HUNTED DOWN: Five Days in' the Fog. a grilling Narrattfce ESCAPE OF YOUNG (1RANICE DRUNKEN, INFURIATED MOB. en by himself while in jail, and respectfully dedicated to }Ar. JVicholas green. n:\xoi800: 1875. University of California • Berkeley The Peter and Rosell Harvey Memorial Fund HUNTED DOWN: Five Days in the Fog. & grilling Natratt&e ESCAPE OF YOUNG GRANICE DRUNKEN, INFURIATED MOB. Written by himself while in, jail, and respectfully dedicated to Jtfr. Jsficholas green. SAN FRANCISCO : I || IN- .TON ST. 1875. PEEFAOE. I write this narrative -while confined in the Modesto jail awaiting my trial for the shooting of the defamer of my mother's name on the 7th of December, 1874. It will be seen by reading the following statement, that I gave myself up to the sheriff to be held to await the decision of the law. I will here explain why it was necessary for me to be taken to the Modesto jail. There was no safe jail at Merced, and it had been the custom for several months to take Merced prisoners to Modesto, a town in the adjoining county, and a distance of about forty miles. The cars passed through Merced about noon on the day of the shooting, five hours after the affair happened, and direct to Modesto. Why did not the sheriff improve this opportunity of taking me to a place of safety ? Failing in that, a good span of horses could have conveyed us to Modesto during the afternoon. He knew the jail was not safe, and instead of doing what every sensible man would conceive to be a sheriff's duty, he chose rather to send me out handcuffed, with two men, on a public highway, to a lone wayside inn, seven miles from Merced, and ten from Snellings. It seems from my brother's and several other gentlemen's statement, that every horse was engaged at the livery stable in Merced before eight o'clock on that night. There is another question which will naturally arise in the thinking mind: Where did the sheriff go, and what was he doing that night while the mob was getting ready ? The mystery may be solved some day. I wish to show in this simple statement that I did not flee coward-like from justice, but that I was making my escape from a drunken infuri- ated mob, after being duly liberated by the deputy sheriff. I understand that the mob, or a portion of the mob that night returned and destroyed my step-father's printing office, although the sheriff was in town. H. H. GBANICE. jhunlftl floutn ; or, fine Sags in the fog. Oh, why this fog, so thick and dark for five long days and nights? It seems as though kind Providence has veiled the heavenly lights, That he who seeks his life to save shall live the tale to tell Of drunken mobs and demon cries, like legions just from hell. On Monday morning, at about fifteen minutes to eight o'clock, December 7th, 1874, immediately after the shoot- ing, or as soon thereafter as I could collect my scattered senses, which was in about three minutes, I inquired for the sheriff for the purpose of giring myself up; but lie nor any of his deputies were on the spot. After waiting a few minutes longer I began to grow impatient at the delay of the officers, and not wishing to move from the scene of shooting for fear the movement would be mis- construed and I bo accused of trying to effect an escape, I sent a messenger in quest of Sheriff Meany (I forget now who the messenger was). In a short time thereafter Sheriff Meany arrived on the spot, and perceiving him, I addressed him thus: •* Sheriff Meany, I am your pris- oner." He grabbed me in rather a rough manner by the lappel of my coat, took me to the lock-up, thence to the El Capitan hotel, and after remaining at the latter place for half an hour (for what reason I know not), he conducted me back to the lock-up, thrust me in, and turned the key on me. In a short time thereafter my breakfast was brought to me without knife or fork to eat with. The victuals were not fit for a dog to eat. I so expressed myself to Meany, and asked him to give me a decent breakfast. He answered me thus: " That has got to answer. Can't treat you different from other prison- ers." With the exception of the coffee, I set the break- fast aside. In the meantime, quite a crowd had collected outside the jail, and Meany was inciting them to mob violence by his vindictive expressions against me. I kept per- fectly quiet and said nothing to Meany nor his deputies. Suspecting the duplicity of Meany, I despatched a cou- rier for my brother George, who was living some fifteen miles north of Merced. My brother arrived in town about noon, and immediately came to me. He was searched by Meany and then admitted into the lock-up. He had hardly shaken hands with me when he heard Meany say something, and turning to me, remarked: 4i I hear Meany talking, and I think it unsafe to be in here, as I am in their power while shut up in here." He immediately asked to be let out, and his request was acceded to. In the course of the day a fellow named Packard, a shoulder-hitter of Meany's, came skulking around the jail and, picking up a gun, attempted to get an opportunity to shoot me through the bars of the lock-up. I perceived his intention in time to hug the wall directly under the bars, thereby preventing him from as- sassinating me. The deputy sheriff told him to put the gun down; that he had no right to pick it up. After loiter- ing around a few minutes longer, Meany came up, and then this Packard commenced to annoy me with insult- ing remarks; and although Meany was there and heard him, he said nothing to him. He left shortly after, indulg- ing in the remarks mentioned above, and I afterwards learned that he returned and tried to shoot me through the bars of the jail with a pistol. I knew that my dan- ger was great, and my only hope was in my friends pro- tecting me, not the Sheriff, for he had expressed himself in such a free manner in my hearing, although he did not know that I was listening, that I knew there was no protection to- hope for from that source. Knowing this, I did not beseech him to save me; I merely asked him,, when I gave myself into his custodv, to take me before a justice of the peace; I would waive an examination and go to Modesto. It was eight o'clock in the morning when I delivered myself up to Meany. The cars would leave for Modesto at 1 p. m. There were, therefore, five hours in which to allow me to do that which would take but ten minutes, to wit — take me before a justice of the peace, and allow me to waive an examination. I told him it was dangerous for me to re- main in Merced, and I wanted to waive, and go to Mo- desto for safety. My attorney, P. D. Wigginton, men- tioned the matter to many in my presence, about nine- o'clock in the morning. One hour passed — two hours — three — four. It was one o'clock, and still Meany had done nothiug, although repeatedly urged by my friends to do something. Well, when one o'clock arrived, and and I still remained in the lock-up, I knew what I could expect from Meany. I then made up my mind to say nothing to him, but let matters take their course, and await developments. He, no doubt, was surprised that I did not beg him to take me to some place of safety; but I knew it was useless to ask him to save my life. I had asked him to take me to Modesto in order to pre- vent violence; and one o'clock arriving, I knew what his action meant, on account of his expressions used in my bearing while I was lying in the lock-up. It was plain to nit' that ho was in sympathy with the mob, which I knew was rising. I said nothing, but kept my own eonneel. A heavy fog came up about five o'clock p. m., and it was near dark at that hour. Meany opened the door and ordered me, in a quick, sharp, rough voice, to put on my coat, which 1 had taken off in order the more easily to slip through the hands of the mob in case they broke in Lock-up to take me out. Said Meany: I "Be quick! S*ut your coat on. Got to take you out *>f this right now, as they will be down here in less than an hour and hang you! " I merely said to him, " Why didn't you take me to Modesto when you could have done so with safety?" That question was a poser to him, and he made some inarticulate reply. I put on my coat, and accompanied by Meany and Deputy Sheriff Breen, one carrying a double-barreled shot-gun, the other a repeating rifle, started towards the new court house, which lies just at the edge of town. Upon reaching the south-west corner of the enclosure surrounding the building, I perceived a thorough-brace awaiting us. John Hathaway had the lines, and I was hand-cuffed and put in the carriage with Deputy Breen, and Meany told Breen to go as far as the Half- Way House and there stop. After giving this •order, he started back to towns I then saw through the whole arrangement. He had put me into the hands of a deputy, and as he confidently expected the mob would hang me, he would be free from blame, and could say, «« Granice was not in my hands, but in the hands of a deputy." During all this time I said nothing although I thought a great deal. Hathaway drove, according to Meany's or* ders, toward the Half-Way House. It struck me, as well as the deputy sheriff and also Hathaway (as I after- wards learned from their conversation), that the mob was lying in wait at the bridge, at the crossing of Bear Creek. I kept a sharp look-out ahead, and in a few min- utes the Bear Creek bridge loomed up through the fog, about one hundred yards ahead. I kept a steady eye on the structure as we drew near, expecting every second to see the forms of the devils. At last the bridge was reached and crossed, and that which I most dreaded and feared — the crossing of Bear Creek bridge — was passed in safety. While crossing the bridge, I looked behind and perceived eight men about one hundred yards behind, on foot, approaching the bridge. The programme was not laid down quite right. They were about one minute behind time, thanks to John Hathaway's rapid driving, who, of course, together with the deputy sheriff, knew nothing of the little arrange- ment to get me on the road. But they strongly sus- pected,as I learned from a word that I caught from their whispered conversation. After crossing the bridge* Hathaway whipped up his horses, and we started off at a rapid pace for the Half- Way House. I heard Deputy Sheriff Breen remark to Hathaway: "John, its strange Meany didn't tell us to keep right on to Modesto, instead of stopping so near town. But I have got to follow instructions. If the mob comes, I'll turn Harry loose, d — — d if I don't, if there is no other lecourse." I then spoke up and said: « Well, Mr. Breen, if you do, and I am alive, you will find me in the Modesto jail inside of a week." He then remarked: " Oh, they may not come." The above remark was the only one I passed from the time of leaving the lock-up till I arrived at the Half* Way House, as I was deeply engaged in thought, trying to arrive at some plan to outwit the mob, whom I felt certain would be on my tracks ere long, if they were not so already. It was half- past seven or eight o'clock when we arrived at the Half- Way House, six miles north of Merced. I was led into the house, securely handcuffed* The horses were taken out of their traces; then supper was ordered. We sat down to the table and eat our sup- per. After finishing my repast, I was conducted to a room and put to bed with the handcuffs on. I had no sooner laid down when I was agreeably surprised to see my brother George step into the room — a young man about twenty years of age, and brave as a lion. Like a sleuth-hound he had scented me out. It was then be- 8 tween eight and nine o'clock. In presence of Hathaway, Breen and the host, we held a hurried conversation. George was armed and on horseback, but his horse was completely fagged out. He said: "I will ride to town, and if met by the mob on the road, I will put spurs to my horse and give the officer an alarm." I tried to dissuade him from running any risk, but he would not listen to me. He said: "I will ride towards town; if I reach there without en- countering the mob I will get a fresh horse and stand guard at the bridge.' ' He then left. I afterward learned that he reached town with his horse completely broken down, and ap- plied to all their livery stables for another, but was told that they were all engaged (doubtless to the mob). After my brother's departure, the deputy sheriff re- mover* one of the hand-cuffs from my wrist, fastened it on his own, and got in bed with me, Hathaway and Powell, the proprietors of the house, standing guard. Shortly after Breen retired I dropped off asleep. I had slept for some time when I heard Hathaway call to Breen in an undertone: " Wake up, Nick, they are coming!" I immediately awoke my sleeping bed-fellow, who, jumping up, listened for a moment. Breen stopped to listen again, when Hathaway exclaimed, " For God's sake, Nick, hurry up; they are right here! " Hathaway was white as a sheet, and held a double - barreled shot- gun in his hands in a determined manner, while Breen hastily picked up his pants from the floor, took out the key of the hand-cuffs, and taking me by my extended wrist, loosened it (it seemed an age, while he was feeling in his pocket for the key). At this instant I heard the fiends for the first time. They were theu about one hun- dred yards from the house. I hurriedly put on my pants, shoes and vest, and catching up my coat, I made a hasty 9 exit out of the back door. As I did so, a terrible shout vrent up from the throats of the mob, which sounded like the yells of devils from the lower regions, and I thought they had discovered me as I passed out of the door. As soon as I reached the open air I got down on my hands andknees and crawled very softly about fifty yards from the house, when I stopped and put my ear to the ground to see if they were yet on my track. The fog was very thick; one could not see three yards ahead. I listened for a second; then caking off my shoes to pre- vent making a noise, and putting on my coat, I crawled about one thousand yards. I then stopped to think what was best for me to do to out- wit those seeking my life. I argued to myself that it was best to tack back toward Merced, as the mob would be apt to pursue me north- ward and eastward that night. They would imagine, so I thought, that I would flee before them and strike for the Merced river; so I concluded to go where they would least expect to find me. I would return and strike Bear Creek, which has very high banks and a narrow chan- nel, but which at that time contained no water. If I could reach the creek (which was some seven miles off) before day-break, I knew I would be safe for one day, at least, provided I was very cautious. With this reso- lution formed, I listened for a few seconds, and hearing nothing, I started to make a semi-circle of the Half- Way House in order to get on the other side of it. By a bright lit.' lit which the fog magnified to at least ten times ■••. Which kept moving to and fro in and around the Half Way-House, which was either a torch or a lantern, 1 knew that the blood-thirsty crew were searching un- der the porch and in the out-houses for me. I had not proceeded a quarter of a mile after taking my resolve to get between the mob and Merced, when I came to the road leading from the above houses to Cox's Ferry. I stopped and listened for a second and peered through the fog, which was growing denser and more dense as 10 the night advanced, but could discern nothing but the bright light before mentioned, which I was utilizing as a guide to travel by. I then crossed the road; I had no sooner done so than I discovered two horsemen going toward Snelling. I fell flat on my face, scarcely daring to breathe, and they passed on without discovering me. While lying down I watched them attentively to see if they suspected their close proximity to me, as they were riding at that moment very slow, and were apparently on the alert for any sound which might possibly reach their ears. I saw several more horsemen, but luckily they did not see me before I had accomplished the semi-circle around the Half- Way House; but after accom- plishing that manoeuvre, I saw no one again that night, as I kept away from the roads, and was not under the necessity of crossing any more. When about four miles from Merced, I altered my course slightly with the in- tention of striking Bear Creek; about one or two miles below town; but losing my reckoning, I reached the creek about five hundred yards from the bridge. It was now near daylight, and the fog was impene- trable to the eye, or at least all objects moving in it at a greater distance than fifty yards. Having reached the creek, and put on my shoes (having walked all the way from the Half- Way House in my stocking feet), I pro- ceeded up. By daylight I was opposite the County Hos- pital Farm, situated northeast of town. 1 cautiously passed beyond it, and as there was a road running on each side of the creek at this point, I scrambled up its banks and struck out toward the foot-hills, knowing that I would not be apt to encounter the mob off from a road, within a circle of five miles from Merced. I commenced to walk around a section of land which was marked by a furrow, and which I think belonged to Upton. I had to keep walking to keep from freezing. I was now about two miles from the Hospital grounds the hour about nine o'clock a. m., and up to this time I 11 had only halted once, then for only a second to put on my shoes. I was sick, tired, thirsty, and commenced to fell hungry. I sat down for awhile to rest. I was very weak and emaciated from a severe attack of bloody flux, from which I had suffered several days prior to the shooting, and which continued during the first two days of my wandering. My mouth was dry and parched; there was no water to be seen; I looked at the grass; the fog had made it damp; I will try to suck the dampness I thought; as I was preparing to do so, to my horror I discovered that my jaws were locked. I had doubtless clasped them firmly the night before, determined to es- cape, and in my eagerness had not opened my mouth ; and that, together with the cold and thirst, had fastened them vise-like. I rubbed and worked nervously for sev- eral minutes ; then I bethought me of my printer rule which was luckily in my vest pocket. With this I succeeded in prying my jaws apart, and with a few crumbs of tobacco which I found in my pants' pocket, I found relief. I then resumed my walk; would walk around the section and return to my starting point.' alternately walking a mile and resting for a half hour, thus I passed some three hours. About noon the fog exhibited indications of clearing off, and I thought it best to hunt the shelter of some friendly creek, for the double purpose of screening my- self from view and quenching my thirst, which was be- coming almost unbearable. Sick and hungry, I started in quest of Bear Creek; and after traveling about an hour, I realized the fact that I had become lost in the fog. Pre- vious to tli is discovery, I had passed within sight of sev- eral houses, but not knowing all the inhuman wretches who were hunting me down, I durst not apply within for food, and shelter from the cold, chilling fog, for fear of encountering some one in sympathy with the mob, if not one of the actual participants. Upon finding that I was lost, I began to blame myself for not going boldly 12 into one of the several farm houses, making myself known, requesting food and a conveyance to Fresno or Modesto, to deliver myself up to a sheriff who was not an actual participant in the mob, much less in sympathy with the same. But I kept up my courage, and tried to discover my bearings. I thought I must be somewhere'near Mariposa Creek; so trudging along for about two hours longer, I found that I had guessed rightly, and I struck the above mentioned creek about a mile or two north of the rail- road crossing, and knew my whereabouts to a certainty. I clambered down its steep banks on one side and up on the other, when I espied a man about one hundred yards distant, armed with a rifle. Although the fog still con- tinued to hang over the valley, I was fearful lest he had seen me. Immediately upon sighting him, I couched down in the tall grass, which grew quite rank on the banks of the creek at this particular spot, and cautiously raised my head to see if I had been discovered; as I did so, I perceived he had seen me. He was about sixty or eighty yards off, was standing with his face toward me, and had just made a movement to approach my hiding place, when with a sudden impulse I seized a long shovel handle (which I had picked up early in the morning, for use as a walking stick), and lying flat on my stomach, brought it to bear on the man. My ruse was successful. He evidently took the harmless weapon for a rifle, and immediately disappeared in the fog, going up the creek. This man, whoever he was, no doubt, thinks to this day, that some one took him for Granice, and that he ran a narrow risk of being shot — with a shovel handle. As I said before, he took up the creek, and I proceeded down, and about four o'clock I struck the railroad cross- ing seven or eight miles from Merced. Still keeping on the north side of the track, I proceeded toward that town, being careful to keep away from the roads. After proceeding two or three miles, I concluded to 13 get on the other side of the track; and with that object in view, tried to catch a view of the telegraph poles, in order to find the track; in a few minutes I discovered them. In order to change my position to the other side of the track, I would have to cross two roads, one on each side, which was a dangerous undertaking so near Merced, in the day time. But the fog gave me courage, and I started. I had just crossed over the track, mean- time keeping my eyes on all sides of me, when I dis- covered a man riding along toward Merced. I immedi- ately dropped flat, and he rode past, all unconcious of my near presence. This fellow, I should judge from his paraphranalia — consisting of six shooter, bowie knife and gun — was one of the brave crowd whom I encount- ered the preceding night at the Half-Way House. The horse was completely fagged out, and his rider was evi- dently returning to Merced for a fresh movement. I know you, sir; I saw you, but you did not me. After the outlines of horse and rider faded away in the foggy mist, I hurriedly walked about a half mile from the railroad, intending to lay in one of the many little hol- lows thereabouts and await the coming of dark. It was now about half past tour. Up to this time I Had not had a drop of water, although I had hunted for it in creeks and " hog wallows." The cravings of appe- tite <-d, and proceeded on my way — my place of destination, Merced. About seven o'clock 14 I reached the outskirts of the town, and, proceeding cautiously to Fourteenth street, through Chinatown, crossed the railroad track below the El Capitan Hotel* Just as I stepped on the track two men passed on their way to town — evidently men from one of the farms be- yond Merced. I was then about five hundred yards from my home, and I determined at any risk to find out the fate of my would be brother and poor dear mother, (whom I expected home on Monday night). Crawling on my hands and knees to within one hundred yards of the house (which was the last one at the west end of Seventeenth street), I watched for about five minutes to see if the place was under the surveillance of the mob. Discovering no indication of any one on the outside, I crept along, reached the back door, and cautiously tried to get a view into the interior, but could see nothing, as the windows were covered with heavy curtains. I shud- dered at the gloomy appearance of everything about the house; I wondered if any of the family were dead within, I then opened the back door, and looking in discov- ered the children and a neighbor lady, Mrs, Keogh. When I opened the door the children ran off frightened, as they did not know who I was. I hastily asked Mrs. Keogh where the family was. She replied M all gone/' " Are they all alive ?" She answered ''yes." Just then I heard a noise at the front door and beat a hasty retreat out the back door. I dare uot venture back where there were so many children, so I went to another part of town, where I knew almost to a certainty those who were thirsting for my blood. I ventured to look into the house of two persons whom I did not know, I saw them through the windows of their house, and knew that if they were not friends they were not ene- mies. Going to the door, I rapped. The door was opened, and standing in the dark I requested a drink of water, which was handed to me. It was the first water I had tasted since leaving the Half- Way House. I then* stepped boldly into the room and said; 15 •** I suppose you know who I am? I am Granice." They remarked, " Yes." "Well," said I, "give me something to eat; I am al- most starved." Something told me there was nothing to fear from these people. Telling them to put down the curtains and lock the door, I sat down to the table and commenced to par- take of a lunch which they sat before me. I feared to «at too heartily, as I had not tasted food for twenty-four hours. After eating and drinking and resting for about =a half hour, I asked for a hat, as mine had been left at the Half- Way House the night before. One was given me, and also a blanket, and some victuals which I strapped up in the blanket; and throwing the whole over my shoulder, I signified my intention of departing, and left them, with the injunction to say nothing to any one •about seeing me. They gave me their promise, which they faithfully kept. I then took up my weary march again. It had been walk, walk, since the preceding night. After leaving my newly-made acquaintances, I struck off into the chilling fog, hardly knowing which way to turn. I had learned from these people that my brother and step- father were ■being hunted down by Meany and his mob, and I knew I must get away from the hot-bed of their rendezvous — Merced — as soon as possible before day-light the next morning. I proceeded toward Modesto, on the railroad track, and kept up ray weary tramp, tramp, tramp, scarcely able to drag one foot after the other, until near morning. At about four o'clock I reached a point about four miles from the Merced river and one or two from the railroad, and could proceed no farther. Spreading my blanket, a single one, on the fog-damp earth, I laid down and slept for about an hour — the first rest and sleep for more than fifty-eight hours, unl.-s it be the short stop I made while at Merced. But the sleep did me more harm than 16 good, as the cold chilled me through and through, ant? left my limbs so stiff that I could scarcely stand, much less walk. I managed to drag my weary body back to> the railroad, and just as I reached it I saw a hand-car eoming down the track at a rapid rate. It was going toward the Merced river, to the section - house at that point. One white man and four or five Chinamen were- in the car. Hailing the man, he stopped. I asked for a ride. He told me to jump on, and I did so, and sat right among the Chinamen. I told the man that I was hunt- ing work, but had been taken sick and was scarcely able to travel; that I was going to Modesto, where I had friends. He said I was welcome to a ride. I watched him narrowly, and saw that he did not suspicion any- thing. I rode as far as the Merced river with him, and as he was going no farther, I was obliged to get off. He- will probably be surprised to learn that that sick man hunting for a job was Granice, who at that time was* being hunted down for his lii'e 7 and for whom there were large imaginary rewards offered for his capture. I would advise him not to chide himself for his short-sightedness in not discovering whom I was, and thereby letting the reward slip through his hands, as I can assure him, had he captured me, he would have received not one dime for his pains. Sick, worn out, footsore, not knowing the fate of my poor mother, brother and step-father, I cautiously ap- proached the saloon at Chessy station, and peering through the window without being seen, I saw six or seven men sitting around the stove; I recognized but one among the number; the rest were strangers to me. Knowing my enemies, I saw at a glance there were none among those men. Half frozen and famished, I walked fearlessly into the bar-room, and took a seat by the stove. Addressing the bar-keeper, I asked for a glass of brandy. He evidently saw from my appearance that I was very sick, and needed a strong stimulant; and filling a glass 17 half full of brandy, he handed it to me; taking it, I drained every drop. I then commenced to warm my half-frozen body, but during the operation I was very silent. In a few minutes I felt revived, and I told the •men that I was on my way to Modesto afoot, but that I wma sick, and did not think I could hardly make the trip. My acquaintance in the meantime said nothing, and did not even appear to recognize me. At last I succeeded in getting him to one side, and told him I wanted to get to Modesto by some means. He said he could not help me, but would not inform on me. He told me he knew the men present, and that they would help me, if any- thing, to get out of the clutches of the mob. I told him I wanted to be kept out of Meany's hands; also that he was in with the mob, to my way of thinking. He said -they all understood that; that they, the men, would see me safely through. Here I eat breakfast, after which I went and hid myself in a barn. Peeping through the •cracks of the same, I saw Meany and some of the mob, Just as the afternoon train arrived, talking to one of the men I had seen in the saloon, and I thought I would be vered sure. But in a few minutes the sheriff and posse (?) left, going up the river. I had guessed rightly; the men did not suspect me; if they did, they kept their own counsel. I learned, during the afternoon, that my mother was on that train on her way to Merced, and that some one toad whispered in her ear, your son is thus far safe. This was a great relief to me, for I had feared for her safety; I knew that rumors must have reached her of my being bunted down, and of the uncertainty of my escape from the mob, and I knew that her agony must be terrible. I remained hid in the barn until nightfall, when I ven- tured fort h, and was guided by two friends to a good hid- ing plaoe, fcheJt main object being to keep me out of the clniehee of the mob, ae 1 Informed them that I did not 18 wish to evade the law, but wanted to reach Modestc when I could do so with safety. I did not look upon Meany as an officer, as he, to my knowledge, mixed with the mob, and deputized some of the ring leaders as his posse. I have his own word for this, because he told me, while returning with me to- Modesto from my exam- ination at Merced, that there was not a half-dozen men out but what he had deputized. I laid hid in my new retreat, which was in a barn, some four or five miles from Cressy Station. This barn was filled with hay, and I burrowed a hole, got into it, covered it up, and lay hid all day, venturing forth at night only, to stretch my aching limbs and to get water. While hid in this barn, I suffered from cold, hunger and thirst. While hid here, the mob was hunting for me every- where, and whenever the cowardly crew came to a thicket of willows that they feared to inspect closely or in which they thought I might be hid, they fired into the same. The firing was distinctly seen and heard by myself at one particular point on the Merced river. In> the corral of the barn in which I lay hid there were a dozen or so of fine horses, out of which I could have- taken my pick, bad I desired to effect my escape, but that was far from my intention* I was determined not to flee if I could possibly reach Modesto in safety. Had I have had no opportunity to have done so, as a last re- sort I would have armed myself, mounted a good horse, and leading another, struck a bee line for Mex- ico. Knowing the country so well, and for other reasons- which I will not mention here, I could have reached that country without fear of arrest; and after stopping there six months or a year, I would have returned and stood my ttiaL Luckily, I had an opportunity to reach Modesto, but not without incurring a great risk from the mob, whom I had to dodge on every hand in order to reach Cressy 19 Station, where, under the protection of five friends, I took passage to Modesto on Saturday morning. Arriv- ing there at seven o'clock, I immediately went to the Ross House, eat my breakfast, and then sent a messenger in quest of the sheriff. He being out of town, his deputy, Chas. Aull, came into the parlor. I was intro- duced, to him, and gave myself into his custody. That night the sheriff called out a large number of men to prevent a set of scoundrels from Merced from mobbing me. I have written this simple, uncolored, true statement of facts in justice to Nick Breen, as Mr. Fleming, the deputy sheriff, told my mother that Mr. Meany had or- dered Mr. Breen to take me to Modesto, and that he (Breen) had disobeyed orders. My mother went imme- diately to Mr. Breen and asked him if what Mr. Flem- ing said was true. " No," said Mr. B., " I wanted to take Harry to Modesto, but Meany's strict orders were, the Half- Way House." The following beautiful poem was written after the authoress had spent several hours in jail with the pris- oner in company with his mother, in which time they all dined together; the meal being furnished from a res- taurant by his mother. Young Harry acted as host, calm and dignified, though pale from confinement and want of sun and air: THE FATAL SLANDER ; OR, HARRY'S DEFENSE. BY MBS. L. E. DBASE. The sun was shining bright without, where happy faces smiled, Bat within the lonesome prison walls sat one so pale and mild; No sigh escaped his peaceful lips, no tear bedimmed his eye, Though weary from the waiting to know if he must die. Kind stranger, do you wish to know what is the prisoner's crime ? Twas because some cruel monster his mother did malign, Which roused the sleeping passions of anger, hate and strife, When in a time unguarded he took the offender's life. ' 20 " Oh now," said he, " I'm ready to answer fur this crime; You see I've killed the villain my mother did malign- That mother who has cherished me through all my childhood days, And rocked me on her hosom when weary of my plays; That mother, who in her early years her orphan boy has led O'er weary wastes and craggy p^aks, to earn our daily bread, Far over snow-capped mountains and through the sunny glens, To sell her own productions— her books— to stranger men; That mother, who at midnight hours, when daily toils were o'er, And millions, on their downy beds inside their palace door Were resting from all sorrow while she, who forced to roam, Sat writing by the camp-fire— an authoress, with no home. How many, many were the days, when I was but a child, I stood beside that mother, and watched her pen the while, Until her hand grew weary ; her mind would fain have rest. But the publisher was waiting ; the book, her child might bless. Thus months and years rolled onward; when childhood's days were done, I stood beside that mother, a faithful, happy son. For years we toiled together, with books and pen and type, In hopes the future had for us a home — Oh, happy sight 1 But ah ! stern fate, how cruel ! when men who mock our laws, And strive with unrelenting hand to find some legal cause To murder every cherished hope with slander's cruel knife, And drop by drop to steal away poor woman's helpless life." 'Twas slander vile, young Harry saw upon the printed page; His mother dear, the victim, which caused the fires to rage; His cheeks grew pale with anguish, his heart could know no fear; He only thought of days gone by, and mother's name so dear. He only thought of years agone, when mother's face was young; Her arms were strong and willing, then, to guard her little son; But times have changed that youthful face, and age is creeping on, While he, in early manhood now, must be the stronger one. Shall he defend his mother's name ? No duty is too great, Though prison walls or gallows high for him will anxious wait; And now within the lonely jail young Harry waits his doom; Though it be liberty or death, the time must shortly come. Oh, mothers dear and fathers, too ! Oh, women, weak or strong ! Kemember Harry's cause is yours, for you he's suffered long; 'Twas not for gold or laurel wreath, 'twas not for praise or fame, 'Twas not for love of honors great, but love of woman's name. HV£5~33 cz ■ 1V5~