Morning journal and courier., 1883-07-16

ssThe boat was rowed back to the ferry house, where the party landed, observed only
 by the old soldier Adams, who had made the
 boat ready for them, and who accompanied
 them to the carriage which stood in the road
 8 few rods from the ferry. They reached 1 the hotel in Lewiston about two o'clock in | the morning."
 This, in fewer words, is, as accurately as 1 my memory can recall it, the statement had from the lips of John Whitney. When Whitney concluded his narrative, Colonel Jewett said, ''John, do you know that Weed can hang you now ?" ''Yes but he won't,
 replied Whitney. promptly responded that the confidence reposed in me would never be
 abused. Whitney added that it was a great relief to him to find persons with whom he could talk on 8 subject which he was always thinking about. For several years his sleep
 he said, had been disturbed by horrible dreams. Slight noises in the stiffness of the night would awaken him. A knock at the door, or the rattling of a window shutter, or the appearance of a stranger coming toward the house, always induced an apprehension that the sheriff was after him. He got along very well during the daytime, at his work or with company, but he dreaded the long, dark nights.
 I saw no more of John Whitney until the summer of 1S6O, when was in attendance upon the National Republican convention at Chicago. Whitney called at the hotel, and after some general conversation, by which I learned he had been residing several years at Chicago, he remarked that he would like to talk with me again about the old affair, for which purpose an appointment was made. At the time fixed, however, for the interview, was fully occupied that we agreed to de- fer it until after the adjournment of the con- vention; and then, when Whitney called for the third time was on the point of leaving the hotel for an excursion into Iowa. We had hurried conversation, in which mutual regrets were expressed that the contemplated interview must be deferred. I inquired whether, as he was the only person living who knew what had been done with Morgan, he would be willing to make written state ment to be sealed up for future use. He readily assented, and expressed hope that would return by way of Chicago, and write it ont for his signature. But had promised Mir. David Davis (now judge of the United States Supreme oourt) and MT. Leonard Swett to return via Springfield to visit MT. Lincoln who had just been nominated for President And so the last opportunity of obtaining di- rect knowledge of the fate of Morgan was lost. In 1868 and 1s69 while occupied with this portion of my recollections, wrote to John Whitney, renewing the suggestion made to him in 1860.
 In two or three months afterwards the let ter was returned to me through the dead-let- ter office- I then attempted to reach Mir. Whitney through my old friend, A. B. Will Hams, of Chicago, from whom learned that Whitney died few weeks previous to the time that my letter to him had been written Major Barton died thirty years ago, and Col. onel Jewett has been dead six or seven years. In all probability, therefore, no evidence of William Morgan more direct or reliable than that which, with an earnest desire to state the exact truth, now record, will ever be obtained