The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1911-10-21
IT'S TERRIBLE TO Be
HUNTED, SAYS MOULTON
Negro Who Shot Bolone Says He
Simply Ran and Walked, AS
Object of Man Hunt.

f, You who hkave taken out licenses
from the great county OF Wayne to
hunt. stalk and kill the timid deer
IN the big, quiet north woods; or you
who have exacted a promise OF piece
or venisos from the departed hunters.
have you ever wondered, or ever stop
ped 10 think how the dumb, terrified
creature felt about 1t as IL raced
through brush and tangle. swamp and
pond, driven by that instructive ter
ror OF the wild world the near OF
Man?
AS the usual communication be-
tween Man and the affrighted deer Is
a steel -jacketed, soft-nased bullet, de-
signed TO put stop TO all fear and
deer's side OF the. quGJtion. but per
all flight on the part of the deer, there
is not much chance of learning the
haps Joseph Moulton can give you
some idea of what Fear is like to a
hunted creature.
Moulton is held In Ward A of the
county Jail, charged with shooting
Patrolman Thomas Bolone when the
officer attempted to search him for a
revolver
The big steel bars OF the county
Jail, which most men, held behind
them. regard with hatred and bitter
ness, are the friendliest objects in the
whole world today 10 Joseph Moulton.
"Ah'm afraid OF EVERYBODY"
said Moulton. as he peered through
the bars. Friday night. His hands
wandered over the steel cage, almost
caressingly.
"Ah guess Ah'm all right here. May
be Ahll sleep little tonight All
haven't slept since-since that hap
pened. Down at that other Jail Up
olice headquarters) men kept walking
past my cell. All heard them talking
about lynching or shooting me- All
didn't feel safe till All got here. But
Ah'm still afraid OF everybody
Only by dint OF great persuasion
could Moulton be induced to go back
over the days and nights when he fed
like the deer. pursued by Mantle
whole race OF Man-and feeling that
he didn't have a friend in the world"
Often he drew his hand across his
forehead as he talked; now as though
to wipe away chill perspiration;
now as though to shut out the mem
ory OF three hours of fight.
Its a terrible feeling" he said,
with nervous shudder, All guess
that a horse, running away, must feel
something like All did. It's scared.
It's blind. 1t just runs, and runs and
runs. II doesn't know where it's go
ing. All didn't know, either. All don't
know where All lost my hat, but All
knew that was thing that was liable
TO get me caught. All don't know
where All threw my gpn. All didn't
know where to go, where to turn. All
just ran. and ran and ran. Then All
walked, not because Oh was tired
All didn't feel tired; just didn't think
about anything except to keep NOV
ing. All didn't know where All was,
or what direction All was going.
Daylight came, and All was scared
most to dath All hadn't thought
about the ligth coming. All hid some
where. All don't knew where. Then
came night again. Ah hadn't slept;
listening, all the time, and peeking
around When All saw people. All
was terrible scared, and hid. When
All saw a house. or a light, or any
thing that looked like people was
around, All most died of fright, and
ran way around, to get as far from
them as All could No, sir. All didn't
have any hankering at all to get near
TO something human.
"Ah heard the dogs, chasing me.
sometimes. What? They didn't have
dogs on my trail? All sure thought
All heard them, then. All was sure
dogs we're after me. II made my blood
run cold.
All imagined, every time All heard
horses hoofs, that II was somebody
after me. All jumped every time any
thing moved, and listened for a shot,
or a rush of men.
"Ah'm glad Ah'm here. GLAD, you
hear me? Those bars look good to
me.
'"Yes, sir, All know how those deers
and those rabbits feel. and it's ter
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