springs on the wall with one hand and both
feet.

Parr, riding up, seeing this, called out to the
murderer, "What, are you not contented yet?"
and rode fast up to the wounded man, who was
already dripping with blood. Horsfall said to
the farmer coming so providentially to his
assistance:

"Good man, you are a stranger to me, but
pray ride on to Mr. Horsfall's house" (his
brother's), "and get assistance. I am shot."

Parr, supporting him in his arms—for he
grew sick and faint, and was falling—said:

"Are you Mr. Horsfall of Marsden?"

As he groaned "I am," the blood spurted
from his side, and he fell off his horse.

Parr then drew him to the side of the road,
and a clothier, named Bannister, supported him
in his arms till two boys came up with a cart and
removed the dying man to the Warren House.

When the surgeon came, he found poor
Horsfall's pulse weak faint and tremulous, and he
was pale and sick. One ball had passed through
his left side to his right side, and nearly cut the
femoral artery. The other ball had pierced his
left thigh. He died in about thirty-eight hours.

A labourer in the adjacent fields, who saw
the murder perpetrated, was seized with terror,
and fled. Another man, ignorant of the murder,
saw four men run and clamber over a wall into
Dungeon Wood. In getting over the bars, part
of a pistol was seen under one of the men's coat,
and the ploughman said to himself:

"There go Luds; we shall have mischief
to-night!"

The man (probably Mellor), seeing the pistol
was observed, drew his top-coat down over it.
Smith and Walker hid their pistols in two ant-
hills in the wood, and also Meilor's powder-horn.
Mellor and Thorpe then ordered their
companions to go Honley way, and gave them two
shillings to buy beer. They went on two miles
further to Honley, and there drank seven or
eight pints of ale. There was a drunken collier
there, and the collier, pleased with Smith's
excellent whistling, got up and tried to dance.
Soon after, some pale frightened men came in
from Huddersfield market, and brought word
that Mr. Horsfall had been shot, and was lying
half dead at the Warren House.

The next day, Walker was sent for by Mellor
to come into his shop at Longroyd Mill. Mellor,
Thorpe, and Smith, then produced a Bible, and
ordered him to kiss it, and swear to keep the
secret "in all its circumstances." Six other
workmen had already been sworn. Mellor had
burnt his finger in firing, and it was then bound
up, while Thorpe's face had been scratched in
running through the plantation.

Mellor and Thorpe's pistols Mellor had left
at his cousin's at Dungeon Wood, where the
apprentices hid them under some flocks, and
after that in the laite. At this house Mellor
also left his own bottle-green top-coat and
Thorpe's, and took his cousin's drab coat away
as a disguise.

The Luddites were now triumphant, and quiet
and honest people were frantic with fear. We
draw upon our local authority for a picture of the
aspect of things at this crisis. There were,
however, brave men still resolute and determined. "At
Marsden, on the receipt of the intelligence, the
authorities, undismayed, prepared for all
emergencies and redoubled their precautions. The
head-quarters of cavalry were at the house now
belonging to Mr. Robert Taylor. It was then
the principal inn in the village, and known as
the Old Red Lion, kept by a landlord named
John Race. The large room still extending
over the entire building—now applied to a far
different purpose—was converted into barracks
for the cavalry, their horses being kept in the
adjoining stables. At Ottiwells, where a portion
of the infantry was continually on guard during
the night, prompt measures against a probable
attack were taken. Watch and ward was
maintained by the soldiery and the local constabulary,
a strict surveillance was kept over all
suspected individuals, and no lights were
permitted in any dwellings after nine o'clock in
the evening. It was naturally anticipated that
Woodbottom Mill and its proprietors would be
the next objects of vengeance, and preparations
were made to frustrate it. For months past,
Enoch and James Taylor had slept in the mill
in consequence of their lives being threatened
and their own dwellings being unsafe, and they
formed part of the mill garrison at night. Their
future partner, Arthur Hirst, was the woollen
engineer at the mill, and he vigorously laboured
to convert the factory into a fortified place,
becoming for the time a military engineer. The
windows of the first story were barricaded. The
doors and window-shutters were coated inside
with sheet iron. All communication between
the first and upper stories could be cut off, and
the defenders inside were enabled to fire upon
an attacking force from the upper stories while
sheltered themselves. A trap-door on a floor
over the water-wheel had been so ingeniously
planned by Arthur Hirst, that if the rioters had
gained an entrance they would, on touching
the flooring, drop through it into the wheel-
race below."

Such was the fear of the vengeance of the
Luddites, that Mellor and his companions
remained undiscovered for nearly a year. Though
two thousand pounds (a large sum for poor
workmen) was offered for their apprehension,
they remained going in and out at Longroyd
Mill just as usual, though several dozen men
must have known of their guilt. At last,
Benjamin Walker, tempted by the reward, betrayed
them, and was admitted evidence for the crown.
"A special commission was held at York
before Baron Thomas and Judge Le Blanc for the
trial of the Luddites, sixty-four in number, who
were concerned in the disturbances in the West
Riding. The assizes commenced on Saturday,
January 2nd, 1813, and terminated on the 12th
of the same month. Amongst the prisoners
were three of the murderers of Mr. Horsfall,
namely, George Mellor, William Thorpe, and
Thomas Smith. The evidence against them was