The assassination of Abraham Lincoln : flight, pursuit, capture, and punishment of the conspirators . or never, I thought,is mv chance. Mr. Jones passed his hand over hisbrow and said: That was many years ago, but so in-deliblv were the events of that evening impressed uponmv mind that I can in imagination see and hear all thattranspired. It was dark when I reached the place. I hadnever visited the fugitives at night, so approached withmore than usual caution and gave the signal. Heroldanswered me, and led the way to Booth. I told them thecoast seemed clear, and the darkness favored us, and we
The assassination of Abraham Lincoln : flight, pursuit, capture, and punishment of the conspirators . or never, I thought,is mv chance. Mr. Jones passed his hand over hisbrow and said: That was many years ago, but so in-deliblv were the events of that evening impressed uponmv mind that I can in imagination see and hear all thattranspired. It was dark when I reached the place. I hadnever visited the fugitives at night, so approached withmore than usual caution and gave the signal. Heroldanswered me, and led the way to Booth. I told them thecoast seemed clear, and the darkness favored us, and wedecided to make the attempt to cross the Potomac. Booth was obliged to ride my horse, and I advisedHerold to walk beside him, while I would precede them CAPTURE OF BOOTH AND HEROLD. 107 about fifty yards. When I came to a certain place Iwould whistle, and they were to come forward until theyreached me. I would then go forward fifty yards more,and when they heard the signal, but not before, theyshould advance until they reached me; and thus wewould proceed until we reached the river. The route we. ALLEN S FRESH. Three miles from Huckleberry, the home of Thomas A. Jones. Mr. Jonesvisited this place on Friday the 21st. and while here first learned that thesoldiers had all gone farther south. This was his opportunity, and hegrasped it by starting Booth and Herold from the thicket to the river. had to take led us throug-h the pines about one mile anda half, then down the public road another mile, to thecorner of my farm. The part of our journey that layover the public road I most dreaded—first, because we io8 ASSASSINATION OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN. were very liable to meet someone on the road, and sec-ond, because we had to pass two dwelling houses closeto the road. One was occupied by a negro named SamThomas, where there were children always around; theother was the home of John Ware, where there were sev-eral dogs. The night was intensely dark. You couldnot see your hand before you. A
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