politely received, his writ fully acknowledged, and he was allowed
to search the premises. Of course he found nothing, and departed much
crestfallen. The scheme had failed. The committee had in no way denied
his authority or his writ. Harrison was no fool. He saw clearly what he
had been expected to do. On his way back to Sacramento he did some
thinking. To Terry he unblushingly returned the writ endorsed:
"Prevented from service by armed men." For the sake of the cause
Harrison had lied!
Johnson immediately issued his proclamation. The leaders turned with
confidence to the Federal authorities for assistance. To their blank
dismay General Wool refused to furnish arms. His position was that he
had no authority to do so without orders from Washington. The
sympathies of this doughty old soldier were not with this attempt.
Colonel Baker and Volney Howard waited on him, and after considerable
conversation made the mistake of threatening to report him to
Washington for refusing to uphold the law.
"I think, gentlemen," flashed back the veteran, "I know my duty, and in
its performance dread no responsibility."
So saying he bowed them from the room. Farragut equally could not
clearly see why he should train the guns of his ship on the city. With
this fiasco the opposition for the moment died. The Executive Committee
went on patiently working down through its black list. It announced
that after June 24th no new cases would be taken, A few days later it
proclaimed an "adjournment parade" on July 5th. It considered its work
done. The city had become safe.