Forty-one Thieves

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Forty-one Thieves, by Angelo Hall

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Title: Forty-one Thieves A Tale of California
Author: Angelo Hall
Release Date: November 2, 2006 [EBook #19695]
Language: English
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Forty-one Thieves
A Tale of California
ANGELO HALL

Copyright, 1919 THE CORNHILL COMPANY BOSTON

DEDICATED TO J. H. K.
A PARTNER OF WILL CUMMINS AND A NEIGHBOR OF ROBERT PALMER

CONTENTS
I. Dead Men Tell No Tales
II. The Graniteville Stage
III. The Girl or the Gold?
IV. A Council of War
V. Old Man Palmer
VI. Two of a Kind
VII. An Old Sweetheart
VIII. "Bed-bug" Brown, Detective
IX. The Home-Coming of a Dead Man
X. The Travels of John Keeler
XI. The Snows of the Sierras
XII. The Golden Summer Comes Again
XIII. The End of the Trail
XIV. Golden Opportunities
XV. Three Graves by the Middle Yuba
XVI. When Thieves Fall Out
XVII. Brought to Justice
XVIII. The End of J. C. P. Collins
XIX. The Home-Coming of Another Dead Man
XX. The Bridal Veil

FORTY-ONE THIEVES
CHAPTER I
Dead Men Tell No Tales
In the cemetery on the hill near the quiet village of Reedsville, Pennsylvania, you may find this inscription:
WILLIAM F. CUMMINS son of Col. William & Martha Cummins who was killed by highwaymen near Nevada City, California September 1, 1879 aged 45 yrs. and 8 months
Be ye therefore also ready For the Son of Man cometh At an hour when ye think not.
It is a beautiful spot, on the road to Milroy. In former times a church stood in the middle of the grounds, and the stern old Presbyterian forefathers marched to meeting with muskets on their shoulders, for the country was infested with Indians. The swift stream at the foot of the hill, now supplying power for a grist-mill, was full of salmon that ran up through the Kishacoquillas from the blue Juniata. The savages begrudged the settlers these fish and the game that abounded in the rough mountains; but the settlers had come to cultivate the rich land extending for twelve miles between the mountain walls.
The form of many a Californian now rests in that cemetery on the hill. A few years after the burial of the murdered Cummins, the body of Henry Francis was gathered to his fathers, and, near by, lie the bodies of four of his brothers,--all Californians. The staid Amish farmers and their subdued women, in outlandish, Puritanical garb, pass along the road unstirred by the romance and glamour buried in those graves. Dead men tell no tales! Else there were no need that pen of mine should snatch from oblivion this tale of California.
More than thirty-five years have passed since my father, returning from the scene of Cummins' murder, related the circumstances. With Mat Bailey, the stage-driver, with whom Cummins had traveled that fatal day, he had ridden over the same road, had passed the large stump which had concealed the robbers, and had become almost an eye-witness of the whole affair. My father's rehearsal of it fired my youthful imagination. So it was like a return to the scenes of boyhood when, thirty-six years after the event, I, too, traveled the same road that Cummins had traveled and heard from the lips of Pete Sherwood, stage-driver of a later generation, the same thrilling story. The stump by the roadside had so far decayed as to have fallen over; but it needed little imagination to picture the whole tragedy. In Sacramento I looked up the files of the Daily Record Union, which on Sept. 3, 1879, two days after the event, gave a brief account of it. There was newspaper enterprise for you! An atrocious crime reported in a neighboring city two days afterward! Were such things too common to excite interest? Or was it felt that the recital of them did not tend to boom the great State of California?
CHAPTER II
The Graniteville Stage
On that fateful first of September, 1879, the stage left Graniteville, as usual, at six o'clock in the morning. Graniteville, in Eureka Township, Nevada County, is the Eureka South of early days. The stage still makes the daily trip over the mountains; but the glamour and romance of the gold fields have long since departed. On the morning mentioned traffic was light, for people did not travel the twenty-eight miles through heat and dust to Nevada City for pleasure. Too often it was a case of running the gauntlet from the gold fields to the railroad terminus and safety.
This very morning, Charley Chu, who had thrown up his