Текст книги "A Smuggler Tale of the Romney Marsh"
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A storm of applause greeted the squire as he sat down, but it was checked by Doctor Syn, who again reminded the assemblage of the sad event that had
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brought them to the Court House and begged them out of respect for the dead gentleman in the next room to abstain from any further acclamation.
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Chapter 13
The End of the Inquiry
The lawyers now asserted themselves, and for some three hours questioned and cross-questioned everybody. The squire left things in their hands, seeming to take small interest in the proceedings, while the captain, with his chin resting on his great hand, obviously took none at all. Doctor Syn, however, was at great pains to follow through the whole business, making notes of anything he deemed characteristic upon a scrap of paper before him. But with all their cleverness the lawyers were greatly at sea, for they only ended up where they begannamely, that Sennacherib Pepper was dead, and
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by violent means; that a foreign sailor was missing, and that this same sailor had stolen at a short period before the murder a certain harpoon from the house of Doctor Syn, and that from the nature and size of the wound upon the body sudden death was most certainly caused by this same weapon. To this false though obvious conclusion Doctor Syn, to Jerks intense surprise, unhesitatingly agreed. Why had he been called to the trial if the vicar had not believed his story? for he found on being summoned to the witness box that all he was required to state was whether or no he had seen the mulatto enter the vicarage on the previous night and leave it a few minutes later with the harpoon in question in his hand. Having sworn to this, he was on the point of taking matters into his own hands and exposing the schoolmaster, when he was peremptorily ordered to stand down and only answer what was required of him. Returning to his place, he plainly noted the relief on the face of the schoolmaster. A warmer time of it had Mr. Mipps. There was something about
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Mipps that would always be called in question. If a great crime had been committed within a fifty-mile radius of Mipps, he would most assuredly have been detained upon suspicion. His quizzical appearance of injured innocence was quite enough to label him a likely one. On this occasion he acted upon the attorneys like a red rag to a bull.
If Im to be kept standing through this examination, he remarked on his way to the witness box, I must beg of you to be more brisk and businesslike than you have shown yourselves already. Perhaps in your profession you are paid for wastin your time, but in mine you aint, so please remember it. As our worthy vicar knows, I has a lot of work to get through; so the sooner you get on with this here dismal business the better temper youll keep me in, see?
You keep your mouth shut, my man, till youre questioned, sang out one of the attorneys sharply.
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Ill keep my mouth shut for nobody but squire and Doctor Syn, retorted the sexton, and in your future remarks dont my man me, please. I aint your man, and its mighty pleased I am I aint.
When ordered to give an account of what had happened on the previous night, he obstinately refused to open his mouth until they had removed to the other side of the room the two sailors who were guarding the witness box. For, said he, I cant abide the look or the smell of em; they fair turns me up.
This caused much laughter among the villagers, and indeed the little sexton was so ready with his scathing remarks at the expense of the lawyers that in order to preserve their dignity they were obliged to stand him down.
Have I now your permission to go back to my measuring, said Mipps, producing his footrule, or will any more advice from me be required?
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The lawyers tartly observed that he had been little or no use at all, and turned to the next witness.
After the schoolmaster had been called upon to bear out certain points of evidence, the three hours useless palaver came to a conclusion, the attorneys agreeing with Doctor Syn that Sennacherib Pepper had been murdered by the mulatto, and that as soon as he was taken he would get swift trial and short shrift; meantime any one found sheltering, feeding, or in any way abetting the said mulatto would be prosecuted.
As it was now approaching dinner-time, further matters were left over until such time as the mulatto should be caught.
This, Doctor Syn vehemently urged, was of grave import to the Marsh folk, for so long as that maniac starved upon the Marsh, with a good weapon in his hand, they were open to the same fate as that which had befallen the inoffensive Pepper.
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The captain rose first, left the Court House, and set off for the Ship Inn without a word to the squire, the latter, accompanied by the attorneys and medical men, repairing to the dining-hall below. Doctor Syn, however, went from group to group, impressing the necessity for posses of men to scour the Marsh for the missing seaman.
This gave Rash an opportunity of approaching Jerk, who, being due to dine at the vicarage, was awaiting the parsons pleasure.
Well! And what do you think of Court House inquiries, Mr. Jerk? he said affably. Impressive, aint they?
Not to me, replied Jerry. I dont think nothing at all of em. After all the messing of them lawyers, I shouldnt be surprised if they hadnt got hold of the wrong end of the stick, should you?
What do you meanthe wrong end?
What I say: the wrong end aint the right un, I believes.
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Then you dont think the mulatto committed the murder?
From what that there sea captain said, I should say you aint got no right to put thoughts into my head any more than words into my mouth.
Come, Jerk, said the schoolmaster suavely, no offence.
Never said there was, replied Jerry.
Then come and have a bite with me at my house, as theres no school today; I should be honoured, indeed I should, and the schoolmaster beamed upon him.
Would you, though? I wonders? mused the boy. Sorry to disappoint you, he added airily, but Im a-dinin at the vicarage.
Oh, with the vicar?
No, with the Shah of Persia. Then in a tone of supreme condescension he added: I believe vicars lives in vicarages!
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Ahsoso! quite right! returned the schoolmaster. Doctor Syn, then, has asked you to dine?
Well, I dont see anything so very remarkable in that, do you?
Oh, not at allall very right, proper, and pleasant.
Well, its right enough, you can lay to that, cos I tells you it is, and as to its being proper, well, I dont see as how its improper, so I suppose it is; and as to its being pleasant, well, Ill tell you when I knows whats to eat there; and if youll excuse me Ill be off now, cos I believe Doctor Syn is waiting for me.
Indeed at that moment Doctor Syn approached and, putting his hand affectionately on Jerks should, with a friendly nod to the schoolmaster, he led the boy from the room of inquiry out of the Court House and so to the vicarage, where a cold dinner was already prepared.
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Chapter 14
At the Vicarage
Now, although it was comparatively early in the afternoon, Doctor Syn did rather a curious thing, or so it seemed to Jerry, for he had the wooden shutters of the dining-room fastened, and they dined by the light of candles. This had quite an uncanny effectto dine by candles in broad daylightbut Jerk thought perhaps this was always done when gentry entertained company. Doctor Syn was gloomy through the meal, and although he kept pressing Jerry to take more and to help himself, he made no effort at keeping up conversation; in fact, had not the food been good and plenteous, Jerry very
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much doubted whether he would have enjoyed himself at all, for Doctor Syns manner was so different. He seemed strained and excited, and not once or twice, but many times during the repast, he would get up and stride about the room, and once he broke out into singing that old sea song that Jerry had so often heard at the Ship Inn:
Heres to the feet wot have walked the plank,
Yo ho! for the dead mans throttle.
And heres to the corpses floating round in the tank,
And the dead mans teeth in the bottle.
Now to make conversation Jerry was bold enough to interrupt this song by inquiring what exactly was meant by the dead mans throttle. Doctor Syn stopped in his walk and looked at him, filling two tots of rum, one of which he handed to Jerk, tossing off the other himself and saying:
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Ah, you may well ask that, sonny. I dont know exactly myself, but I suppose if poor Pepper was to come in here now and throttle us, man and boy him being stone dead, as we both well knowwell, we should be having the dead mans throttle served on us!
Oh, I see! replied Jerk with interest. Then I take it that the rest of the song has some shreds of meaning, too? Whats the tank that the corpses float round in, sir?
The sea, replied the Doctor, the sea; thats the great tank, my lad, and that there are corpses enough floating round in it, I dont think you and I could doubt.
Thats plain and true enough, said Jerk, but I dont see no sense about the dead mans teeth in the bottle.
Thats plain enough, said the Doctor, taking a stiff swig from the black bottle itself; it was in Englands day that I wrote that. He cut a niggers head
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off with a cutlass because the rascal was drinking his best rum on the sly, and the shock, as he died, made the black brute bite through the glass neck of the bottle.
Did you see it, sir? asked Jerk, carried away by the tale. Who said I saw it? demanded the cleric sharply. Well, you said you wrote the song, sir, and at the time it happened. Nothing of the kindI said nothing of the kind. The songs an old one, an
ancient thing. God knows what rascal invented it, but you can depend upon it, a rascal he was. I dont know why I should hum itI dont know what it means; cant make head or tale of the jargon.
You explains it very sensible, I thinks, replied Jerry. I dontI dont. I give you my word its Greek to me. But Greeks easy for parsons, aint it?
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Yes, yeswell, Chinese, Fijiwhat you willwhat you will. Have some rum! The Doctors manner was really very strange indeed. Add to this the shuttered room, the candlelight, and the strong spirits in his head, and it was small wonder that Jerry felt none too comfortable, especially as at the conclusion of the meal the door opened and Mr. Rash entered the room.
Well, my lad, said the vicar, now you know where I feed, drop in again. Parochial matters to attend to with the schoolmaster: must choose the hymns, you know, for Sunday, or the choir will have nothing to sing. And in this vein he led the boy into the hall. He then dropped his voice to a whisper: You were wrong about the schoolmaster last night, sonny, Ill explain things to you some day. Meanwhile, heres a crown piece. Youre a smart lad, aint you? Well, keep a weather eye open for that mulatto rascal. Theres more in this ugly business than we imagine. Ill tell you all about it when I know more myself, but you made a mistake last night, and I begin to see how you made it, but I
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cant tell you just yet, because Im not quite sure of my ground; and its dangerous ground were treading, Jerry, you and I. Now heres another crown that ones for keeping your eye opendo you know what the others for?
What?
Keeping your mouth shut. Dont you remember anything about last night till I tell youyou wouldnt understand if I was to explain. Youre very young, you know, Jerry lad, but smarts the word that describes you, and no mistaking. Youre smart and brightas bright as the buttons on that sea captains coat as bright as a thousand new guinea bits just served from the mintthats what you are, and no mistake!
I hope so, replied Jerk, stepping out of the front door. I thinks I am!
God bless you! said the Doctor, shutting the door and returning to Rash, who was waiting in the shuttered room by the light of the guttering candles.
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Chapter 15
A Landed Proprietor Sets Up a Gallows Tree
Back at the Ship and to duty went Hangman Jerk, with much to think over in his bullet head, and much to digest in his tight little stomach. To make head or tail of the Doctors remarkable manner was beyond him, so he dismissed it from his mind and instead fell to contemplating the two silver crowns: one payment for keeping his weather eye openeasily earned; the otherthe schoolmasters safetydirectly against his highest hopes; yes, a crown was poor payment for that, especially as it was now possible for himself to be the direct means of hanging his enemy.
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Approaching the bar door, he paused, for he heard voices within, voices that he knew released him from work, the voices of Mrs. Waggetts and the pride of her lifethe sexton Mipps.
Jerk knew exactly how the land lay with Mrs. Waggetts, and he was always wondering when (if ever) she would succeed in folding that queer little man within the safe bonds of matrimony. Now whatever Jerks failings may have been, he was loyal to his friends, and Mrs. Waggetts was not only his friend but his employer, and she had done him one or two very good turns. For one thing, she had given him a money box in which to save a portion of his weekly wage. That doesnt sound a great deal on the surface, it is true, but her kindness had not ended there, as you shall see. Jerks teeth were not sweet, like those of most boys of his age; he never bought sweetmeats, barley sugar, and such childs trash. No, when he wanted a pick-me-up it was a grown mans pick-meup that he indulged ina pannikin of rum, a whiff of tobacco, and a long-shot
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spit at the china spittoon that stood in the front of the bar. These indulgences had no effect on his purse, for the cravings of the first two were easily satisfied from the bar store when nobody was looking, and the third he was at liberty to practise whenever he felt so disposed. And thus it was that, although but approaching thirteen years of age, he had through the good offices of the landlady and a systematic use of her money box already become a landed proprietor. When the landlady heard that Jerk wanted to spend his savings on such a very strange thing as land she had exclaimed in some surprise:
Lord bless the boy! Land? What can a boy of that age want with a plot of land?
The moneys good enough, aint it, maam? Very well, then, I wants land. A nice little bit of snug mudbank where I can hide and learn about the Marsh. If Ive a bit of mud wots all mine on Romney Marshwell, Ill be a Marshman, Ill be, and its a Marshman proper I wants to be.
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So Mrs. Waggetts consented, and bought a plot for him situated about a mile and a half from the village and a rough half mile from the sea. As land, it was of no use in the commercial sensein fact, the farmer had thought the landlady clean crazed to buy it, though the price was small enough as far as prices go on the Marsh. It was more mud than land, surrounded by two broad dykes that slowly oozed round to meet in a sluice channel. This was Jerks estate, measuring twelve by ten yards all told, and only solid in one spot near the centre, a patch of about ten square feet which formed a knobby mound surrounded by great bullrushes; but the mound was not such a small affair, for it rose high enough to top the loftiest rush, and that is quite a noticeable height on the flat of Romney Marsh. This mound was given by its owner the dignified name of Lookout Mountain, a name well deserved, for by sitting on the top of it upon the great stone which he had dragged from the sea-wall and carried a mile across the Marsh for the purpose, he could see from Dover Cliffs to Dungeness,
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and in the other direction the long line of hills which bound the Marsh inland, with old Limpne Castle frowning from the top. But Jerk wouldnt have changed his stronghold for any other, Limpne Castle included; it suited him admirably. From it he studied the Marsh and the creatures therein: the great brown water-rat that came out in the evening to hunt in the rushes; the swift-winged dragonfly that could stand in midair stock still, as it seemed, to look at you; the myriad mosquitoes with their fantastic air dance, hunting in tribes along the sluggish waters; the tadpole who looped about in the water below; and more especially the flabby flap of the night-prowling bat who hung all day head downward from a decayed old tree trunk that was rotting on the opposite bank to Jerks estate. Now this same tree trunk had put ideas into young Jerks head. It was obviously no good to any one, and yet Jerk found himself regretting that it had not lived and died upon his land, for it was shaped devilishly like a gallows tree, and if he could only erect a gallows tree upon the summit of Lookout Mountain he
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would be more than ever living up to his reputable name of Hangman Jerk. He half thought at one time of digging it up and replanting it on his own property, but when he had caught hold of a branch one day and it had crumbled away in his had he considered that, although very nice and weird to behold, it wasnt much use as a genuine gibbet, and a genuine gibbet he then and there resolved to possess. Now the silver crowns of Doctor Syn would buy the most glorious scaffold, a regular professional affair, fixed snug and firm in the ground, and capable of supporting the weight of a wriggling man. Mipps was the man to undertake the job, for he was a first-rate carpenter, and there was wood and to spare in the yard behind the coffin-shop. Yes, if any man could supply him with a gibbet Mipps could; and there he was talking in the bar ready to hand, and here were the silver crowns in Jerks pocket. But to buy the gibbet and then to have to keep his mouth shut about the schoolmaster was no good. Mipps would never do the job for one crown, but for two Jerk thought he might. Well, he
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could see about that, and if he were unsuccessful, he must find a way of raising the money, and then, as soon as the apparatus was ready, he would get Rash condemned, and offer the authorities the loan of a brand-new gibbet. Oh, to watch the murderer swinging from the top of Lookout Mountain, right away on the lonely, windswept Marsh! That, indeed, was a glorious thought. Yes, he must come to terms with the undertaker at oncean undertaker now with a vengeanceRashs undertaker. But the little gentleman in question was talking to Mrs. Waggetts, so Jerry had to wait in honour bound, for he was staunch to his benefactress, and would not have interrupted her for the world. The conversation going forward in the bar was carried on in earnest tones but low, and Jerk began to think that Mrs. Waggetts was at last drawing the sexton into a proposal of marriage, and his interest in this one-sided love affair made him crouch by the bar door in hopes of gathering up some scraps of the honeyed vengeanceRashs undertaker. But the little gentleman in question was talking to Mrs. Waggetts, so Jerry had to wait in honour bound, for he was staunch to his benefactress, and would not have interrupted her for the world. The conversation going forward in the bar was carried on in earnest tones but low, and Jerk began to think that Mrs. Waggetts was at last drawing the sexton into a proposal of marriage, and his interest in this one-sided love affair made him crouch by the bar door in hopes of gathering up some scraps of the honeyed
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words. But the few disjointed words he did catch were more akin to passion
than to love.
Alsace Lorraineone bottle gone! Damn that captains soul!
Yes, there was passion therenot love. We know how to use the mist they dont.
Its safe enough. Lots of it to-night
No, there was no vestige of love in that. And presently the conversation was terminated with the most uncomplimentary remark from the sexton.
You can lay your old topknot, and throw in your face, that therell be a good haul out to-night, and a good haul in here, saying which, with a knowing slap at his pocket, Mipps came hurriedly out of the bar door and fell a-sprawl over the crouching body of young Jerk.
Why, in the name of all wot rots, cant you tell me where you was? cursed the sexton.
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Cos I prefers to tell you what I wants, replied young Jerk.
A thrashin?
A gallows!
Aye, that you do, if any one did.
Will you make it for me, then? said the boy.
What do you mean?
What I sayswill you make me one?
At a price.
And that is?
Depends on the size. Wot do you want a gallows for now?
That dont concern you, returned Jerk. Youll have all you can do makin it, without askin questions.
And youll have all you can do, when its made, a-preventin me a-stringin you up on it, if I has any more o your impertnence.
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But Jerry was in no way put out, and replied:
If you dont want to build my gallows, say so, and Ill soon find some other cove wot does. Come, wots your price?
And wots your game?
My business, not yourn, said the boy. But youll find as how yourn wont improve by annoyin your employers.
Employers? And who might they be now? said the sexton.
Well, Im a-tryin to be one, said Jerk, jingling the coins about in his pocket to lend weight to his words. What price for a gallows, eh?
The jingle of coins always made the sexton think.
Wot size?
Big enough and strong enough to hang a man on, of course, and allowin for a good foot or two of timber in the earth.
The sexton scratched his head. Well, Im cursed! he said.
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Thats nought to me, replied Jerry. Come on! Your price?
Well, say two crowns for making and one for fixin.
One for makin and one for fixin, said Jerk, holding them out.
No! said the sexton, eying the coins.
Then hang the fixin! cried the boy, for Ill fix it myself. So its one for makin and the wood, aint it, Mister Sexton?
No, its two for makin, and I lose on that.
Very well, agreed Jerk desperately, handing over the money, and please, Mister Sexton, make it now, cos I wants it quick.
So the bargain was struck there and then, and off they both set to the coffin shop to carry it out; and the gallows was made by nightfall and set up on Jerks property, the sexton carrying it there himself, digging the hole and fixing it up a regular professional affair with a jangly rusty chain a-swing through the
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hookand all this for the nominal price of two silver crowns, lately received by the purchaser from Dr. Syn.
Ah! cried Jerk, as they viewed the completed erection from the other side of the dyke; aint it fust rate?
Slap up, agreed the sexton.
Quite strong, aint it? inquired the owner anxiously, to which the sexton replied imperiously:
It were Mipps as knocked it up, as you seed yourself; and when Mipps knocks up, you can lay its solid wots knocked, saying which he turned and strode off toward the village, followed by Jerk.
When they had gone about half a mile Jerk looked back and called to the sexton to do the same. Darkness was already creeping over the Marsh, but sharp and black against the skylineno toy, but real, weird, and convincing stood Jerks gibbet.
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What do you think of Lookout Mountain now? sang out the boy.
That you can better the name of it, Hangman Jerk. Why not call it Gallows Tree Hill?
Why, so I will! cried the singular youngster. Its a good name, and so I willand lets hope as how the treell bear fruit.
As how it wont, muttered the sexton.
But it will, you can lay to that. Jerk could already picture the schoolmaster hanging there.
As they neared the village, with sudden fear Jerk said to the sexton:
I suppose the smugglers wont take my gibbet as a personal offence and knock it down? But the wary Mipps disarmed his fears with:
There aint no smugglers, for one thing; sides, if there was, how could they knock down wots knocked up so solid?
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Well, dig it up, praps, suggested Jerk, cos, Mister Sexton, it do catch the eye somewot, dont it? Look, you can see it even from here, and it dont look exactly pleasant, do it?
Pleasant aint exactly the word, I agrees, but you neednt worry yourself on that score. If them damned Kings men had put it up now, I dont say as how it mightnt get mobbed and knocked about a bit, cos them damned Kings men aint wot you might term popular favourites in the village, but as it werent, dont you worry, for Ill soon pass the word, young Jerry, as how its you wot owns it.
Thank you, said Jerry. They wouldnt knock it over if you asked em not to, Ill be bound.
Asked who not to? demanded the sexton quickly.
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Why, any of em, replied Jerk innocently: Marshmen, smugglers, jack-olanterns, demon riders, wot you will; for Ill lay theyre all a-scared of Sexton Mipps, aint they?
But Sexton Mipps was not going to be caught by such dangerous flattery, and he replied:
There aint no such things as smugglers hereabouts, as I thinks Ive already remarked; and as for demon riders, why, uncanny they be, and I holds no truck with em, thank the Lord. Folks wot has dealins with em has sold their souls for the bargain, and I aint a-goin to do that!
Bein such a very good and respectable Christian? Oh, no! said Jerk winking.
Why, certainly, answered the sexton, and might I ask wot youre awinkin about?
NothinI was only thinkin!
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Wot about?
A dreama nightmare I had last night, thats all.
Wot about? asked the sexton again.
Nothin particular, returned the boy casually.
They had now reached the coffin shop, so, thanking the sexton for his assistance, Jerk bade him good-night.
Where are you bound for now? Mr. Mipps called after him.
The vicarage.
Wot for?
To tell the vicar as how Ive borrowed a crown off of him, thats all!
Wots that? cried the sexton, making as if to follow, but the boy waved him back with a fierce gesture.
Taint nothin to do with you. Youre paid, aint you? And it didnt get stole from the poor-box, neither, so dont you start a-worritin.
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And thrusting his hands deep into his breeches pocket, Jerk set off for the vicarage to tell Doctor Syn that although he couldnt accept the silver crown for holding his tongue, he had taken the liberty of borrowing it off him.
And in this way was the gibbet set up on Lookout Mountain, and the name changed to Gallows Tree Hill.
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