Life and bloody career of the executed criminal, James Copeland, the great Southern land pirate — John Shaqi
Life and bloody career of the executed criminal, James Copeland, the great Southern land piratePitts, J. R. S. (James Robert Soda)
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Life and bloody career of the executed criminal, James Copeland, the great Southern land pirate
Pitts, J. R. S. (James Robert Soda)
Copeland, James, 1823-1857; Criminals -- Gulf States -- Biography
I would do; and being so indulged and protected, this excited me to
commit crimes of greater magnitude. And I am frank, here to say, that
my mother has been the principal and great cause of all my crimes and
misfortunes, by stimulating me to the commission of those deeds that
have brought me to what I am.
When I was about the age of twelve years, my mother one day sent me
with a sack to a neighbor’s house (Mr. Helverson’s), to procure some
vegetables or greens. I communicated my errand to Mrs. H., who told me
to go to the garden and take what I wanted. I had no knife with me. I
asked Mrs. H. to loan me a knife, which I knew she had, and she pulled
out a very pretty little knife from her work-pocket, and told me not to
lose or break it, for it was a present made to her by a friend. This I
listened to and promised her that I would be careful. Now, while I was
in the garden procuring vegetables or greens, my whole mind and wits
were employed in devising some mode by which I could cheat the lady out
of her knife. Finally, after I had procured my vegetables and placed
them in the sack, I put the knife in the bottom of the sack; I then
returned to the house, and told the lady that I laid the knife down in
the garden, and had forgot the place and could not find it; I asked her
to go with me and help me hunt for it, which she accordingly did, and
we both hunted diligently, but to no effect. The lady was very anxious
about her knife and much regretted its loss, while I was all the time
laughing in my sleeve, to know how completely I had swindled her. This
trick of mine passed off very well for a time. It was, however, found
out that I had the knife, and that created some noise and trouble. I
was accused of stealing the knife. But I denied all accusations and
stated that I had bought the knife I had, in Mobile, and proved it by
my mother, who always upheld me in my rascality. This may be said to
have been my first successful feat in stealing, although I was in the
habit of stealing little frivolous things from the school boys, before
that time.
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