Torrey's Narrative; or, The Life and Adventures of William TorreyTorrey, William
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Torrey's Narrative; or, The Life and Adventures of William Torrey
Torrey, William
Marquesas Islands (French Polynesia); Seafaring life
being with him, (Harris.) I was ordered to be kept alone
for a few days to see if Harris could not be taken, in
which case I should be a valuable evidence. I was
taken to the hotel, and confined on the second floor.
About four in the afternoon, Warner came running in,
half out of breath, saying, "Harris is taken, prepare immediately
for the police office." I jumped for joy, went
to the office; was asked if I could swear to the prisoner
at the bar to be the one who hired the horses of Warner.
I replied that I could. A bill being immediately
found against him, we were ordered to prison, he as a
criminal, and I as evidence against him, but to separate
apartments. The next morning we were taken to the
office again. I was ordered upon the stand, and made
to tell what I knew of the late character of Harris.
The statement of Warner and the lady confirmed the
statements I had made. He was ordered back to jail
to await his trial at a higher court which would sit in
about three weeks; I to be kept as evidence against[26]
him at said court. After a few days, I was allowed
the privilege of walking about the yard; and was very
kindly treated by the family of the jailer. The time
passed so pleasantly that it soon was time for the sitting
of the court. We were taken to the court-house, where
we found the lady, her son, and daughter, the owner of
the watch, and Mr. Warner. The watch, the money,
and the dulcimer, were also there, and recognized by
real owners. My statements, confirmed by the others,
proved a verdict of guilty to him; and, at the expiration
of three days, he entered upon his sentence, which
was seventeen years hard labor at Wethersfield prison.
I was taken by the honorable judge, whose head was
frosted over by the winter of age, to his own house.
Tears ran down those furrowed cheeks as he, with a
father-like simplicity, pointed me to the paths of rectitude,
urging me to pursue them to the end—holding up
to my mind the recent case of Harris as the reward of
the evil doer. Gave me my living while I remained
with him, and two dollars from his own purse, and besought
me to return directly to my father's roof.
I retraced my steps towards home. Stopped with
Warner a short time. Was most joyously welcomed
home.
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