The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1865-05-12

ID, Boothxwousd, IN nov scc.a.s...,,y ssr,ss.,.
began 70 run anew: L fell throSsS the clsct::
OF the wagon, and fen dripping upon the axie'
and spotting the road with terribae waters, Il
stained the piahka, and eoaked the blankets
ana tne oid negro. at stoppage, dabbled his
hands in 1t by mistake; he drew back instant.
with shudder and stifed expletive.
it's murderers blood.."i BE wrunr bis hsmss'
shuddered again "Gor.rr, II won3dST ' b a1a
dat on me fur tousand, tousand dollars" The
progress OF the team was slow, with freouent
danger of shipwreck altogether, but toward
noon the cortege filed through Port ROYAL.
where the citizens came out to ask the matter
and why a mans body, covered with somhre
blankets, was going by with so great escort
They were told 1t was wounded Confederate.
and so held Their tongues The little ferry
again in requisition, took them over by SQUADS
and they pushed from Port Conway to Bell
Plain, which they reached in the middle of the
afternoon. All the way the blood Crippled from
the corpse in slow, incessant, sanauine ex.
udation. The old negro was niggardly dis
missed with two paper dollars. The dead man
united and cast upon the vessels deck steam
gotten up in little while, and the broad Pc.
tomac shores saw this skeleton ship fit by. "a
the bloody sun threw gashes and blots Ct un.
healthy light along the silver surface. Of 97lI
--J i.I t HAROLD. " e. fI-t
ALI the way. associate with the carcase, went
Harold, shuddering in so grim companionship,
and in the awakened fears of his own approach.
ing ordeal. beyond which it loomed already. the
gossamer fabric: of . scaffold. He tried to talk
for his own exoneration, saying he had ridden,
as was his wont, beyond the East Branch. and
RETURNING, found Booth wounded, who begged
himlto be his companion. OF his crime he
knew nothing, so help him God, &c. But no.
body listened to him, All interest of crime.
courage and retribution, centered in the dead
flesh ct his feet. At Washington high and low
turned out to look on Booth. Only few were
permitted to see his corpse tor purposes of
recognition. 1t was fairly preserved, though
on one side of the face distorted, and looking
blue like death, and wildly bandit-like, as II
beaten by avenging winds. s-5.:...tf -.sFl -.n..r
be @ \ WHERE BOOTH LIES. ....
Yesterday the Secretary of War, without in
structions of any kind, committed to Col. La
fayette G. Baker of the secret service, the stark
corpse of j. Wilkes Booth. The secret service
never fulfilled its volition more secretively.
What have you done with the body? 2" said l
to Baker. THAT is known" he answered.
to only one man living besides myself. It is
gone will not tell you where. The only
man who knows is sworn to silence. Never.
till the great trumpeter comes, shall the grave
of Booth be discovered" ~ III
And this Is true. Last night the 9th of
April; small rowboat received the carcass OF
the murderer; two men were in it; they car.
ried the body off into the darkness and out of
that darkness 1t will never return. In the dark
ness, like his great crime, may it remain for
ever, impalpable, invisible, nondescript, con-
demned to that worse than damnaton-annihi-
lation. The river bottom may ooze about it.
laden with great shot and drowning manacles
the earth may have opened to give it that
silence and forgiveness which man will never
give its memory-the fishes may swim around
il, or the daisies grow white above it; but we
shall never know. Mysterious Incompetent.
sible. unattainable, like the dim times through
which we live and think upon as if we only
dreamed them in a perturbid fever, the assassin
of nations head rests somewhere in the ele-
ments and that is all but if the indignant seas
or the profaned turf shall ever vomit this corpse
from their recesses aud it receives humane or
Christian burial from some who do not recog.
nize it, let the last words those decaying lips
ever uttered be carved above them with dag
ger, to tell the history of young and once
promising life-useless! useless!
:, GEO. ALFRED TOWNSEND.