raising the hammer of my gun, and drawing a bead on him. “ Great God! don't kill me, sir,” he piteously pleaded; “don't kill me.” “ Look here, old man,” said I, savagely, “if I let you live, do you think you will trouble Union men in this county again?” “0, no, no, I will not.” “ Won't bring 'em to trial?” I asked. “No, indeed, I will not,” he solemnly asserted; “ I have been compelled to enforce the law,” he then began in extenuation, when I interrupted him with, “ Don't talk to me about enforcing the laws, you old reprobate, or I will kill you in your tracks. Now, see here,” I continued, “ I will give you a chance for your life. This is a level road, and a straight one; now, I will count one hundred and fifty, and if you are not out of sight in that time, I shall kill you, just as sure as God made little apples.” I gave the word, and began to count, and he darted off, like an arrow, and was soon lost to my view in a cloud of dust. Again taking the Athens road, I pushed on rapidly for some time till I passed several houses, and then, reaching a shallow creek, leading into the woods, I turned down it, so that the place where I left the road could not be found. I traveled up by-ways till next sunset, when I met with an old man, who had just crossed the Athens road, and he told me that he had seen twelve of Young's Tennessee Cavalry and fifteen mounted citizens after a man “ who had been raising a disturbance up the country.” He said that I answered
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