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ENQUIRER - SUN :COLCMBOS, GEORGIA, SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 21, 1800.
AFTER SUNSET.
Ib* fast and solemn company of clouds
Around thi sun's death, lit, incarnadined,
Cool Into ashy wan; as night enshrouds
The level pasture, creeping up behind
Through voiceless vales, o'er lawn and purpled
hill *
And hazed mead, her history to fulfill.
Cows low from far off farms; the loitering wind
Sighs in the hedge; you hear it if you will—
Though all the wood, alive atop with wings
Lifting and sinking through the leafy nooks,
Seethes with the clamor of a thousand rooks.
Now every sound at length is hush'd away.
These few are sacred moments. One more day
Drops in the shadowy gulf of bygone things.
—William Allingham.
AN OUTLAW.
The surrender of Kirby Smith let
loose upon the southwest a horde of dan
gerous men, and by the time the govern
ment had established its departments
and military posts hundreds of the late
rebel soldiery were little better than
outlaws. The strong hand of the mili
tary authorities soon downed the major
ity, but there were others who preferred
to die in the woods or swamps rather
than return to ways of peace. When
they had been given a reasonable time
to come in, and when it was seen that
they openly defied the power of the gov
ernment, they were outlawed and a price
set upon the heads of the leaders. More
over, small detachments 'of soldiers
hunted them down, and army scouts
went out in pairs and had many a stir
ring adventure. While these outlaws
were ex-rebels most of them had been
guerrillas in- the war, robbing both
friend and foe, and the regular rebel
soldier who had made a regular surren
der had no sympathy with them.
In September, 1866, word came into
Helena that an outlaw named Bill Traver
had taken up his retreat in the woods
a few miles below and on the Mississippi
shore of the river. Indeed, the word
came to us direct from him and was
brought by a colored man. Not being
able to write, he had to send a verbal
message, and it was to the effect that he
hated the government, had killed fifty
Yankees during the war, and now defied
the military force to capture him. Wil
liam Bastrop and myself, both being on
duty as scouts, were detailed to investi
gate. The order detailing us meant this:
“You are hereby granted ten days’
leave of absence to kill Bill Traver, out
law, or to be killed yourselves.”
The negro disappeared after delivering
his message, and we waited two days
before making a move. We were then
set across the river in a skiff at night
and left to pursue our planji. Traver
would be expecting ns to approach his
retreat in front and by boat, while we
proposed to go in by the back door, if at
ail. He might be in the woods and he
might not, although the negro was honest
in telling his story. We doubted if any
human being could_liye in the woods at
'that season oh account of the torment of
the insects^ We had in mind an old
cabin in a clearing two miles back of the
river. A squad of fifteen pf ns had once
captured five o^I^wgtothis cabin, and
in the fight IhdtojriS
For thiai^isoh no one woula occupy the
cabin, no£ even a negro squatter.
Whether Traver would be affected by
a like superstition we did not know, but
proposed to find out. We each had a
Winchester and a revolver, with a pack
of provisions, and an hour before day
light we were in hiding close to the
cabin. When day broke we saw that
the door—there was but one—was shut,
and that an old coffee sack had been
nailed over the only window. These
were evidences that the house was occu
pied by some one, and from our ambush
behind a log, and only pistol shot away,
we kept a closer watch.
It was about 8 o’clock in the morning
when a colored man came out of the
cabin and built a fire on the ground and
began to cook breakfast. We could
smell the frying bacon and catch the
odor of the coffee, and we felt sure that
Traver or some other white man was
inside. It took the man about half an
hour to prepare the meal, and during
this interval we made up our minds that
we had never seen him before^ When
he had everything ready he went to the
door and called, and five minutes later
Traver appeared. There was no mis
taking him, as he tallied point for point
with the description given ns. He was
a ragged, dirty, desperate looking fel
low, and he was evidently in bad humor.
He kicked the negro aside and sat down
to his breakfast, and for ten minutes he
kept up a continued growling and curs
ing. The negro retired to a log ten feet
away, and while he made no reply to
the abuse heaped upon him, he did not
seem much disturbed by it.
There was no doubt that Traver was
well armed. Had he not considered him
self perfectly safe he would not have
stirred outdoors without a weapon.
seemed long enough to make a full
week. We were tormented by mos
quitoes, had only hardtack to satisfy
our hunger, and our thirst was quenched
with water unfit for an ox to drink.
We were constantly expecting to see the
men open the door and spring for cover,
only a few feet away, and the situation
was a constant tax on the nerves. Noon
came, mid afternoon came, the sun went
down, and not the slightest move had
been made by our enemies. Had we
not seen them rush into the cabin and
shut the door we should have said that
the place was untenanted. Traver,
though a desperate man*had too much
sense to expose himself to our fire by
daylight. He knew that there were at
least two of ns, and perhaps he feared
that we numbered five or six. He had
only to wait until night came to get a
more even show.
As the sun went down and'the dark
ness settled upon the wood we crept
nearer the house, and when we finally
got settled it was at the roots of a tree
not over twenty feet from the door and
directly opposite. While the night was
a fairly dark one the door could not be
opened without our hearing and seeing.
It was our idea that along about mid
night it would be suddenly flung open
and the men would leap out to the right
and left, and therefore neither of us
slept. Indeed sleep, with the myriads of
mosquitoes swarming around us, would
have been impossible. There were times
when it seemed as if we would be eaten
alive and when we had to lay down our
guns and make a fight for it. At about
1 o’clock there was a pounding on the
door of the cabin and the thick voice of
a negro called out:
“Hey, you white men out dar!”*
We did not answer until he had called
several times and he then announced:
“Marse Traver ar’ dead an’ I want to
surrender.”
“When did he die?” I asked. “Jes’
’bout an hour ago. One o’ you shot him
dis mawnin’ an’ he’s been bleedin’ all
day.”
I had fired upon him and I felt quite
certain that I had hit him, and so this
statement seemed very reasonable. After
consulting for a bit we called to him to
throw open the door and come out, hut
he answered:
“Ize done afeared you’ll shoot me
down.”
“But we promise not to fire if you do
not seek to escape.”
“What’s de time o’ night?”
“About 1 o’clock.”
“Den I’ll wait ’till daylight afore I
cnm out. Den you kin all see dat I want
to surrender, an’ go up to Helena and
jine my wife. I didn’t dun want to be
heah, but Marse Traver made me cum?’
This plan suited us just as well, and
everything went along quietly until day
was just breaking, when Bastrop sud
denly roused up and whispered:
“What infernal fools wd are! Don’t
you smell the rat?”
“No. ;!
‘Til bet a hundred to one that the
nigger was giving us taffy. They have
dug piut under the logs on the back side
wmlSTvd were waiting here.”
It struck me that this was the dodge
he had played, and leaving my comrade
to watch the door I made a circuit to ap
proach the cabin in the rear. The first
thing I saw was a pile of fresh dirt close
to the logs, and this was proof that the
outlaws had escaped. The talk of the
negro was a part of the plan to throw
us off our guard, and he had probably
gone with Traver. My first thought was
to advance to the cabin and settle the
question, but as I was about to leave my
cover I heard a noise inside which satis
fied me that at least one of the pair was
still there. If so, he would shoot me as
soon as I exposed myself, as there
was no chinking between the logs on the
back side of the hut. After a few min
utes’ reflection I felt that I had sifted
the plan. Traver had left by the hole,
not for the purpose of running away,
but to circle around to our rear and then
creep up and shoot us.
It had now come to be broad day, and
I moved swiftly to get back to Bastrop.
I bad to make a considerable circuit,
and as I approached the spot, dodging
from tree to tree, I heard the report of a
rifle, followed by a ringing war whoop.
Next instant I saw the outlaw before
me, holding a smoking rifle in bis hands,
and I took a snap shot and dropped him
in his tracks. Next moment another
rifle cracked, and I heard a yell from
the negro, followed by a call from Bas
trop. I advanced to find him sitting on
the ground with the blood flowing from
his head, and at first I thought he had a
fatal wound. An investigation, how
ever, revealed the fact that he had had a i
narrow escape. The bullet fired at him
by the outlaw had raked his scalp . and
knocked him down, but he had jumped
up just as the negro flung the door open
to come out, having a rifle in his hands.
While he had been outlawed, and while
we knew him to be a robber and mnr- j Bastrop had fired upon him and sent a
dercr, we could not kill him off hand. |’ballet into his shoulder, and the fellow
Either one of'us could have sent a bul
let into his head from our arq^ush, and
we knew that he would shoot us down
like dogs if he had the chance. We final
ly decided to flank him right and left,
and hope to get so near the cabin as to
cut off bis retreat to it when we called
upon him to surrender. I passed to the
right and Bastrop to the left. He had
the best cover. When I had accom
plished half the distance the negro sud
denly rose up, alarmed by the breaking
of a twig, saw me, and uttered a whoop.
Bastrop rose up and demanded a surren
der, while I fired on the outlaw. In an
instant both men were in the cabin with
the door shut, and our game was blocked.
We dropped to the ground, and five min
utes later one passing by could not have
told that there was a human being with
in twenty miles of the spot.
After a quarter of an hour of the
deepest silence we moved back until we
came together. We had caged our man,
and the negro was evidently a bad one
aa well. We had the advantage of being
able to command the only exit from the
house, but there was no telling what
sort of a dodge Traver would be up to
as an offset. We decided to guard the
door and window for the day at least,
feeling certain that the outlaws had no
supply of water in the cabin. That day
was rolling around on the earth and
howling like a wolf with pain and fear.
Traver was stone dead. The ballet Lad
struck him in the head, and he fell in a
heap. lie had a Winchester, two revol
vers and two knives, and there was such
a look of ferocity in his face that we had
to turn away from it.
The negro was also well armed, but
the wound had taken all the fight out of
him. He had been with Traver for
three months, and admitted to having
had a hand in several serious crimes dur
ing that period. We took him to Hele
na, where he suffered amputation of the
wounded arm and died soon after.—New
York Sun.
Deft with His Toes.
A man recently wrote to the London
newspapers about an 18-year-old lad liv
ing at Bristol, who, being without arms,
paints pictures by holding a brush in his
mouth. It has since been discovered
that there is an armless man at Antwerp
who has for years worked at copying
pictures in the public gallery there. He
uses his toes instead of his fingers, and
can put his foot into the tail pocket of
his coat, pull out his handkerchief and
wipe his head, which • is bald, all the
while balanced on a high stool.—Cor.
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No. 235.’
No. 234. The Island Home. By M. T. Caldou.
No. 283. The Fatal Glove- By Claba Augusta
No. 228. The Mill ‘ '
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No. 223. lluth Herrick,
No. 215. Kuth ven’s Ward. By Florence Marry at.
No. 214. Two Kisses. By the author of " Dora Thorne.”
No. 219. Clouds and Sunshine. By Charles Reads.
No. 212. A Vagabond Heroine. By Mrs. a. Edwards.
No. 211. Thorny croft Grange. By Rett Winwood.
No. 210. Caramel Cottage. By Mrs. Henry Wood.
No. 209. The Dream Worann. Ey Wilkie Collins.
No. 208. The Treasure of Franchurd. .ByR. L. Stev
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No. 207. The Misadventures of John Xlcholaom By
Robert Louis Stevenson.
No. 206. Bread Upon the Waters. By Miss Mulock. Til’d.
No. 205. A Tale of Three Lions. By H. Rider Haggard.
No. 204. Page Ninety-two. By Mary Cecil Hay.
No. 203. Mury Hard wick’s Rival. By Mrs. H. Wood.
No. 202. Wall Flowers. By Marion Harland. Ill’d,
No. 201, The Merchant’s Crime. By Horatio Alokr, Jr.
No. 200. George Caulfield’s Journey. By Miss Bhaddon.
No. 198. My Slater Kate. By author " DoraThorue." fil'd.
No. 197. Hesperia. By M. T. Cai.dor.
No. 196. Ivan the Serf. By 8yi.yanvs Cobb, Jr.
No. 195. A Dark Inheritance. By Mary Cecil Hay.
No. 184. J'liat Winter Night- By Robert Buchanan.
No. 183. The Bed Cross. By M. T. Cai.dor.
No. 182. For Love or lUclies. By author ”A Groat
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No. 181. The Wfxard of Grenada. By M. T. Caldob.
No. 180. A Woman’s Secret. By Clara Augusta.
No. 156. The Guilty River. By Wilkie Collins.
No. 155. Florence Ivlngton’s Oath. By Mrs. Mary A.
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No. 150. A Playwright’s Daughter. By Mrs. annib
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No. 149. Hollow Ash Hall. By Margaret Blount, fil'd.
No. 148. A Bartered Life. By Marion Harland.
No. 147. Sir Noel's Heir. Bv Mrs. May Agnes Fleming.
No. 148. Doris’s Fortune. By Florence Warden.
No. 145. The Nine of Hearts. By B. L. Farjcon.
No. 135. A Wicked Girl. By Mary Cecil H.
No. 184. The Pearl of the Ocean. By Clara Augusta.
No. 193. The Old Ouken Chest. By Myi.vanus Cobb, Jr.
No. 132, The California Cabin. By M. T. Caldob.
No. 1B1- The Forcclllnl Rubles. By M. T. Caldou.
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No. 80. The Hoinantlo Adventures of a Milkmaid.
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. 79. A Dead Heart. By author of " Dora Thorne/*
. 77. Dark Days. By Hugh Conway.
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No. 139. The Strange Case of Dr. ^Jeky 11 and Mr.
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