Riding the Stang
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Melisa Blye Is set astride the toothed portion of a horse drawn hay rake. The tines, rough and splintered from being dragged across stony fields, force their way between her thighs. She screams in agony as the beam is lifted, Her body sways, balanced on her shameful fulcrum.
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Melisa Blye is carried the entire length the village, several miles distance. They ask her if the wooden prongs are large enough to satisfy a slut such as her.
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Nearly the entire population of the village, men women and even children, have turned out to witness her ride of shame. She begs her neighbors to release her, to show some mercy. Even the men who had once visited her at night with more tender intent now join in a more brutal sport.
Re: Riding the Stang
Actual news story, From the Syracuse Journal, July 30th 1870
It appears that a party of about twenty ruffians at the Cortlandville, fifteen miles from this city, having more of brutal passions than moral sensitiveness, assumed the responsibility of meeting out punishment as avengers of the sad death of a most worthy woman, who, after a year of unhappy suspicions that her husband was unfaithful to her, became satisfied of his infidelity, and sought relief from her grief, disappointment and blasted hopes in the water of the Tioughnioga river, at near the midnight hour of Tuesday. She was the wedded and faithful wife of Christopher H. Moore, who has heretofore had a good reputation and moved in the best circles of society. Mrs. Moore was a lady of culture, and enjoyed the fullest confidence and esteem of those with whom she became associated.
A coroner’s inquest was held on Wednesday, and the jury found as follows:
“That Laura J. Moore came to her death by strangulation and drowning by her own act, while in a state of temporary mental aberration, caused by a belief on her part that an intimacy existed between her husband and one Melissa Blye.”
The verdict verified suspicions that had already been whispered, and on Thursday a party of some twenty men and boys resolved to wreak vengeance on the woman who had usurped the place belonging only to another, and also to punish the man who had brought dishonor upon himself and a sad and untimely death to his faithful and loving wife. Accordingly, at about eleven o’clock on the night in question, when quiet reigned throughout the village, this party of conspirators and anti-law-abiding citizens proceeded to the residence of Melissa Blye, situated a few doors south of the Messenger House, and bursting the door, entered the house. She with her husband had retired, but a foremost member of the party gave the order that both be seized, and the order was quickly executed. The woman was in a twinkling taken to the street, and her husband Henry, taken to the yard and tied fast to the fence, where he was kept until released under the promise that he would still the cries of a little daughter, who was frantic from fear incident to the unusual proceedings. The woman was no sooner in the street than her clothing was entirely removed and a coating of tar was applied to her, cap a pie (head to foot). She was then cast into a bag of feathers, and when she emerged from it, found that her troubles had but just commenced. Then she was placed upon the teeth portion of a horse-rake, and elevated upon the shoulders of four of the party, who were lost to all sense of self-respect, and in this condition she was carried through the streets to the Cortland House, other members of the gang meantime relighting the street lamps, singing songs, asking indecent questions, and making lewd and bawdy remarks. The woman protested most strongly against the treatment, and implored some “friends” whom she recognized among her assailants to protect her from further insult, and reminded them of their intimacy with her in the past. She pleaded for her life, and again and again besought them to let her go; but their ears were deaf to all entreaties, and old friendships were broken. Arrived at the Cortland House, where Moore was boarding, the mob attempted to enter, for the purpose of seizing Moore and subjecting him to their merciless treatment; but the landlord, with pistol in hand, forbade an entrance. The cowards then turned to and sent a shower of stones through the windows of the rooms occupied by the faithless husband, breaking them to pieces. By this time about three hundred people had been awakened and became spectators of the scenes. Finding it quite unsafe to attempt the abduction of Moore, the party concluded to retrace their steps in military order. The woman was therefore taken from the rake upon which she had for some time been seated, and it was put among the other rakes, and as soon as they could be formed into a platoon the woman was place at the front and all moved on.
The sidewalks were covered with men and women, who kept pace with the chief performers of the scene. In advance of, and subject to the orders of these dishonored men, a defenseless woman was driven through the street, neither in woman’s garb or that which God gave her, but one which should for ever be a shame to those who were so lost to all sense of decency and honor as those who prepared it. Ribald songs were sung as they moved along, and at intervals they halted and compelled the woman to answer such questions as might be put, and also to obey commands to face to the right and to the left. Some dared to make speeches in which language should have shocked refined ears was used. But finally the end was reached and the victim of their revenge allowed to depart, and the people returned to their homes to comment on the affair. The next morning Moore was informed that he was yet to undergo similar treatment, and he lost no time in shaking the dust of that village from his shoes and leaving for parts unknown. We are informed that application was made to the proper village officer for warrants for the arrest of all who participated in the proceedings of Thursday evening, and that the request was denied. It is also stated that application was next made to a like officer at Homer, who also refused to grant warrants.
It appears that a party of about twenty ruffians at the Cortlandville, fifteen miles from this city, having more of brutal passions than moral sensitiveness, assumed the responsibility of meeting out punishment as avengers of the sad death of a most worthy woman, who, after a year of unhappy suspicions that her husband was unfaithful to her, became satisfied of his infidelity, and sought relief from her grief, disappointment and blasted hopes in the water of the Tioughnioga river, at near the midnight hour of Tuesday. She was the wedded and faithful wife of Christopher H. Moore, who has heretofore had a good reputation and moved in the best circles of society. Mrs. Moore was a lady of culture, and enjoyed the fullest confidence and esteem of those with whom she became associated.
A coroner’s inquest was held on Wednesday, and the jury found as follows:
“That Laura J. Moore came to her death by strangulation and drowning by her own act, while in a state of temporary mental aberration, caused by a belief on her part that an intimacy existed between her husband and one Melissa Blye.”
The verdict verified suspicions that had already been whispered, and on Thursday a party of some twenty men and boys resolved to wreak vengeance on the woman who had usurped the place belonging only to another, and also to punish the man who had brought dishonor upon himself and a sad and untimely death to his faithful and loving wife. Accordingly, at about eleven o’clock on the night in question, when quiet reigned throughout the village, this party of conspirators and anti-law-abiding citizens proceeded to the residence of Melissa Blye, situated a few doors south of the Messenger House, and bursting the door, entered the house. She with her husband had retired, but a foremost member of the party gave the order that both be seized, and the order was quickly executed. The woman was in a twinkling taken to the street, and her husband Henry, taken to the yard and tied fast to the fence, where he was kept until released under the promise that he would still the cries of a little daughter, who was frantic from fear incident to the unusual proceedings. The woman was no sooner in the street than her clothing was entirely removed and a coating of tar was applied to her, cap a pie (head to foot). She was then cast into a bag of feathers, and when she emerged from it, found that her troubles had but just commenced. Then she was placed upon the teeth portion of a horse-rake, and elevated upon the shoulders of four of the party, who were lost to all sense of self-respect, and in this condition she was carried through the streets to the Cortland House, other members of the gang meantime relighting the street lamps, singing songs, asking indecent questions, and making lewd and bawdy remarks. The woman protested most strongly against the treatment, and implored some “friends” whom she recognized among her assailants to protect her from further insult, and reminded them of their intimacy with her in the past. She pleaded for her life, and again and again besought them to let her go; but their ears were deaf to all entreaties, and old friendships were broken. Arrived at the Cortland House, where Moore was boarding, the mob attempted to enter, for the purpose of seizing Moore and subjecting him to their merciless treatment; but the landlord, with pistol in hand, forbade an entrance. The cowards then turned to and sent a shower of stones through the windows of the rooms occupied by the faithless husband, breaking them to pieces. By this time about three hundred people had been awakened and became spectators of the scenes. Finding it quite unsafe to attempt the abduction of Moore, the party concluded to retrace their steps in military order. The woman was therefore taken from the rake upon which she had for some time been seated, and it was put among the other rakes, and as soon as they could be formed into a platoon the woman was place at the front and all moved on.
The sidewalks were covered with men and women, who kept pace with the chief performers of the scene. In advance of, and subject to the orders of these dishonored men, a defenseless woman was driven through the street, neither in woman’s garb or that which God gave her, but one which should for ever be a shame to those who were so lost to all sense of decency and honor as those who prepared it. Ribald songs were sung as they moved along, and at intervals they halted and compelled the woman to answer such questions as might be put, and also to obey commands to face to the right and to the left. Some dared to make speeches in which language should have shocked refined ears was used. But finally the end was reached and the victim of their revenge allowed to depart, and the people returned to their homes to comment on the affair. The next morning Moore was informed that he was yet to undergo similar treatment, and he lost no time in shaking the dust of that village from his shoes and leaving for parts unknown. We are informed that application was made to the proper village officer for warrants for the arrest of all who participated in the proceedings of Thursday evening, and that the request was denied. It is also stated that application was next made to a like officer at Homer, who also refused to grant warrants.
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