The Autobiography of Parley Parker Pratt: One of the Twelve Apostles of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, Embracing His Life, Ministry, and TravelsPratt, Parley P. (Parley Parker)
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The Autobiography of Parley Parker Pratt: One of the Twelve Apostles of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, Embracing His Life, Ministry, and Travels
Pratt, Parley P. (Parley Parker)
Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints -- Apostles -- Biography; Pratt, Parley P. (Parley Parker), 1807-1857
At the time we were separated in the heat of the pursuit, Mr.
Phelps made his escape much in the same manner as myself. He was at
first closely pursued, but at length he out distanced them all,
and, once out of their sight, he struck directly into the road, and
rode on toward Illinois. He had proceeded a few miles on his way,
when he was suddenly surrounded in the darkness of the night by a
company of horsemen who were out in pursuit of the prisoners. They
immediately hailed him, and cried out, "Say, stranger, G--d damn
you, what is your name?" He replied in the same rough and careless
manner, "You damned rascals, what is yours?" On finding he could
damn as well as themselves, they concluded he could not be a
Mormon, while his bold and fearless manner convinced them that he
was not a man who was fleeing for his life. They then begged his
pardon for the rough manner in which they had accosted him, "Oh,
you are one of the real breed. By G--d, no damned Mormon could
counterfeit that language, you swear real natteral; hurrah for old
Kentuck. But whar mought you live, stranger?" He replied, "just up
here; you mout a kno'd me, and then agin you moutn't. I think I've
seed you all a heap o' times, but I've been so damned drunk at the
fourth of independence, I hardly know myself or anybody else, but
hurrah for old Kentuck; and what about the damn'd Mormons?" "What
about 'em? egad, you'd a know'd that without axin', if you'd a seed
'em run." "What! they are not out of prison, are they?" "Out of
prison! Yes, the damn'd rascals raised a flag of liberty in open
day, and burst out, and down stars right in the midst of the public
celebration, out rassling the damn'd jailer, and outrunning the
whole town in a fair foot race. They reached the timber jist as
they war overtaken, but afore we could cotch 'em they mounted their
nags, and the way they cleared was a caution to Crockett. We tuk
one on 'em, and seed the other two a few feet distant, rushin'
their nags at full speed, but we couldn't cotch 'em nor shoot 'em
either; I raised my new Kentucky rifle, fresh loaded and primed,
with a good percussion, and taking fair aim at one of their heads
only a few yards distant, I fired, but the damn'd cap burst, and
the powder wouldn't burn." "Well, now, stranger, that's a mighty
big story and seems enemost onpossible. Did you say you cotched one
on 'em? Why I'd a tho't you'd a kilt him on the spot; what have you
done with him?" "They tuk him back to prison, I suppose, but it was
only the old one. If it had been one o' them tother chaps we would
a skinn'd 'em as quick as Crockett would a coon, and then eat 'em
alive without leaving a grease spot."
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