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
from that place. The negro had a lead horse. Then Wages described to
them the horses (which were the same we had). They said they were
the same, and immediately turned their course. Wages gave them some
directions and they all left. Wages then hurried to our camp as fast as
he possibly could.
On his arrival I could see that something was wrong; that he was
irritated, and, I thought, alarmed. He was much exhausted for want of
water; he took a little and a dram, eat a few mouthfuls of turkey and
sat down. He told the negro to catch the horses, put the bridles on and
hitch them, saddle his own horse, and have everything ready as quick as
possible. The negro started. Wages then said to me: “James, I am more
alarmed now than I ever have been since you and I first started out in
Alabama. Our situation is truly a critical and dangerous one, and I am
at a loss what to do.” He then told me what information he had that day
received, and then asked me what I thought it best to do. I reflected
for a few moments, and this idea immediately occurred to me, and I
said to Wages: “We must cross that forty-mile ferry before daylight
to-morrow morning.” Wages studied a few moments and said “agreed!”
and we were not long in saddling up and packing all things, ready to
travel. We filled our flasks with whiskey, gave our negro a good horn,
and drilled him as to the mode of travel. About dark we left our place
of concealment.
Wages took the lead, the negro about thirty-five yards behind, and I
about thirty-five yards behind him, so as to evade any sudden surprise.
We soon reached the main road, and Wages pushed on at a fast gait. In
about three hours we reached the fifteen-mile creek; here we stopped
about three-quarters of an hour, let our horses drink and blow; we
got water, eat some of our turkey, took a dram, and gave the negro
one, filled our gourds with water, and about eleven o’clock we started
again, Wages in the lead, and traveled until about three o’clock in
the morning. We saw a light near the road; Wages stopped and came back
to me to know if he should ride up and inquire how far it was to the
ferry. I told him no; that the best way would be to go round the fire
and push on, which we did, and about two or three miles further we came
to woodland and a plantation. We quickened our pace, and about one mile
further, a little before four o’clock, we reached the ferry. Wages told
me to strip off my clothes and he would do the same. We stripped, and
placed the negro in the bushes with the horses. We swam over and were
not many minutes getting the flat over. We put on our clothes, took the
horses and negro, and crossed over. Our horses drank, and the negro
filled our gourds while we were crossing. We landed, made the flat
fast, as we had found it, mounted the horses and left in a hurry.
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