THE KILLING OF "SOAPY" SMITH AT THE HEAD OF HIS GANG WHILE TRYING TO BREAK UP THE MEETING OF THE LAW-ABIDING CITIZENS AT SKAGUAY ALASKA.
SKAGUAY, July 9. -- The five thousand people of this place were yesterday thrown into the
greatest excitement by one of the most terrible outbreaks of lawlessness in the history of the
Coast.
For some time past the notorious lawless adventurer, Soapy Smith, of Alaska fame,
with a band of twenty heelers, rounders and cappers, have been running the shell and other
and other sure thing games, and robbing the Klondikers on the trail to the Lakes. Of
late they have been holding the high hand in Skaguay and terrorizing everybody.
Soapy Smith's methods were many. Among his recent operations was to have cabins fixed up for his business
at different locations around town. Regular business signs over the doors deceived strangers, for members of
his gang stood over all these traps.
On the arrival of the passenger vessels Soapy would detail his men at the wharf to hoodwink strangers and
bring them to these dens. Some of the places would ostensibly, be information bureaus; others were conducted
as pack train offices; and others as cut-rate ticket offices for Dawson.
The office for the pack train service was the most successful, as most every one coming here has more or less
packing to do. Soapy's rates for work were always a little better than those in the actual business houses.
After getting a victim's promise to carry an outfit, Soapy would ask for a deposit; just a guarantee, as he said
that the freight would not be given to anyone else. When the victim would take out his wallet to make the
payment some member of the gang would grab the sack from his hand. Then some one else In the gang would
pretend to get indignant and swear he would not stand by and see a man robbed in that way. The whole gang
would then make a rush for the thief. In the scuffle some one would knock down the victim. By the time he was
straightened up the gang would be gone.
These robberies were openly practiced by day as well as by night. The gang was bold and indifferent to all
law and order, and did pretty much as they pleased.
To-day the first lot of miners came in from Dawson City on their way to their homes, with their winter's clean
up of gold dust. So much dust in transit about town was too good a thing for Soapy's gang to let pass. So one
of his men was detailed to cultivate the friendship of some of the returned Klondikers. This fellow readily made
the acquaintance of one J. D. Stewart and induced him to exhibit his gold dust to the gang. They had cajoled
him into believing that their sole desire in life was to see the appearance of real Klondike gold dust; they, said
they wanted to see if it differed in appearance from the dust of other mining localities.
Stewart unwittingly went to the merchant's safe, where he had deposited his clean-up on arriving in town,
and returned with the bag, containing $3,000.
The gang circled around him asking questions. Suddenly one fellow from behind reached over and grabbed the
sack; another struck him a blow for trying to rob Stewart, and knocked him out of the door. The gang then
began fighting among themselves, and in the scrimmage one of them made away with the sack.
This deed brought the Skaguay citizens to a realization of their position and duty in the protection of life and
property.
The merchants at once called a meeting to organize a vigilance committee to order Soapy Smith and all such
characters out of town.
The City Marshal is said to have stood in on the "divvy" with the gang, and would not interfere or serve
papers for their arrest.
While this mass meeting of law abiding citizens was in progress, Smith got word of it. Winchester rifle
in hand, and with his followers, which he called "The Skaguay Militia." at his heels, he marched down the street
to the place of meeting. Soapy was swearing as he went along that he would scatter that crowd, and teach
them not to Interfere in his business.
Hundreds of the terror stricken people rushed to their homes to arm themselves.
The first man Soapy met at the door of the meeting was Mr. Reid, City Surveyor. Soapy struck him over the
head with his rifle and then fired at him.
Reid fell to the ground wounded. He wrenched his pistol from his belt and fired two shots at Smith, Both bullets
took effect and he died instantly.
Reid was dangerously wounded.
Inside of ten minutes all the lights in town were turned out. Everybody thought it was going to be a fight to
a finish. The law abiding people grabbed their guns and gathered in the middle of the street. They appointed a
new City Marshal. Then in squads and with guns cocked they encircled the town to round up the outlaws.
An armed committee of twenty-five citizens commenced their work on the inside to take the balance of the
criminals dead or alive.
When Soapy 's gang saw the determination of the people they quit, and all were captured but one. He was the
thief who stole Stewart's gold dust. A special squad was detailed to root him out of his hiding place. He will have
hard work to escape.
The gang has promised to tell where he is and to give up the dust providing the committee will not hang him.
The law and order party feels highly elated over the success of its night's work. Assurances of protection have
been made to the miners and traveling public.
Soapy Smith, the dead leader of this terrorizing gang, was born at Camilla, Georgia, 48 years ago. He has a
brother in Washington, D. C.
J. P. COX.
SKAGUAY, July 21. -- The citizens' committee has held daily sessions since the killing of "Soapy" Smith, and up
to the time the Farallon left had succeeded in ridding Skaguay of nearly all of its objectionable characters. A
number of suspects are still in charge of the committee. United States Deputy Marshal Taylor has been charged
with neglect of duty and attempting to extort money, and is under $5000 bonds
to appear before the Grand Jury in Sitka next November. Nine others have also been committed and taken to
Sitka on the steamer.
Captain Yeatman of the United States army, with a detachment of soldiers, is in Skaguay and was contemplating
putting the town under military rule, fearing that summary punishment would be administered, but
finally accepted the assurance of the committee that all persons in their charge would be given an impartial
hearing. The town still remains in the control of the citizens' committee.
After the burial of "Soapy" Smith the committee took charge of his premises and effects and a search of the
former resulted in the finding of the sack of dust stolen from Stewart. The sack was found in a trunk in a
building at the rear of Smith's saloon. Nearly all of the $2775 stolen was recovered.
It was rumored that other evidence of foul play and robbery were found but the committee will not make
anything public until it has finished its work.
When the Farallon left everything was quiet. Saloons were closed day and night. The committee has been
petitioned by saloon keepers to reopen and were willing to give a guarantee that their houses would be kept in
first-class order, but their request has not yet been granted.
As to the antecedents of Soapy Smith, upon whose grave the earth of Skaguay's cemetery is
yet fresh, little is generally known, and that little is not important. He first reached fame while
operating in Denver, where he combined with rare skill the vocations of thief, gambler and politician. From
the last he derived the pull whereby he was enabled safely to pursue the others.
At one time he was a power in the Colorado city, and no crime in which he engaged could keep him in jail for
more than a few moments. He would be arrested at midnight for a serious offense, and after an early breakfast
be on the street as gay as a lark superintending a primary with a view to purifying municipal government
chatting with policemen, his air being that of condescension, or showing a visitor
from the country the inutility of guessing which walnut shell had a pea under it. Nothing could embarrass him.
His quality of cheek Has never been equaled, and this same quality on occasions became a reckless courage. His
death at Skaguay was a fitting end, but tardy, very tardy.
To be truthful it becomes necessary to dispel one illusion concerning Smith. He was not an educated man. On the
contrary, he was ignorant. Far from being a master of French and Spanish, he never more than half conquered
plain English. He was a plausible talker, as many learned by an experience which cost them all the coin they
had available when his dulcet tones wooed them to his den, but his grammar was hardly up to the gambling
room average. However, had he possessed a moral nature which would have kept his talents from going awry
he might have been a leader of men, for wherever he happened to be there gathered about him ruffians and
scoundrels who looked upon him as master and faithfully brought to him the spoil of their raids on the unwary. For
these scurvy chaps he was always ready to fight with pistols or to put up bail. For in his peculiar way Soapy
was always true to his friends. His selection of friends was bad.
There is not a trick known to confidence men in which Soapy was not expert. He had practiced them all, had
won thousands, and, unless he acquired new habits in Alaska, frittered it all away. His delight in spending money
was as great as his joy in stealing it to expend. Not only was he generous, but having won a large stake he
invariably made straight for a faro game and, as he expressed it, blew it all in. Sometimes he was lucky, and then he
would say gleefully: "Boys, I win a thousand last night off old Bell. Have a drink with me." What was not
exhausted in treating the crowd, in loans to others who hadn't "win out," was sure get in Ball's sooner or later.
In his earlier Denver days Soapy was not flush. When he did not have the means to play bank he would buy a
bar of laundry soap, borrow a few twenty dollar bills and proceed to recoup. It was by this he got the name
which has out-lasted him. He would cut the soap into miniature squares, wrap the pieces in tissue paper, and
standing on the street corner display the lot In an open satchel held on a tripod. The public would be invited to
purchase "Dental soap, the finest preparation for the teeth ever compounded; good also to soften the skin,
polish the nails and warranted not to harm a child." Three pieces of this invaluable adjunct to the toilet could be
had for half a dollar. Soapy's keen gray eyes would scan the throng for a buyer.
At first there would be no response. Then he would take from his pocket one of the borrowed twenties, unwrap
a piece of the soap, enclose it in the money, rewrap It and throw it Into the satchel. Sometimes he would repeat
this several times, at last inviting the spectators to pick out the pieces they thought contained the bills. Of course
there was no difficulty in doing this. Then cupidity would be aroused, and at the point where buyers were
tumbling over each other to get to the satchel, the trick came in.
It's an old trick, but nobody ever did it so well as Soapy. The packages which should have had the money
simply didn't have it. Nobody ever captured a single piece of money, and yet the crowd would not stop trying as
long as the soap lasted. By this time Soapy would have enough to keep him amused at faro for a night.
But this scheme seemed to him petty. and as a rule he held himself above it. He much preferred quicker returns. It
was more to his taste to work a rustic for a purse of money. He started a gambling rooms with every robbing
device known to the craft. The games appeared as fair as any other games, but
they were all crooked. Nobody had a chance of winning, for cards were stacked and the most ingenious
devices used for skinning patrons. If any visitor showed a disinclination to play he was sold a gold mine which never
existed, induced to invent in fictitious stock. As a last resort he was quietly "touched" and thrown without
unnecessary violence into the street.
But one day Denver had a spasm of virtue, and concluding that Soapy had flourished too long began to insist that
the police drive him away. He went to a suburb, but the city extended so as to embrace the suburb, and Soapy had
to look for other fields. He found one, and is buried in it.
Once the Smith gang got hold of a miner who had boasted of being able to write an acceptable check for $5000,
They ascertained that the boast was well founded, and they kept hold of the miner. When they had him workably
drunk they accused him of lying, declaring a disbelief In the allegation that he had a cent on deposit. The
miner becoming indignant offered to bet that his word and his paper were good. So a wager was made and
the stakes together with a check for $5000 placed in the safe. The miner kept on drinking until he had reached
the stage of being paralyzed, when he was tucked in bed. The sun was high in the heavens before he awoke, but
it hadn't been very high before Soapy or some of his pals were at the bank. The first check presented was
the one for $5000 and it was promptly cashed. When the miner awoke he was indignant, but he gained nothing by
this beyond a compromise. Soapy and the gang divided the booty.
But this man Soapy was known to be generous. He would give money to a beggar and delighted to shower it
upon friends. One time he met a newspaper man on th« streets of Denver. The journalist in his pursuit of his
calling had frequent occasion to call the confidence man a thief, but Soapy viewed this in a strictly professional
light and never manifested the slightest hard feeling.
"Hello, Dick." he remarked. "Come in and have a hat with me."
They happened to have met in front of a hat and furnishing store.
"You don't owe me any hats." Dick responded, but Soapy insisted. The hat was purchased, and then Smith
remarked that the reporter was wearing a rather shabby overcoat. As before, he was insistent, and Dick asked an
explanation.
"lts just this way," said Soapy. "I win out a couple of hundred selling soap. It's in my clothes right now. I'm
on my way to Cliff Bell's to play bank and tryin' to spend It before I get there, for that old son-of-a-gun will get every
cent I don't manage to drop between here and his ______ game."
Soapy's personality was not attractive. He was hardly up to medium size, dressed carelessly, spoke quietly. It
was only when there was a victim in sight that he became interesting. He had a keen but wandering eye. He
was continually on the lookout lest one of his numerous dupes might be inclined to take a shot at him. But he
had all the honor of the gambler, a strange quality hard to define. A thief by instinct and training, his I O U
was good for its face. If he borrowed $100, raying he would pay it at 11 o'clock next day, at the hour he would
be at the appointed spot with the money, even if he had to rob somebody to obtain it. In fact, from the time
Soapy reached the years of manhood there is no probability that he ever earned honestly so much as a cent.
Pictures of Smith show that at the time of his death he wore a beard. When the star banko artist of Denver
he had only a mustache, and the face revealed had every appearance of frankness. This first impression was
heightened by the smoothness of his tongue. Nobody ever accused Soapy of being a coward. He had shot and
been shot at many times before a bullet reached the proper spot. He did not hesitate to face heavy odds, and with
unruffled mien. he took a gambler's chances. Anybody who had known him could easily imagine him as riding
against the throng gathered to rebuke him and his kind, and if he knew the shots he himself fired had touched the
mark, no doubt he felt a gleam of joy just as he passed over.
Then he went to Alaska, and from the moment of his arrival there his record was one of crime and violence.
He even went so far as to organize his chosen thugs into a military company and offer their services to the country.
The Government thanked him, but did not accept, and the company stayed in the far north to plunder until the
leader was killed and the subordinates scattered before the wrath of the populace.
It will be long before the world shall see another like Soapy, one so unscrupulous, so brazen, so despicable, yet
brave and loyal to his "friends." H. J.
