The daily morning journal and courier., 1895-02-04

I
 sent the six men to the rear of all out
 buildings in the fields.
 q had told the men that the assas-
 sins were in Garrett's house and that l
 was going to surround it. Then I went
 up to the house and kicked on the door. After a little delay MT. Garrett made | his appearance with candle in his hand. He informed me that the per
 sons who had been there had gone to
 the woods in the afternoon. told him | that l was going to search his house
 and that If there were any women there for them to get up and dress.
 At that moment one of}the troopers sung out: oh, lieutenantl I've got a
 man here. I found him in the corn crib.'
 "This young man was one of Gar
 rett's sons, was brought before me He
 began to barley. I told him that did not want to talk.
 Where are those men?' asked him. I held my pistol, cooked, to his ear. "'They are in the barn. he said, when he saw that was in earnest. q ordered a corporal with four men | to guard the door of the house. I took the other men, still holding on to young | Garrett, and surrounded the barn. The doors were locked with a paddock. Young Garrett told me that his brother had the key. I ran around the barn to | see if the men were properly posted. There was a large crack at one side. I placed Sergeant Boston Corbett there. It was my intention to wait until day light before examinglng the inside of ho 1N,, Il,.f ko1d hat f they heard voices and the moving about of the men in the hay. I then decided to get at them as soon as possible. The other Garrett boy. was caught by a corporal. He gave me the key, and opened the door. ordered Booth and Harold to come out. T did not get any answer, so order ed Corporal Newgarten to pile some hay and brush against the side of the building and set it afre.
 Booth heard the order, and called out
 arr you come back there will put a bullet through you
 T suppose he meant if came back to the door. again decided to wait until morning. But the men at the other end of the barn had acted prompt ly on my orders, and set it afire.
 T called out to Booth:
 "'You'd better come out
 "'For whom do you take me?' he asked.
 "'It does not make any difference I replied.
 I may be taken by my friends he said, sarcastically. I am a cripple and ok fty- five paces and give me chance for my life
 CT did not come here to fight. have fifty men and can take you said
 "He waited few minutes. Then he said:
 "'Oh, captain! there is a man here who wants to surrender pretty bad
 "'You better follow his example and come out too,' answered. J
 "'No, have not made up my mind, he replied.
 1T then told Harold to hand out his arms.
 "'I own all the arms, said Booth. He has no arms. may have to use them.'
 By this time Harold was at the. door, again commanded him to give up his arms. He said he had none | opened the door slightly and told him to put his hands out. l took him by the wrists and turned him over to Cap, tain Newgarten. Just then I heard 8 shot. I thought Booth had shot him. self.
 'The hay In the barn, which had beentI set on fire at the other end, was blazing | up brightly.
 Sergeant Corbett had been looking through the crack where had station ed him, and in the light of the fire he saw Booth raise his rifle to shoot me or Harold as caught hold of the latter by the wrists, when he surrendered. Corbett put his pistol through the crack and shot at Booth, intending to hit his arm and disable him so he could not shoot me or Harold. He was splen- did marksman. But instead of hitting Booth in the arm as he intended, he hit him in the head, within an inch of the place where the president had been hit.
 q rushed into the barn.. Booths crutch had fallen. He was trying to- support himself with his rifle. Isprang forward and caught him in my arms as he was falling.
 "We carried him out of the burning barn and laid him down just outside the door. While he was lying there I spoke to him. He tried to raise his hands. He seend powerless to do so, and I took hold of his hands and raised them up, as I supposed he wanted them raised. But he shook his head and muttered,
 "'Useless, uselessp
 eve picked him up again and carried him to the yeranda of the Garrett house, because the fire was too hot to let him remain where we first put him. I sent over to Port Royal for pr. Ur- quart. He examined Booths wound and pronounced it fatal.
 Tt was between 4:30 and o'clock the morning of April 26, 1865, when Booth was shot. He died few minutes after [ o'clock the same morning. Although he was conscious almost all of the time, he did not speak after having shook his head and said: Useless, useless
 "Those were the only words he ut .ered after he was shot. All the stories about the message for his mother were made out of whole cloth. "As soon as Booth died, I sent the o1,c11f 10 a0I1,,+Y,xy +o !