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
We got on a steamboat and went up the Mississippi to the mouth of Red
river, and up that river to a landing called the New Springs. There
we paid our passage and went on shore, each with his pack and his
double-barrel gun. We stopped at a house about one mile from the river,
where we called for our dinner, which we got, and we all remained there
until next day, during which time we sold a considerable amount of our
goods at that house and in the neighborhood, which made our packs much
lighter. We left next day, stopping at all houses, and selling our
goods, which we did at a rapid rate, as we had stolen them and were
not sufficient judges of their value to know what price to ask, and in
consequence we often sold them at one-half their value, and so soon got
rid of them.
Having disposed of the principal part of our goods, about the fourth
day after we left the New Spring landing, we were approaching the
prairie county on the Texas border. We provided ourselves with bread
and salt; we had ammunition. Shortly before night, we came to a small
piece of woodland, by a ravine. There was a large drove of cattle
of all sizes there; McGrath shot a very fat two-year old heifer; we
skinned the hind quarters and tenderloin; we built up a fire, salted
some of our meat and roasted it by the fire and feasted sumptuously.
The wolves came near our camp and made a dreadful noise, but at
daybreak we shot and killed three and the balance ran off. They had
devoured all the heifer’s meat, but we had provided sufficient for
our journey that day. We set out and traveled in a direction to find a
settlement, then made about twenty-five miles south of Shreveport. That
was the place where Welter had told Wages that the negroes were, that
we were after. We traveled about thirty miles that day, and suffered
very much for water. We reached a settlement a little before night, on
some of the waters of the Sabine River. It was the residence of some
stock keepers; there were some three or four families, and some fifteen
or twenty Mexican drovers, and horse thieves; they had just been to
Natchitoches, and had a full supply of rum; a few of them could speak
English. We quartered with them, and that night we opened the little
remnant of our goods and jewelry, and had a general raffle. By the next
day we had realized from our raffle, sufficient to purchase each of us
a good Spanish saddle and bridle, and a good Texas horse. We learned
from one of these Mexicans the residence of the man who owned the
negroes that we were after, and we also learned that he and his family
were strict members of the Methodist Church. Now it was that one of us
had to turn preacher, so as to reconnoiter around the place. Wages and
I put that on McGrath. We all mounted our horses and started, having
procured plenty of lassoes, &c., McGrath being an Irishman and his
tongue tipped with plenty of blarney.
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