At the Mercy of Tiberius eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 656 pages of information about At the Mercy of Tiberius.

At the Mercy of Tiberius eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 656 pages of information about At the Mercy of Tiberius.

“Was he bareheaded?”

“Bar headed as when he come into the world.”

“He talked like a man in desperate haste, who was running to escape pursuit?”

“He shorely did.”

“Did you mention to any person what you have told here to-day?”

“I tole my ole ’oman, and she said she reckoned it was a buth mark what the man carryd; but when I seen him I thunk he was cunjured”

“When you heard that Gen’l Darrington had been murdered, did you think of this man and his singular behavior that night?”

“I never hearn of the murder till Christmas, ’cause I went down to Elbert County arter a yoke of steers what a man owed me, and thar I tuck sick and kep my bed for weeks.  When I got home, and hearn the talk about the murder, I didn’t know it was the same night what I seen the branded man.”

“Tell the Court how your testimony was secured.”

“It was norated in all our churches that a ’ward was offered for a lame cullud pusson of my ’scription, and Deacon Nathan he cum down and axed me what mischief I’de been a doin’, that I was wanted to answer fur.  He read me the ’vertisement, and pussuaded me to go with him to your office, and you tuck me to Mr. Churchill.”

Mr. Dunbar bowed to the District Solicitor, who rose and cross-examined.

“Can you read?”

“Naw, sir.”

“Where is your son Deucalion?”

“Two days after I left town he want with a ‘Love and Charity’ scurschion up north, and he liked it so well in Baltymore, he staid thar.”

“When Deacon Nathan brought you up to town, did you know for what purpose Mr. Dunbar wanted you?”

“Naw, sir.”

“Was it not rather strange that none of your friends recognized the description of you, published in the paper?”

“Seems some of ’em did, but felt kind of jub’rus ’bout pinting me out, for human natur is prone to crooked ways, and they never hearn I perfessed sanctification.”

“Who told you the prisoner had heard your conversation with the man you met that night?”

“Did she hear it?  Then you are the first pusson to tell me.”

“How long was it, after you saw the man, before you heard the whistle of the freight train?”

“As nigh as I kin rickolect about a half a hour, but not quite.”

“Was it raining at all when you saw the woman standing on the track?”

“Naw, sir.  The trees was dripping steady, but the moon was shining.”

“Do you know anything about the statement made by the prisoner?”

“Naw, sir.”

“Fritz Helmetag.”

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