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an office of E.M. Raleigh on the South side of the public square, up staris-; thinking it a better stand then my old one-; thinking it a better stand than my old one-; got a large bill of medicines, books &c. through [illegible] Munroe, who went to N.Y. for goods in the summer --

On the 20th of May -- Sunday evening-; a tragic event took place in Quincy -- Jesse Dickson -- our town marshall -- armed negroes -- The event came about in this way --

The negroes were intoxicated with their new born freedom, and imagined that they could defy the execution of the laws that put them in jail for petty offenses-, such as chicken stealing &c &c -- There was a sett of brothers on the Zeigler plantation-, who had formerly belonged to Mr Z-; they were Gabe -- Lewis -- Charles & Sam -- a chicken stealing fraternity -- Gabe was the ring leader, and the worst of the lot-; a bullet headed, bad fellow-; he had been confined in the jail in town for chicken stealing, and had managed to excape, as the jail was decayed, and very insecure-; and the Marshal, Jesse Dickson was on the alert, to chatch him -- one evening as I was going down town with my wife, as I passed Sam Stephens' office, this negro Gabe, closely pursued by Jesse came dashing up the street, and leaped nimbly over the high board fence at the office, ran through the garden and escaped -- This was only a few nights before the killing of Dickson -- On the Sunday evening spoken of; a brilliant moonlight night -- I had gone in the country visiting a