Part 7 (1/2)
I come now to the ride out of the city by the chief a.s.sa.s.sin and his dupe. Harold met Booth immediately after the crime in the next street, and they rode at a gallop past the Patent Office and over Capitol Hill.
As they crossed the Eastern branch at Uniontown, Booth gave his proper name to the officer at the bridge. This, which would seem to have been foolish, was, in reality, very shrewd. The officers believed that one of Booth's accomplices had given this name in order to put them out of the real Booth's track. So they made efforts elsewhere, and so Booth got a start. At midnight, precisely, the two hors.e.m.e.n stopped at Surrattsville, Booth remaining on his nag while Harold descended and knocked l.u.s.tily at the door. Lloyd, the landlord, came down at once, when Harold pushed past him into the bar, and obtained a bottle of whiskey, some of which he gave to Booth immediately. While Booth was drinking, Harold went up stairs and brought down one of the carbines.
Lloyd started to get the other, but Harold said:
”We don't want it; Booth has broken his leg and can't carry it.”
So the second carbine remained in the hall, where the officers afterward found it.
As the two hors.e.m.e.n started to go off, Booth cried out to Lloyd:
”Do you want to hear some news?”
”I don't care much about it,” cried Lloyd, by his own account.
”We have murdered,” said Booth, ”the President and Secretary of State!”
And with this horrible confession, Booth and Harold dashed away in the midnight, across Prince George's county.
On Sat.u.r.day, before sunrise, Booth and Harold, who had ridden all night without stopping elsewhere, reached the house of Dr. Mudd, three miles from Bryantown. They contracted with him for twenty-five dollars in greenbacks to set the broken leg. Harold, who knew Dr. Mudd, introduced Booth under another name, and stated that he had fallen from his horse during the night. The doctor remarked of Booth that he draped the lower part of his face while the leg was being set; he was silent, and in pain. Having no splits in the house, they split up an old-fas.h.i.+oned wooden band-box and prepared them. The doctor was a.s.sisted by an Englishman, who at the same time began to hew out a pair of crutches.
The inferior bone of the left leg was broken vertically across, and because vertically it did not yield when the crippled man walked upon it.
The riding boot of Booth had to be cut from his foot; within were the words ”J. Wilkes.” The doctor says he did not notice these, but that visual defect may cost him his neck. The two men waited around the house all day, but toward evening they slipped their horses from the stable and rode away in the direction of Allen's Fresh.
Below Bryantown run certain deep and slimy swamps, along the belt of these Booth and Harold picked up a negro named Swan, who volunteered to show them the road for two dollars; they gave him five more to show them the route to Allen's Fresh, but really wished, as their actions intimated, to gain the house of one Sam. c.o.xe, a notorious rebel, and probably well advised of the plot. They reached the house at midnight.
It is a fine dwelling, one of the best in Maryland. And after hallooing for some time, c.o.xe came down to the door himself. As soon as he opened it and beheld who the strangers were, he instantly blew out a candle he held in his hand, and without a word pulled them into the house, the negro remaining in the yard. The confederates remained in c.o.xe's house till 4 A. M., during which time, the negro saw them drink and eat heartily; but when they reappeared they spoke in a loud tone, so that Swan could hear them, against the hospitality of c.o.xe. All this was meant to influence the darkey; but their motives were as apparent as their words. He conducted them three miles further on, when they told him that now they knew the way, and giving him five dollars more--making twelve in all--told him to go back.
But when the negro, in the dusk of the morning, looked after them as he receded, he saw that both horses' heads were turned once more toward c.o.xe's, and it was this man, doubtless, who harbored the fugitives from Sunday to Thursday, aided, possibly, by such neighbors as the Wilsons and Adamses.
At the point where Booth crossed the Potomac the sh.o.r.es are very shallow, and one must wade out some distance to where a boat will float.
A white man came up here with a canoe on Friday, and tied it by a stone anchor. Between seven and eight o'clock it disappeared, and in the afternoon some men at work in Virginia, saw Booth and Harold land, tie the boat's rope to a stone, and fling it ash.o.r.e, and strike at once across a ploughed field for King George Court House. Many folks entertained them without doubt, but we positively hear of them next at Port Royal Ferry, and then at Garrett's farm.
I close this article with a list of all who were at Garrett's farm on the death of Booth.
1. E. J. Conger, Detectives.
2. Lieut. Baker, / 3. Surgeon from Port Royal, 4. Four Garrett daughters.
5. Harold, Booth's accomplice,
_Soldiers_.--Company H, Sixteenth New-York Volunteer Cavalry, Lieutenant Ed. P. Doherty commanding: Corporals A. Neugarten, J. Waly, M. Hornsby: Privates J. Mellington, D. Darker, E. Parelays, W. Mockgart; Corporals--Zimmer (Co. C), M. Taenaek; Privates H. Pardman, J. Meiyers, W. Burnn, F. Meekdank, G. Haich, J. Raien, J. Kelly, J. Samger (Co. M), G. Zeichton,--Steinbury, L. Sweech (Co. A), A. Sweech (Co. H), F.
Diacts; Sergeant Wandell; Corporals Lannekey, Winacky; Sergeant Corbett (Co. L).
Sergeant Corbett, who shot Booth, was the only man of the command belonging to the same company with Lieutenant Doherty, Commandant.
LETTER VI.
THE DETECTIVES' STORIES.