text:  Suffice it to say that to any one _viewing_ the body as we thus happened to do the atrocity of this heartless treason against society and the injured dead becomes yet more striking; it seeming wonderful that the piteousness of the sight--the mute pleading of that mouth full of cloated blood--the arousing ocular evidence of the unprovoked assassin's cruelty--the helplessness of the aged woman--her innocence--all should not have kindled humanity in their hearts (if all principle was dead in their dark minds ) just enough to dare to call a foul murder "murder"--to turn those twelve Rebecca-ridden crouching slaves into _men_! Some of them probably had old helpless mothers at home; did no flying vision of her white hairs all blooded and the breast where they had lain and fed full of blood also cross the conscience of one of them when by their conspiracy protection for life was to be denied to her to all by their unheard-of abuse of the only known British protective power--trial by jury? It is almost an apology for them to imagine that one or more of them were actually part of the gang