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 had not been in Natchez long before a steamboat passed down and
we went on board. We had preserved our saddles, bridles and all our
traveling equipage. We landed at New Orleans, went to the bank and
deposited all our money, but a few hundred dollars, which we retained
in gold coin—two and a half and five dollar pieces. We remained in New
Orleans to spend the fourth of July with our associates there.
On the 5th of July, 1841, Wages and I left New Orleans and embarked
on a small steamboat bound to Shreveport on Red River, taking with us
our saddles, bridles and traveling equipage. In consequence of very
dry weather Red River was very low. We had some delay in getting to
Shreveport. We, however, reached there, and found some wagons traveling
out to the interior of Texas. We made arrangements with them to haul
our baggage, and we traveled with them part of the time, some times
before them and some times behind. We kept with us our bridles and
ropes or lassoes. About the fourth day after we left Shreveport, we
started on before the wagons, and traveled some fifteen to twenty
miles. By noon we came to a settlement on the border of a small river,
one branch of the Trinity, we supposed, and there rested and eat some
bread and meat. In the evening we reconnoitered and discovered in the
vicinity a large, newly settled plantation, a good number of horses
and mules grazing around, and a large number of negroes about the
place. Wages sent me to watch on the main road for the wagons, while
he watched the horses and mules. About sunset a negro came to drive
the horses and mules to their lot. Wages asked what his master’s name
was and what State he moved from. He told Wages his master’s name was
Smith; and he moved from South Carolina. Wages asked if he was a good
master. The negro said no; that he did not feed well nor clothe well,
and that he drove hard and whipped hard. Wages then told the negro, if
he would come down that night to the ferry, which was about two miles
off, he would give him a shirt and pantaloons and a dram. Wages then
came to where I was stationed on the road, but the wagons had passed
about one hour before. We hurried on and got to the ferry a little
after dark. The wagons had just got over and were camped on the other
bank. We called, and the ferryman let us over, and went to his house
some distance off. We took supper with the wagons. After supper, Wages
and I feigned an excuse to cross the river to bathe. We took with us a
flask of whiskey and the shirt and pantaloons Wages had promised the
negro, and crossed in the ferry flat. We made fast the flat, went up
the bank and there we found the negro, true to his promise. Wages gave
him the dram and the shirt and pantaloons. Wages then asked the negro
if he did not want to leave his master and go to a free State. The
negro said he did; that he had runaway three times in South Carolina
and started to Ohio, but was caught every time. Wages then gave him
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