The assassination of Abraham Lincoln : flight, pursuit, capture, and punishment of the conspirators . gentleman, and found him to be John , a son of Thomas A. Jones, the man who se-creted Booth in the thicket. He could not tell meanything new of that eventful period, but I did learnfrom him something that pleased me very much. I NARRATIVE OF A WALK. 261 had been informed that Henry Woodland, the eoloredslave who assisted Thomas Jones in getting iJoothacross the river, was dead; but Mr. Jones infonnetl methat he was living twenty miles distant on the farm ofWilliam McK. Burroughs, on Cob
The assassination of Abraham Lincoln : flight, pursuit, capture, and punishment of the conspirators . gentleman, and found him to be John , a son of Thomas A. Jones, the man who se-creted Booth in the thicket. He could not tell meanything new of that eventful period, but I did learnfrom him something that pleased me very much. I NARRATIVE OF A WALK. 261 had been informed that Henry Woodland, the eoloredslave who assisted Thomas Jones in getting iJoothacross the river, was dead; but Mr. Jones infonnetl methat he was living twenty miles distant on the farm ofWilliam McK. Burroughs, on Cobb Xeck, near Tomp-kinsville, Charles County. I then and there made upmy mind that I would go and see the old man, and gethim up to show me the ground, from the spot in thewoods where the assassins were secreted to the point onthe river where Jones and he shoved them ofT in the veryboat that Woodland had used during the day fishing forshad. I remarked to Jones, in the presence of severarmenwho were waiting for work to be done, that I would goon to Coxs Station, six miles farther, where I intended. STREET IS BKVANTOWN, MU., LauKING NORTH. 262 ASSASSINATION OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN. Staying all night, and next day get a team and go afterWoodland. I could not spare the time to walk, and ifI took a buggy I could bring him up. With this I badethe occupants of the shop good-by, and, when about asquare away, heard a voice calling me. Turning around,I saw coming one of the men who was in the he came up he asked me what I would give him totake me down to where Woodland lived, and I said any-thing that was right. He fixed the price at threedollars, and promised to land me at Coxs Station on thereturn, bringing Woodland back with us, providing hewould come. I accepted his ofTer. which I thought wasliberal, and we walked a few feet farther, and came to ayoke of young oxen hitched to a cart. He said: Getin, and I got on. for it was simply a flat bed with asack of ground corn in the middl
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