Shortly after this, a gentleman was travelling through that section of the country, where he owned a grist mill. On his return he stopped at her house. She ascertained that he had considerable money, and seemed anxious to get home, but she determined this should never happen, and while he was at breakfast she came behind him, and plunged a large dagger into his heart. He fell, and then expired. Two of her accomplices, Griffin and Brown, were sent for but did not arrive in season. Being anxious to secure the prize she attempted and accomplished the murder herself, without any assistance. She robbed him of seven hundred dollars, took his body in a small boat and threw it into the river, with a stone attached to it, to prevent it from rising. Soon after, we believe in April 1840, a slave dealer who was on his way from Wilmington, Del., to Norfolk, Va., with two valuable slaves, was overtaken by a heavy rain, and obliged to put up at her house for the night. She put him to sleep in a room separate from the main part of the house, and during the night, she entered a secret way with one of her gang, armed with a large club prepared for the purpose, and finding him asleep, they tied him to the bed and passed a cord around his neck to prevent his breathing. They then robbed him of four thousand dollars with a watch worth one hundred and twenty dollars. The body was buried in the garden, under a clump of rose bushes. She concealed the slaves for upwards of a week, barely giving them enough to support nature, until she sold them to a slaver who happened to be on the coast. Soon after this, she murdered a negro boy, of twelve years of age, who was for some time previous in her house, in the capacity of waiter or servant, because he accidentally saw her perpetrate the deed of burning the child, and one day, when angry, said he would discover her. But she resolved like the pirate, that the dead tell no tales, and immediately ordered him down to the cellar to regulate something there, then taking with her a large knife, she followed him in person, and drove it through his body while stooping. She then dragged him over, and threw his lifeless body amongst the skeletons. It was about this time, that she received the news of the death of her mother, and untimely death of her only brother, of whom she had heard nothing for several years, whose name was James Smith. He was hung in Kingston, U. C., for horse stealing. He had continued his riotous and dissipated course of life for some time after the marriage of Ann, and finally joined a gang of horse thieves and counterfeiters, which infested the country round about the lakes. This gang had a regular communication established from Detroit, through to Toronto and Kingston, and across the States through to New York and Philadelphia.