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Updated: May 17, 2025
"I hope some of the boys will get off," remarked Macgreggor. "Any one who is captured is sure to be hung now." Afterwards another prisoner was captured. There were now six of the party back in jail. Where were Watson and George during this escapade?
They thought I was a good 'Confed, and I found out that they are organized into a band to arrest suspicious characters, keep things in order in this section of the county and even turn guerrillas when they are wanted." "I see the whole thing," said Macgreggor.
Macgreggor and Jenks walked up to the register on the desk, without showing any sign of recognition, and put down their names respectively as "Henry Fielding, Memphis, Tennessee," and "Major Thomas Brown, Chattanooga." The latter, it will be remembered, wore a Confederate uniform. Watson wrote his real name, in a bold, round hand, and added: "Fleming County, Kentucky."
Before long he had made a small hole, not bigger than the dimensions of a five-dollar gold piece, straight through the plaster. Looking through it, with the aid of his candle, he saw that Watson and Macgreggor were stretched out in bed on the other side, each half-dressed and each sleeping as if there were no such thing in the world as war or danger.
It contained not a bit of furniture; nothing, indeed, save bare walls of logs, and rude mortar, and a clean pine floor. "This palace can't be renting at a very high price," remarked Macgreggor, sarcastically. "It will do us well enough for a few hours' sleep," said George. Watson nodded his head in assent.
Soldiers were running hither and thither, while the general prisoners, who had been released by Macgreggor, were soon safely housed in their old rooms. The bullets were flying thick and fast within and without the prison yard; the scene was one of pandemonium. Ere long five of the engine party had been captured, three inside of the yard and two immediately outside.
Sir William Macgreggor, ex-Governor of Queensland, has described the Papuan art of fishing by means of kites, the lure being a tassel of the web of a spider of the Nephila species. No doubt the blacks here made an independent and original discovery, and in their simplicity applied it in a different, but none the less effective, style from that of the advanced Papuan.
I see very clearly that you fellows have never been in Fleming County, nor do I think you have ever been in Kentucky at all, for the matter of that. You certainly talk more like Yankees than Kentuckians." "Then you don't believe us?" asked Macgreggor, trying to assume an air of injured innocence. "Certainly not," answered the Major.
But no man shall ever say that Ned Jackson is a coward!" He ran to the boat, leaped into it and beckoned to the Northerners. "Come on!" he shouted. Within a minute George, Macgreggor, Watson and Jenks were in the little craft, and the ferryman had unmoored it from the wharf. "Never mind," he cried, waving his hand to the soldiers, who had now reached the wharf. "I don't want you.
"This all comes from that fatal delay at Kingston," announced Macgreggor. "We would be just an hour ahead if it hadn't been for those wretched freight trains." The enemy's engine gave an exultant whistle. "Vic-to-ry! Vic-to-ry!" it seemed to shriek. Who were pursuing the Northern adventurers, and how did they learn the story of the stolen engine?
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