Mohun; Or, the Last Days of Lee and His Paladins.: Final Memoirs of a Staff Officer Serving in Virginia. from the Mss. of Colonel Surry, of Eagle's Nest.Cooke, John Esten
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Mohun; Or, the Last Days of Lee and His Paladins.: Final Memoirs of a Staff Officer Serving in Virginia. from the Mss. of Colonel Surry, of Eagle's Nest.
Cooke, John Esten
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction; Virginia -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction; War stories
“Such was my state of mind, and such the origin of my refusal to employ
counsel. When the court now assigned me counsel, I rose and forbade
them to appear for me. In the midst of a stormy scene, and with the
prosecuting attorney sitting dumb in his chair, resolved to take no
part in the trial, the witnesses appeared upon the stand, and, rather by
sufferance than the judge’s consent, the jury proceeded to interrogate
them.
“The circumstances which I have detailed to you were all proved in the
clearest manner; the altercation in the clerk’s office on the day of the
murder; my long enmity against him, dating back more than twenty years;
the fact that I had followed him out of the village just at dusk on
the fatal night; and the discovery of my knife in the tall grass by the
roadside near the body.
“I had summoned no witnesses, but some appeared of their own accord, and
gave important testimony. Many neighbors testified that my enmity toward
George Conway had almost entirely disappeared in the lapse of years,
and that I had spoken of him, upon more than one occasion, with great
kindness. The clerk of the county described the scene in his office,
stating that the affair had appeared to him a mere interchange of curt
words, without exhibition of the least malice on my part. The most
important witness, however, was a poor man, living in the neighborhood,
who made oath that he had been riding toward the court-house on the
evening of the murder; had passed Mr. Conway, and, riding on farther,
came in sight of me, and he had, before reaching me, seen me turn
into the by-road which led toward my own residence. I could not have
committed the murder, he added, for Mr. Conway had time to pass the spot
where his body was found before I could have ridden back to the highroad
and caught up with him.
“Unfortunately, the witness who gave this testimony bore a very
indifferent character, and I could see that more than one of the jurors
suspected that he was perjuring himself.
“Another ugly-looking circumstance also intervened to neutralize the
favorable impression thus made. From the irregular mode of proceeding,
the fatal knife had not been exhibited in court. Suddenly, a juror
called for it, and it could nowhere be found! The sheriff swore that he
had left it in the clerk’s office, where he supposed it to be entirely
safe. Upon searching for it, however, in the drawer where he had
deposited it, the weapon was missing.
“When that fact was stated, I saw a curious expression pass over the
faces of more than one of the jury. They evidently suspected foul play.
“‘Was the door of the office locked?’ asked one of them.
“‘Yes, sir,’ was the reply.
“‘Were the windows secured?’
“‘By shutters with bolts.’
“‘Are all the bolts on the windows of this building firm?’
“‘I think so, sir.’
“‘There is one, that is not!’ said the juror.
“And he pointed to a long iron bolt on one of the windows, which bore
evident traces of having been rent from its socket.
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