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Doctor Kirby the hull way through.

One witness was a feller that had been in the hotel at Cottonville the
night we struck that place. We had drunk some of his licker.

"This man admitted himself that he was here to turn the niggers white,"
said the witness.

Doctor Kirby had told 'em what kind of medicine he was selling. We both
remembered it. We both had to admit it.

The next witness was the feller that run the tavern at Bairdstown. He
had with him, fur proof, a bottle of the stuff we had brought with us.
He told how we had went away and left it there that very morning.

Another witness told of seeing the doctor talking in the road to that
there nigger bishop. Which any one could of seen it easy enough, fur
they wasn't nothing secret about it. We had met him by accident. But you
could see it made agin us.

Another witness says he lives not fur from that Big Bethel church.
He says he has noticed the niggers was worked up about something fur
several days. They are keeping the cause of it secret. He went over to
Big Bethel church the night before, he said, and he listened outside one
of the windows to find out what kind of doctrine that crazy bishop was
preaching to them. They was all so worked up, and the power was with
'em so strong, and they was so excited they wouldn't of hearn an army
marching by. He had hearn the bishop deliver a message to his flock from
the Messiah. He had seen him go wild, afterward, and preach an equality
sermon. That was the lying message the old bishop had took to 'em, and
that Sam had told us about. But how was this feller to know it was a
lie? He believed in it, and he told it in a straight-ahead way that
would make any one see he was telling the truth as he thought it to be.

Then they was six other witnesses. All had been in the gang that lynched
the nigger that day. That nigger had confessed his crime before he was
lynched. He had told how the niggers had been expecting of a Messiah fur
several days, and how the doctor was him. He had died a-preaching and
a-prophesying and thinking to the last minute maybe he was going to get
took up in a chariot of fire.

Things kept looking worse and worse fur us. They had the story as the
niggers thought it to be. They thought the doctor had deliberately
represented himself as such, instead of which the doctor had refused to
be represented as that there Messiah. More than that, he had never
sold a bottle of that medicine. He had flung the