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 fell in with a house where a very rich old widow lady lived. She
bought a good deal of my jewelry and other goods for her two young
daughters. I pretended to be sick, for an excuse to stay there. This
lady had a very nice mulatto girl about seventeen years old. During
the time I was there pretending to be sick, I made an arrangement with
this girl to run away with me; I promised to take her for a wife, and
carry her to a free State. She was to meet me on a certain night at
the landing on the river, about one mile from that place. I left the
house pretending to go to Columbus, Ga., and traveled up the river some
thirty miles, where I stole a canoe. I procured some meat and bread and
started down the river. On the night appointed I was at the landing,
and about ten o’clock the mulatto girl came. She had provided bed
clothing and provisions in plenty. I then started down the river with
my girl. We went about thirty miles that night, and lay by in the river
swamp all next day. The next night we made about fifty miles down the
river. The third night we reached Apalachicola, two days previous to
the time appointed to meet Wages and McGrath. I landed a short distance
above town, and left my girl in a swamp just after daylight, and then
went to the city. In looking around I fell in with John Harden, he
being one of our clan. He soon gave me an introduction to a place
where I could conceal my girl, and stay myself. The next day McGrath
arrived; I met him in the street, and gave him a sign to follow me to
our rendezvous. I showed him my girl and told him the way I had got
her; he then told me that he had stolen a likely negro fellow, and had
him concealed in a swamp about four miles from town. After dinner, and
a little before night, McGrath and I went out to the swamp, brought in
his fellow, and concealed him at the same place where my girl was.
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