The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1886-09-19
INCIDENTAL INTERVIEWS.

II came to this place." said Joshua M w.
Langsdale, son the 9Th of April, 1897 nearly
fifty years ago. had fifty cents in my pocket,
aud a hat on my head that didn't have over half
an inch of brim The first work ever did was
wheeling dirt on the canal for man named
Guyer, after which ] raised little stake, about
$50, and Guyer borrowed it. He didn't pay me
when he promised, and I went to cid Judge
Stevens, justice of the peace. and laid my com
plant before him. The Judge was c,ub-footed.
He was a brother of the great Thad. Stevens. of
Pennsylvania. He got the money and asked
me to SIGN the docket. Icould hardly read when
l was twenty one, and could not write at all
told him to write my name and would make
my mark. He said | might as well learn right
then to sign my name, and he made me copy
After few trials. he said that would do. said
if that was all there was of it. making lot of
marks like those. could do It, So signed the
record and have been making the same kind of
marks ever since
There was good deal of horse-racine here
among the boys from 81 along There was no
race track, and we used to run along the roads.
Along about AZ, John Talbot, myself and some
others made track over on Van Blaricum,s
place, north of where the Hospital for the Insane
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In those days all the racing was runninc-noth-
ing to harness Nobody paid to see the races ex-
cept those who had seats in the grand stand
They paid twenty-five cents. One day Owen
fuller came out to the track, and, drawing me
to one side, said, poking his thumb over his
shoulder, I've got Henry Ward Beecher's boss
over there in the bushes. He sent me out with
him for you to run. He wants to see what is IN
him. That made me mad 'You tell Beecher.'
says I, that I've got enough cevilmenc of nv
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and don't intend to go to hell for running his
horse So Beecher never did know what WAS
in that horse"
Il read in last Sundays Journal" said Father
bessonies. IAN account of the killing of Colonel
Ellsworth at Alexandria by Jackson Father
Jarboe, friend of mine, when here few years
ago, told me something about Jackson that has
never been published. Jackson was from Ken
lucky, at least b . had lived about St Rose, a
Dominican convent near Bardstown. jackson
was married to a Catholic lady and Father Jar
Doe one morning preached at church there and
said something that jackson took as personal to
himself He soon invited Father Jarboe to come
and take tea with him that evening The Father
accepted the invitation, and while on the road to
Jackson's house. was waylaid and badly beaten.
His parishionerS were convinced that jackson
had done this cruel and cowardly act and would
have lynched him had not Father Jarboe inter
fered to prevent it. At the breaking out of the
war the father went into the Southern army as
chaplain. After the battle of Pittsburg Land
ing, after officiating among the rebel wounded,
he passed over TO the federal army. Instead of
reporting to headquarters, as he should have
done, he went to work to prepare for death the
federal wounded and dying. He was arrested as
spy. and taken before General Nelson. The
Father wore long beard and did not look at all
clerical from the hard way he had lived. IF you
are spy,' said General Nelson, we will hang
you,' and he was put into apen for the night. The