On they crouch their way; they have lost the upright posture; two hundred of them, their fiendish lineaments daubed black, red and yellow; they have reached the jail; the guard of eight offer some resistance; their pieces discharged without effect, they are secured; up they rush a small flight of stairs; a slight door opposes them; volley after volley passes through the door; it is slightly on the jar, and the only weapon, a six barrelled pistol, left by some visitor, pointed through the door; three barrells discharged, in the desperate hope the guard would come to their relief; but all in vain--in an instant more and they are welcomed to the presence of their God; Joseph has four wounds, the "least a death to nature";