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
Wages had been across about an hour when up came the negro, with the
three horses; Wages immediately took the negro and horses in the flat
and crossed over. We soon put bridles on the horses and Wages mounted
one and I mounted the other—bare backed. Wages took the lead, the
negro next; and I in behind; we both had our guns well loaded and both
cocked, for fear the negro had betrayed us, and we were determined to
kill with every load in our guns, if attacked. We soon arrived at the
place of our baggage. Wages and I very soon saddled our horses and
divided our baggage and gave a part to the negro. We then divided the
whiskey and had about one gallon and a half in each keg; I took one
and the negro one, and we tied them to our saddles with the ropes. We
filled our two flasks; Wages took our meat, and about eleven o’clock
that night we all set out, Wages ahead, the negro next and I in the
rear, and I assure you we pushed from the word go, all that night,
mostly through prairies.
Some time before day we came to a settlement, and a little farther on
we came to a small river. Knowing it must be very low, we determined
to ford or swim. We started in; it was very deep. About the middle, we
came to a gravelly bar. Wages halted, and said to us that he could see
a ferry flat; he believed the water was very deep near the shore, and
we must swim and try and land above the ferry flat. He told me to take
care of my gun and ammunition and to wait until he and the negro got
through and out. They started, and got to the bank. Such splashing you
never did hear. Wages got out; the negro’s horse bogged; he jumped off
and took the bridle, and the horse got out. Wages then told me to bear
up, which I did, and got through. We then got water, filled our gourds
and took each a dram, mounted our horses and pushed on again till
daylight appeared.
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