The assassination of Abraham Lincoln : flight, pursuit, capture, and punishment of the conspirators . nd singing by the young ladies. , keeper of the Lower Cedar Point light-house,left us, to remain at his station all night, but before go-ing gave me proper directions to continue my walk toPort Conway, which point I expected to make the nextday. Benjamin B. Arnold, the father of Mv. James , my genial host, died some years ago. , Sr., was engaged in the plot to abduct tlie Presi-dent, and the part assigned him was to take charge ofMr. Lincoln on the Airginia side of th
The assassination of Abraham Lincoln : flight, pursuit, capture, and punishment of the conspirators . nd singing by the young ladies. , keeper of the Lower Cedar Point light-house,left us, to remain at his station all night, but before go-ing gave me proper directions to continue my walk toPort Conway, which point I expected to make the nextday. Benjamin B. Arnold, the father of Mv. James , my genial host, died some years ago. , Sr., was engaged in the plot to abduct tlie Presi-dent, and the part assigned him was to take charge ofMr. Lincoln on the Airginia side of the river and hurryhim to Richmond. When the news of the Presidents 284 ASSASSINATION OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN. assassination reached the home of Mr. Arnold, whichwas at that time a tew miles farther up the river, he ex-pressed his regrets, saying: I am very sorry the Presi-dent was shot, but very glad they never succeeded inkidnaping him, for it let me out of a very dirty job. On P>iday morning, after breakfast, I bade this hospi-table family good-by, and started on my days journey as * •! f r :r^~. HOME OF MRS. On Machodoc Creek, Va. To this house Booth was directed by Thomas Booth and Herold landed in Gambo Creek, three-quarters of a miledistant, and the latter made his way to the house for food and assistance,both of which ^vere freelj^ given. the clock struck seven. I was a little fearful that I wouldget confused and lose my road, as the direction in whichBryan conveyed Booth was through woods and bywaysfor some distance; but by inquiring frequently I suc-ceeded very well. The only mistake I made I learnedwhen I inquired at a neat little log cabin, with a colored NARRATIVE OF A WALK. 285 portrait of President AIcKiiiley hanging- in the window,where I was told I had walked half a mile past the sum-mer home of Dr. Richard Stuart; so I retraced my stepsuntil I came to a road leading to the right through rathera dense wood. The gate at this entrance was cov
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