Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1866-09-22
81 got in here to sleep on the rags

Chow did you get in ?'' / asked.
"Let me out or I'll shoot you thro'
the head y he replied.
just at that moment my horses feet
struck the hard road, and | knew that
the rest of the route to jackson would
be good going; the distance twelve
miles. [ slipped back on the footboard
and took the whip. In fifteen minutes
we cleared the woods, and away we went
at keen jump The chap inside kept
yelling to be let out.
Finally he stopped, and in few min
utes came the report of a pistol-one-
-three-four, one right after the
other, and heard the balls whiz over
my head. If l had been on my seat
one of those balls, if not two of them,
would have gone through me- l popped
up my head again and gave yell, and
then l srid 30 God save me Pm a
dead man p Then | made shutting
noise, as though was falling off, and
finally settled down on the footboard
again. l now urged up the old mare
by giving her an occasional poke with
my whip-stock, and she peeled it faster
than ever. E.a 1
The man called out to me twice more
pretty soon after this, and as he got no
reply he made some tremendous efforts
70 break the door open, ana as this
failed him he made several attempts on
the top. But l had no fear of anything
there, for the top of the cart is framed
with dove-tails. and each sleeper bolted
to tine post with iron bolts. I had it
made SO could carry loads there. By
and by, after all else failed, the scamp
commenced to holler "whoa' to the
horse, and kept it up until he became
hoarse. All this time 1 kept perfectly
quiet, holding the reins firmly, and
kept poking the beast with the stock
We were not an hour going that dozen
miles-not bit of it. I hadn't much
fear; perhaps l might tell the truth
and say | had none, for l had good
pistol, and more than that my passen-
ger was safe, yet l was glad when l
came to the old -four barrel factory that
stands at the edge of jackson village,
and in ten minutes more h;uled up in
front of the tavern, and found a couple
of men in the barn cleaning down some
stage horses.
"WelI, old fellow said I, as I got
down and went to the back of the wag-
on, "you have had good ride, haven't
you?"
"Who are you?' he cried, and he
swore as he asked the question.
81 am the man you tried to Shoot
was my reply.
"Where am l? Let me out"
'.Look here, we've come to safe
stopping place, and mind you, my pis-
tol is ready for you the moment you
show yourself. Now lay quiet
By this time the two hostlers had
come to see what was the matter, and |
the case After this | got
one of them to run and rout out the
sheriff and tell him what believed I'd
got for him. The first streaks of day
light were just coming up, and in half
an hour it would be broad daylight To
lesa than that time the sheriff came and
two men with him. [ told him the
whole affair in a few words and then
made for the cart He told the chap
inside who he was. and ii he made the
least resistance he'd be dead man. l
then slipped the iron wrench out, and
as | let the door down the fellow made
a spring. l caught him by the ankle
and be came down on his face, and the
moment l saw the chap l recognized
him. He was marched to the lock up.
and l told the sheriff 1 should remain
in town all day After breakfast the
sheriff came down to the tavern and
told me that l had caught the very bird
and that if I would remain until the
next morning I should have the reward
of two hundred dollars which had been
offered.
l found my goods all safe, paid the
express ageut for bringing them from
Indianapolis, and then went to work to
stow them away in my cart. The bullet
holes were found in the top of the ve-
hicle just as l expected They were in
a line. about five inches apart, ana had
l been where l usually sit, two Of them
must have hit me somewhere about the
small of the back and passed upward
for they we're sent with heavy charges
of powder, and his pistols we're heavy
ones
On the next morning the sheriff
called upon me and paid me two hun
dred dollars in gold, for he had made
himself sure that he had got the vii
lain -o.,.-s, .- =,
| afterwards found letter in the post
Office in Portsmouth for me, from the
sheriff of Hancock county, and be in
formed me that the fellow who tried to
kill and rob me is in prison for life.
TIE SHEPHARD.-The Bishop of
Wurtzburg once asked sprightly shep-
hard boy a ssH a
"What are you doing here, my lad?'
"Tending swine" sfs 80
"How much do you get p
Gone form q week." III
~ am also sbephard,' continued
the Bishop; 'sbut / have much better
salary ~
"That may be, but then suppose
you have more swine under your care" /"
replied the boy.
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