se 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 infuriated 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. GRANICE.

Hunted Down; or, Five Days 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 shooting, 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 giving myself up; but he
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 misconstrued and I be 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
prisoner." He grabbed me in rather a rough manner by the lapel 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