I started at once for the place whence the sounds proceeded; about ten steps off I discovered the man whose remains lie there (pointing to the deceased), sitting up, with his back against a big rock.  He looked so pale that I thought him already dead, but he continued to moan until I reached his side.  Hearing me approach, he opened his eyes, and begged me, “For God’s sake, give me a drop of water!” I asked him, “What is the matter?” He replied, " I am shot in the back.”  “Dangerously?” I demanded.  “Fatally!” he faltered.  Without waiting to question him further, I returned to the cabin, told Zenie, my daughter, what I had seen, and sent her off on a run for the men.  Taking with me a gourd of water, some milk and bread — for I thought the poor gentleman might be hungry and weak, as well as wounded — I hurried back to his side, where I remained until “father” — as we all call my husband — came with the men.  We removed him as gently as we could to the cabin; then sent for Dr. Liebner, and nursed him until he died, yesterday, just at sunset.

Question by the Coroner:  Did you hear his statement, taken down by the
Assistant District-Attorney? — A. I did.

Q. Did you see him sign it? — A. Yes, sir.

Q. Is this your signature thereto as witness? — A. It is, sir.

(Signed) Dollie Adams.

Deposition of Miss X. V. Adams.

Being first duly sworn, witness testified as follows:  My name is Xixenia Volumnia Adams; I am the daughter of Frank G. Adams and the last witness; I reside with them on the Flat, and my age is eighteen years.  A little past one o’clock on Sunday last my mother came running into the house and informed me that a man was dying on the side-hill, from a wound, and that I must go for father and the boys immediately.  I ran as fast as my legs would carry me to where they were “cleaning up,” for they never cleaned up week-days on the Flat, and told the news; we all came back together and proceeded to the spot where the wounded man lay weltering in his blood; he was cautiously removed to the cabin, where he lingered until yesterday sundown, when he died.

Question.  Did he speak after he reached the cabin? — A. He did frequently; at first with great pain, but afterward more audibly and intelligibly.

Q. What did he say? — A. First, to send for Squire Jacobs, the Assistant District-Attorney, as he had a statement to make; and some time afterward, to send for his wife; but we first of all sent for the doctor.

Q. Who was present when he died? — A. Only myself; he had appeared a great deal easier, and his wife had lain down to take a short nap, and my mother had gone to the spring and left me alone to watch.  Suddenly he lifted himself spasmodically in bed, glared around wildly and muttered something inaudible; seeing me, he cried out, “Run! run! run!  He has it!  Black Bart has got the vial!  Quick! or he’ll set the world afire!  See, he opens it!  O my God!  Look! look! look!  Hold his hands! tie him! chain him down!  Too late! too late! oh, the flames!  Fire! fire! fire!” His tone of voice gradually strengthened until the end of his raving; when he cried “fire!” his eyeballs glared, his mouth quivered, his body convulsed, and before Mrs. Gillson could reach his bedside he fell back stone dead. (Signed) X. V. Adams.