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
But I will now tell you all about this man G. Cleveland, so far as I
know him. When Wages, McGrath and I were in St. Louis, we fell in with
this fellow Cleveland. We had seen him before in Cincinnati, but not
to form an acquaintance. In St. Louis he was all the time around us—he
may have smelt us out. He was then selling spurious money of “New York
North River Bank, Schommerhorn, president,” and several other banks
of this same stripe. He traveled then in considerable style, with two
large leather trunks, and they mostly packed with this spurious money.
His portmanteau contained a great variety of “dickeys” and “collars,”
and his natural appearance and address always imposed upon a person
unacquainted with him. Wages then advised me not to have anything to
do with him, as he was a dangerous tool; and he so advised me until
the day of his death, but not taking Wages’ advice, Cleveland and his
concern got out of me some three hundred dollars, with a faithful
promise that I should be defended and protected; that jail doors,
grates or bars should not hold me; but that they and their friends
would burst asunder everything for me. Now see where his pledge falls.
He and his whole concern will not flourish long. I have to suffer death
solely for the want of a proper effort being made by them. I now leave
Cleveland and the others to the mercy of their own conscience and the
censure of the world.
Now to our affairs. Wages had returned to New Orleans, with all our
money, and had purchased five barrels of whiskey, in one of which he
had placed all the money. He had procured the whole of it in gold,
and made a long, slim canvass bag, which he could pass through the
bung-hole of the barrel, and in this bag he had placed his gold,
mostly sovereigns, and five and ten dollar pieces of American coin.
After placing the money in the barrel he put in the bung tight, and
nailed on the tin; shipped it as an ordinary barrel of whiskey, and
hauled it out to one of our camps, where we opened it, and took out
the gold. We had on hand a considerable amount of bank notes of New
Orleans and Mobile Banks. We then agreed that Wages should take it all,
and exchange it for gold, under pretense of entering land for some
company in Mississippi. Wages took his little two-horse wagon, loaded
with pickets, and went to Mobile. The first trip he brought home near
eight thousand dollars in gold, which was deposited with the rest. I
then proposed to Wages and McGrath to make the amount in gold, thirty
thousand dollars even, and bury it in some safe place, secure, so
that we might have it for any emergency; and in case of the death of
one of us, the other two were to share it; and if two died, one had
all. So the next trip Wages made to Mobile, he brought the balance to
make up the amount. We had three strong kegs made in Mobile, well
iron-hooped, and we placed in each ten thousand dollars; filled all the
crevices with clean, white sand, headed the kegs up, gave them three
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