Buckskin Mose: Or, Life From the Lakes to the Pacific, as Actor, Circus-Rider, Detective, Ranger, Gold-Digger, Indian Scout, and Guide.Perrie, George W.
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Buckskin Mose: Or, Life From the Lakes to the Pacific, as Actor, Circus-Rider, Detective, Ranger, Gold-Digger, Indian Scout, and Guide.
Perrie, George W.
Frontier and pioneer life -- West (U.S.) -- Fiction; Latter Day Saints -- Fiction; Western stories
Lewis looked white, and fearfully scared, as he listened to their savage
yells. But it must frankly be owned that I was as thoroughly scared as
he was; although I retained my presence of mind, leapt from the bed, and
was about barricading the door of the apartment--because it would have
been impossible to prevent them entering the house. Then there came a
momentary pause, and the voice of some one having authority was heard in
the street, addressing the crowd.
"Thank Heaven!" cried Lewis. "It is the sheriff."
The pause, however, had only been momentary. So wild was the fierce
burst of derision that followed, I almost thought my companion had been
premature in his thankfulness. There was a fierce struggle audible
without, which lasted for some few minutes, and then the sheriff and his
officers were victorious. They demanded admittance in the name of the
law, and after entering the house, arrested Lewis on the charge of
murder, and myself as an accomplice.
A brief examination, however, soon proved my complete innocence, and I
was discharged, but ordered to give bonds for my appearance against my
friend. Of course I was unable to provide the requisite sureties, being
an entire stranger; and in consequence was locked up in the debtors'
prison. Here was a situation. With my face swollen from the effects of
the blow, two of my teeth knocked out, and my lip and nose fearfully
cut, and incarcerated because I could not get bail! Lewis, nevertheless,
did not desert me. A stranger in Waukegan who had seen me in Milwaukee,
and had heard part of my story from a friend of my father's, recognized
my name, and after verifying my identity by ocular proof (it must have
been somewhat difficult in my then disfigured condition), wrote the
particulars of my trouble to him. He had but just returned to Galena,
and was daily expecting me. Only judge what my surprise must have been,
on seeing him one fine morning appear in the place of my confinement. If
on our last encounter I would have avoided him, what would I not now
have given to have escaped seeing him; under such circumstances.
It seemed, however, that my fears of his reproaches were wrong. He gave
bail for my appearance upon the trial at the next term, and took me home
with him, without uttering a single reproach.
Perhaps, as I have since imagined, he may have thought all such
reproach would have been useless with such a confirmed "ne'er-do-weel"
as he must perforce have believed me.
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