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
They traveled hard that night, and by daylight they had made near sixty
miles. At daylight they left the road and lay-by that day. It happened
that the negro had near a half bushel of corn, and some meat and bread,
and McGrath some bread and cheese, so they made out pretty well that
day. Night came on and they set out again, and traveled until near
day. They arrived close to a ferry on the Washita. Before getting
there, they left the road a short distance, and McGrath left the negro
with the horses and went towards the ferry. As he got near the ferry
house, which he intended to go round, some person hailed—“who is that?”
He turned his course and made back for the negro and horses. He had not
time to get away before they passed in pursuit, and he heard them say,
“that damned preacher is here somewhere, and we will have him yet.”
They halted a moment, and he heard their horses’ feet, some going back
and some the other way. McGrath mounted his horse and told the negro to
follow him, and he took to the woods and steered a west course, which
he knew was up the river, and traveled till he reached high land, and
continued after day until near twelve o’clock, sometimes in sight of
plantations, which he would go round.
By and by he came to a road that had the appearance of being much
traveled, and leading north. Here, some distance from the road, he
halted, stripped their horses and let them graze in a cane-brake, and
remained there till dark without anything to eat. At dark they started
and traveled ten or twelve miles, passed several houses, and came to
a house and passed down a hill into a lane, and at a short distance
came to high timber land, which he knew was near the river. He stopped
and left the negro with the two horses, giving him instructions if any
alarm was heard, to turn and run back to a little branch and stop till
he came. He went on to the river, and luckily there was no spy there,
and the ferry-flat was on his side. He hurried back, took his horse and
the negro and his horse, and got into the ferry-flat and went over.
They mounted their horses and traveled until daylight; passed several
houses and plantations. At daylight he found himself bordering on the
Mississippi swamp. He turned off the road and stripped their horses to
graze in a cane-brake.
Nothing to eat now for two nights and one day, with plenty of money,
but was afraid to go to a house, for fear of discovery.
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