TIL TAYLOR— SHERIFF 



plentiful, but the first clue came from the brake- 

 men on the west bound extra, No. 21136. They 

 had seen five men drop off the freight at Mission, 

 six miles east of Pendleton, and make for the brush 

 near the river. Posses, hastily organized, struck out in 

 every direction, but when it was known a clean get- 

 away had been made, returned for definite orders and 

 found that Sheriff Taylor was dead. As men came 

 into the office of the late sheriff for orders, tears 

 glistened in their eyes, but their eyelids did not quiver 

 and their hearts were hard. 



Following the clue, armed to the teeth, they shot out 

 in cars. One large posse thoroughly searched the 

 wheatfields and brush about Mission. Lingren, the 

 first to skip out and who had no hand in the fight had 

 evidently boarded the same freight, and was shortly 

 captured about twelve miles from Pendleton at Cayuse. 

 In less than ten hours he was again behind the bars, 

 but gave absolutely no information of the where- 

 abouts of the other five fugitives. Evidence was ob- 

 tained later, however, which proved that the posse was 

 within ten yards of where they were. 



Bloodhounds from the state penitentiary at Walla 

 Walla, fifty miles from Pendleton, were rushed to the 

 scene ; all points on the railroads were carefully guard- 

 ed, even mountain cabins were notified, and the hunt 

 reorganized. Twilight found over one hundred men 

 at Mission with the hounds in leash. They stalked the 

 fugitives throughout the night, the largest posse, whip- 

 ping one long canyon, saw daylight on Cabbage Hill 

 in the foothills of the Blue Mountains eighteen miles 

 away. 



Here they found that the meat house of a construc- 

 tion camp had been robbed. Cheese, sausage and 



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