The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1882-07-19
4 MAIL RoaaER,s sroRY.
The Confession. ., Latter Day reaIpas.

With heavy gives clanking in dull, metal
lie ring at each movement, Henry W. Brr-
ton, confessed murderer and mailrobber, sat
YEARLY on the bench in cell in the Central
Station, where he was brought from the
prison in Detroit last evening by United
States Marshal Matthews, of Michigan
Burton never smoked cigar or pipe, or
used tobacco in any other form, nor has lie
ever taken drink of Intoxicating liquor.
He never swears, and he said last evening
that the sound of an oath cuts him like a
knife He was born in Texas MY father
was ranchman, said he, his name was
White, and my right name is Samuel White
When was thirteen years of age my father
was shot by James Rown in quarrel II
was when I was twenty-one years of age
that met Rown for the first time Ii was
in camp in Rockdale County, Texas. I
was told who he was. Stepping in front of
MIN exclaimed. You are my fathers lnur-
ueref, and before he had time 70 dfsiw q pis-
tol, shot him through the heart I was ar
rested afterward for the offense, and served
! short time of Imprisonment After my
discharge began my career as a mail rob-
Der, or train-agent. | worked without any
assistance whatever; always alone. In April,
1877, / stopped mail express in Rockdale
County, Texas. There were fourteen pas
sengers in the stage You would hardly
think it possible TINT one man could intimi-
date SO many, but erected dummies that in
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vehicle. Then made the passengers step
out of the coach, one by one, after first at
tending to the driver and the guard by Grip
ping them with a shot apiece from my re-
volver. As the passengers alighted threw
black hoods over their eyes and fastened
their hands behind their backs. l got a.
900 from this haul but was arrested soon
after and sentenced to an imprisonment for
life was pardoned through the influence
of friends within two years.
81 went to Colorado. l cannot tell how
IL was, but after drifting about for time l
returned to my old pursuits One dark night
about a year ago learned that the stage on
the road between Dreadnaught and Asamo-
sa, in Colorado, was full of passengers and
carried n rich mail l erected several canvas
tents and built dummies looking like men ON
both sides of the road. | barred the road
with two poles, fastened forkwise. Shortly
after midnight the vehicle came dashing
along the road. The horses caught on the
stakes and rolled to the ground. One by
one ] ordered the driver and the passengers
to alioht There were fourteen nassnnoers
any one of whom could have knocked me
down, for am cripple, remember; but
ont they came rs gentle as lambs, looked at
my dummy men and trembled with fear.
After my trial in the September term of
court, 1881, in Colorado, was being taken
from Chicago to Detroit when disarmed the
Sheriff and his two deputies who had me in
custody This was in the cars. / had the
Sherifs revolver pointed at his head In an
instant more | would have blown his brains
out. but a passenger, Miss Alice smith a
lady whom / had never seen before and
whom l have never met since, threw herself
upon me, begging for the Sheriff's life.
think / am too tenderhearted Escape
was open for me, but Miss Smith called out
Think of the mans wife aud children. ;
Without word l handed the revolver back
to the Sheriff and submitted without asound
of complaint to having shackies placed upon
my hands and feet. - PhitadelpAia Press