Books [Isaac T. Davis]
Upon the evidence that Liz Jackson was only partly implicated she was turned loose with the warning to “get going and never come back”. She came [back-to?] get her snuff! Whereupon, she was promptly swung up and her life snuffed [out!?].
Andy Jackson was swinging from an oak alone; but near-by in a larger post-oak the other four were dangling like ebon ghosts when I saw them a short thirty-six hours after their crime had been committed!
My father, D.T. Davis, and my brother, Jim, both now deceased, were among the ring-leaders of this mob. The law never gave them any trouble for their action; after all, an atrociously criminal deed had been committed upon the wife of one of their own brother officers, naturally their feelings were in sympathy with the vigilants. What human could have felt otherwise after knowing an innocent mother had been brutally pulled from beside her baby, drug into the woods and forced to undergo the hell of savage beasts until her throat was laid open for death!