Thrilling adventures among the early settlers, embracing desperate encounters with Indians, Tories, and refugees; daring exploits of Texan rangers and others .. . hem to desist. Then turning to me,— Youve had a narrow escape, stranger, said he, with an oath,We have followed you over a hundred miles, deceived by yourresemblance to that arrant traitor, Yirgil A. Stewart. Now, sir,that you have fortunately lost that fine black animal of yours, takemy advice, and at the next stopping place, exchange that blue clothcoat for a different style of garment; and while you are about it, itmight be all th
Thrilling adventures among the early settlers, embracing desperate encounters with Indians, Tories, and refugees; daring exploits of Texan rangers and others .. . hem to desist. Then turning to me,— Youve had a narrow escape, stranger, said he, with an oath,We have followed you over a hundred miles, deceived by yourresemblance to that arrant traitor, Yirgil A. Stewart. Now, sir,that you have fortunately lost that fine black animal of yours, takemy advice, and at the next stopping place, exchange that blue clothcoat for a different style of garment; and while you are about it, itmight be all the better, perhaps, to shave off those full whiskers ofyours. Ive known Stewart for years; but until I was close upon you, I would have sworn that youwere the man—and while you re-semble him, your life is not worththat dead nag, at least in thesouthern country. Good-morn-ing, sir, and remount-ing their horses, withinthe thickets, the fourfellows soon disappear-ed, on the back tracktowards the after thissingular adventure, I* heard of the arrest of the leader of the Murrelgang; and being in Nashville, Tennessee, in the following spring, I. JOHN A. MURREL IN THE PRISON SMITHY AT NASHVILLE. 92 AN OLD TRAPPER IN A TIGHT PLACE. was led by curiosity to visit the state prison there. Almost thefirst individual I encountered in the prison smithy, was the tall,dark-eyed ruffian whose interference had saved my life near theNoxubee swamp. The man also recognized me, with a stealthy nodof his head. Who is that prisoner ? I asked of the courteous and obligingturnkey that accompanied me. Him, sir, wielding the sledge hammer ? The same, I replied. That is the notorious John A. Murrel, till recently the terror ofthe south-western country. AN OLD TRAPPER IN A TIGHT PLACE. Well, youngsters, said Uncle Job, a veteran trapper, to aparty of young fellows bound on an amateur trapping excursion tothe Rocky Mountains, when you have toted traps and peltries, andfit Injuns as long as I
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