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 Table 10.1 Typical Electronic Mail Facilities (page 1 of 2)

Message Preparation

Word Processing
Facilities for the creation and editing of messages. Usually these need not be as powerful as a full word
processor, since electronic mail documents tend to be simple. However, most electronic mail packages allow "off-
line" access to word processors: the user creates a message using the computer's word processor, stores the message
as a file, and then uses the file as input to the message preparation function of the email facility.

Annotation
Messages often require some sort of short reply. A simple technique is to allow the recipient to attach
annotation to an incoming message and send it back to the originator or on to a third party.

Message Sending

User Directory
Used by the system. May also be accessible to users to be able to look up addresses.

Timed Delivery
Allows the sender to specify that a message be delivered before, at, or after a specified date/time. A message
is considered delivered when it is placed in the recipient's mailbox.

Multiple Addressing
Copies of a message are sent to multiple addressees. The recipients are designated by listing each in the
header of the message or by the use of a distribution list. The latter is a file containing a list of users. Distribution
lists can be created by the user and by central administrative functions.

Message Priority
A message may be labeled at a given priority level. Higher-priority messages will be delivered more rapidly,
if that is possible. Also, the recipient will be notified or receive some indication of the arrival of high-priority
messages.

Status Information
A user may request notification of delivery or of actual retrieval by the recipient. A user may also be able to
query the current status of a message (e.g., queued for transmission, transmitted but receipt confirmation not yet
received).

Interface to Other Facilities

These would include other electronic systems, such as telex, and physical distribution facilities, such as
couriers and the public mail service (e.g., U.S. postal service).
 Table 10.1 Typical Electronic Mail Facilities (page 2 of 2)

Message Receiving

Mailbox Scanning
Allows the user to scan the current contents of mailbox. Each message may be indicated by
subject, author, date, priority, and so on.

Message Selection
The user may select individual messages from the mailbox for display, printing, storing in a
separate file, or deletion.

Message Notification
Many systems notify an online user of the arrival of a new message and indicate to a user
during log on that there are messages in his or her mailbox.

Message Reply
A user may reply immediately to a selected message, avoiding the necessity of keying in
the recipient's name and address.

Message Rerouting
A user who has moved, either temporarily or permanently, may reroute incoming
messages. An enhancement is to allow the user to specify different forwarding addresses for
different categories of messages.
 Table 10.2 MIME Content Types

Type Subtype Description

Text Plain Unformatted text; may be ASCII or ISO 8859.
Multipart Mixed The different parts are independent but are to be transmitted
together. They should be presented to the receiver in the order
that they appear in the mail message.
Parallel Differs from Mixed only in that no order is defined for delivering
the parts to the receiver.
Alternative The different parts are alternative versions of the same
information. They are ordered in increasing faithfulness to the
original and the recipient's mail system should display the "best"
version to the user.
Digest Similar to Mixed, but the default type/subtype of each part is
message/rfc822.
Message rfc822 The body is itself an encapsulated message that conforms to RFC
822.
Partial Used to allow fragmentation of large mail items, in a way that is
transparent to the recipient.
External-body Contains a pointer to an object that exists elsewhere.
Image jpeg The image is in JPEG format, JFIF encoding.
gif The image is in GIF format.
Video mpeg MPEG format.
Audio Basic Single-channel 8-bit ISDN mu-law encoding at a sample rate of 8
kHz.
Application PostScript Adobe Postscript.
octet-stream General binary data consisting of 8-bit bytes.
 Table 10.3 Key Terms Related to HTTP
Cache Origin Server
A program's local store of response messages The server on which a given resource resides or
and the subsystem that controls its message is to be created.
storage, retrieval, and deletion. A cache stores
cacheable responses in order to reduce the Proxy
response time and network bandwidth An intermediary program that acts as both a
consumption on future, equivalent requests. Any server and a client for the purpose of making
client or server may include a cache, though a requests on behalf of other clients. Requests are
cache cannot be used by a server while it is serviced internally or by passing them, with
acting as a tunnel. possible translation, on to other servers. A proxy
must interpret and, if necessary, rewrite a
Client request message before forwarding it. Proxies
An application program that establishes are often used as client-side portals through
connections for the purpose of sending requests. network firewalls and as helper applications for
handling requests via protocols not implemented
Connection by the user agent.
A transport layer virtual circuit established
between two application programs for the Resource
purposes of communication. A network data object or service that can be
identified by a URI.
Entity
A particular representation or rendition of a data Server
resource, or reply from a service resource, that An application program that accepts connections
may be enclosed within a request or response in order to service requests by sending back
message. An entity consists of entity headers responses.
and an entity body.
Tunnel
Gateway An intermediary program that is acting as a
A server that acts as an intermediary for some blind relay between two connections. Once
other server. Unlike a proxy, a gateway receives active, a tunnel is not considered a party to the
requests as if it were the original server for the HTTP communication, though the tunnel may
requested resource; the requesting client may have been initiated by an HTTP request. A
not be aware that it is communicating with a tunnel ceases to exist when both ends of the
gateway. Gateways are often used as server-side relayed connections are closed. Tunnels are used
portals through network firewalls and as when a portal is necessary and the intermediary
protocol translators for access to resources cannot, or should not, interpret the relayed
stored on non-HTTP systems. communication.

Message User Agent

The basic unit of HTTP communication, The client that initiates a request. These are
consisting of a structured sequence of octets often browsers, editors, spiders, or other end-
transmitted via the connection. user tools.
 Table 10.4 Multimedia Terminology

Media
Refers to the form of information and includes text, still images, audio, and video.

Multimedia
Human-computer interaction involving text, graphics, voice and video. Multimedia also
refers to storage devices that are used to store multimedia content.

Streaming media
Refers to multimedia files, such as video clips and audio, that begin playing immediately or
within seconds after it is received by a computer from the Internet or Web. Thus, the media
content is consumed as it is delivered from the server rather than waiting until an entire file is
downloaded.
 Table 10.5 Domains of Multimedia Systems and Example Applications

Domain Example Application

Information management Hypermedia, multimedia-capable databases, content-based
retrieval
Entertainment Computer games, digital video, audio (MP3)
Telecommunication Videoconferencing, shared workspaces, virtual communities
Information publishing/delivery Online training, electronic books, streaming media
 Table 10.6 Acceptable Use Responsibilities

Executive All System All

Activity CISO Auditors
Sponsors Managers Admins Personnel
Inform users X X X A
Implement user sanctions X X C A
Acquire hardware and
X X C X/A
software properly
Comply with copyright
X X X X X X/A
and licensing
Comply with personally-
X X X X X X/A
owned software policy
Protect intellectual
X X X X X X/A
property
Comply with email
X X X X X X/A
policy
Comply with email
X X X X X X/A
encryption policy
Comply with Internet
X X X X X X/A
policy
Comply with information
X X X X X X/A
resources policy

CISO = Chief information security officer

X = Responsible for accomplishment
C = Consulting support as required
A = Independent compliance auditing
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different content
 CHAPTER XLVIII.
THE OFFICERS IN CHARGE OF FOULK
STOPPED BY A LOCAL OFFICIAL AT
TOPEKA—THE HABEAS CORPUS
DRAWN ON THEM—A LONG FIGHT
FOR THE POSSESSION OF FOULK—
HE IS LIBERATED AND AGAIN
ARRESTED, AND STOLEN AWAY BY
SMITH AND M’KEEVER, WHO LAND
HIM SAFE IN THE KEYSTONE
STATE.
But all was not accomplished, and not by any means the worst of it.
The officers sailed along over the Kansas Pacific quite smoothly. All
went well until they reached Topeka, Kan., where the party stopped
to get dinner. At this point W. D. Disbrow, the sheriff of Shawnee
county, met the officers on the platform on their way to dinner. The
sheriff stepped up boldly to the party, handing Mr. McKeever a paper
purporting to be a writ of habeas corpus, and laying his hand on
Foulk, said, “And this is my prisoner!” claiming that a requisition
upon the governor of Colorado would not hold good while a prisoner
was in Kansas. Here was more of the work of the Denver lawyers.
Quite a scene now ensued, and a crowd soon gathered around the
platform. High words followed, and both parties persistently claimed
Foulk as their prisoner. Foulk here had an opportunity to display his
wrath, and he seized it at once. He appealed to the crowd around
him that he was arrested illegally—had been robbed of his money—
torn away from his wife—had been given no “show” whatever—was
the wrong man, etc.
The prisoner was then taken before Judge Carey, who concluded to
postpone the case, as he alleged, “to obtain evidence to prove that
the prisoner was not Foulk,” but ostensibly for the purpose of
bringing on a lawyer from Denver to Topeka, with a view of having
Foulk released if possible. The sheriff’s writ claimed that the prisoner
was not C. H. Foulk. Judge Carey decided that the officer who had
him in charge was bound to prove that the prisoner was the identical
man wanted—C. H. Foulk. But on their part the Topeka crowd had
no evidence to offer that the prisoner was Curtis and not Foulk,
although Mr. McKeever was ready to swear positively to Foulk’s
identification. Strangely enough, Judge Carey discharged the
prisoner in the very face of the fact that Mr. McKeever knew the
prisoner well and was ready so to testify.
Mr. McKeever then desired Sheriff Disbrow to rearrest Foulk, and
Detective Smith stepped up to the sheriff and said:
“I demand of you to arrest this man (pointing to Foulk), and hold
him as a fugitive from justice from the state of Pennsylvania, until
we can have time to swear out the necessary papers to hold him.”
Sheriff Disbrow, however, persistently refused to interfere.
Mr. McKeever then inquired of Judge Carey whether “Sheriff Disbrow
had not the right to arrest Foulk without a warrant.” The judge
shook his head.
Detective Smith: “Judge, won’t you order the sheriff to arrest him till
we take out the necessary papers?”
Judge Carey: “I have no right to do so.”
Foulk’s attorneys, Messrs. Brown and Carlisle, together with Sheriff
Disbrow and one or two of his deputies, then hurried the prisoner
across the street to a blacksmith shop, where Sheriff Disbrow
ordered the smith to “take off this man’s irons, and do it quickly.”
Meanwhile a crowd of about forty or fifty persons gathered around
the smith shop to witness the proceeding. In the shop stood a horse
hitched to a post. The officers expected that Foulk, after his shackles
were removed, would spring upon the animal’s back and gallop off.
“Had the prisoner attempted that move,” said Detective Smith,
afterwards, “instead of landing him safe in Harrisburg, he perhaps
would now be looking from behind the bars of the Topeka prison.”
Soon as Foulk started out of the court room, Mr. McKeever repaired
to the office of Justice Serrell to procure a warrant. Remaining away
rather long, Mr. Smith went after him and pressed the justice for the
warrant desired. The justice replied, “I can not give you a warrant
without a complaint.” Mr. Smith then made the charge himself, and
carrying the document before the justice of the peace, swore to the
same and obtained a warrant for the rearrest of Foulk.
Smith then looked for the sheriff or one of his deputies (there were
three or four in all), but found only one of the deputies. He stated to
the man that he now had a warrant for the rearrest of Foulk, and
desired the deputy to go with him and arrest Foulk speedily as
possible. The deputy laughed in Mr. Smith’s face and said: “Oh, I
have not the time to spare!”
After a full half-day’s work, Constable Fred Miller was found, and he
agreed to serve the warrant. The same afternoon at 3 o’clock Foulk
was given a hearing, and held in $4,000 for ten days.
The requisition from Gov. Hartranft to the governor of Kansas arrived
on the next Sunday, and on Monday the governor’s warrant came to
hand. Thus matters rested till 9 o’clock Monday night, when the
officers who had Foulk in charge caused it to be reported that they
would start East on Tuesday morning. One of Foulk’s lawyers
repaired to the sheriff’s office and told that officer not to deliver up
Foulk after night. District Attorney Vance stated to Sheriff Disbrow
that he was in duty bound to hand over the prisoner whenever the
officer wanted to go East with him.
The officers then devised the following plan of action in order that
there might be no further interference. They made, or rather
pretended to make, confidants of a number of Topekans, and stated
to them that they would leave Topeka by team; would strike for the
Atchison and Nebraska railroad at Brenner’s station, fourteen miles
northwest of Atchison; that it would take three or four days to get
there, and by that time the friends of Foulk would leave the track of
them and give them no further trouble. This ruse worked splendidly.
Instead of taking the above route, they left North Topeka the same
night, driving at a rapid gait three-quarters of a mile; thence headed
southward the same distance; then headed due east to Lawrence,
distance twenty-eight miles—all after dark. From Lawrence they
drove to Plymouth Hill station, Mo., 120 miles from Topeka, traveling
with Foulk now as a companion, having no irons on him. The above
distance was made from Monday, 9 p. m., till Tuesday, 7:55 p. m.,
when they boarded the Missouri Pacific train eastward bound.
McKeever procured the tickets and attended to the baggage while
Mr. Smith got Foulk on the train on the side opposite the platform,
unobserved. Three tickets were purchased for St. Louis, one of
which was placed in Foulk’s hands, so that the conductor could
obtain it without exciting suspicion. Smith sat behind the prisoner
and McKeever opposite.
Directly afterward a well built, robust man came through the cars,
stopping in front of Detective Smith, eyeing him and Foulk sharply.
(The man was supposed to be an officer with an official paper.)
Eyeing Mr. Smith for a few minutes, he said:
“Ain’t your name William Johnson?”
“My name is William Franklin,” replied Mr. Smith.
The stranger continued: “I thought I knew you; once knew a man
resembling you very much.”
“Guess you have struck the wrong man,” replied the officer.
The stranger walked off and left the train at Sedalia, Mo., at 10:15 a.
m. Detective Smith had a curiosity to know more about him and
stepped out upon the platform, where he observed the man walk up
to three others, and handing them a paper, remarked: “They are not
on this train.”
All hands feeling fatigued after two days’ excitement and an all-night
drive, they took a sleeping car and retired, Foulk consenting to sleep
between them. The officers, however, never closed their eyes. Next
morning they reached St. Louis, and from that point to Harrisburg
had no further trouble. Foulk denied his name until the party
reached St. Louis, where he admitted that he was Foulk and not
Curtis. He was met at the depot by a number of his former friends,
who cordially shook him by the hand.
He was taken to Carlisle by Detective Smith, who collected his
reward and returned home, the money found upon Foulk being
turned over when it became known to whom it belonged. Next to
Foulk himself, his Denver attorneys fared worse than any one else.
They fell into great disfavor because of the part they took in the
affair, and one of them soon left the city and has not been seen in it
since. Of course the damage suit against Cook was soon dismissed.
The charges against Foulk were not proven, and after coming back
to Denver and getting his money, he went to Hot Springs, Ark.,
where in partnership with another man he opened up a big gambling
hall. Gen. Cook met him there in 1883, going by the name of Potts.
A couple of years after that Foulk was shot by a negro policeman
who was trying to halt him for fast driving. The policeman called to
him to stop, and he told him to “go to h—l.” The policeman shot him
through the back of the head, killing him instantly.

A DESPERATE RAILROAD CONTRACTOR.

 CHAPTER XLIX.
A TRAGEDY ON THE UNION PACIFIC IN
’68—JOHN KELLY’S COLD-BLOODED
MURDER OF CHARLEY MAXWELL, A
COLORADO BOY—SHOT DOWN FOR
ASKING FOR DUES AND THE
MURDER FINISHED AS THE BOY
PRAYS FOR HIS LIFE—KELLY’S
ESCAPE—HE IS HUNTED DOWN BY
DETECTIVE BOSWELL AND FOUND
IN MISSOURI, WHERE HE IS
CAPTURED WITH THE AID OF A
BULLET—PURSUIT BY A MOB OF
RAILROAD LABORERS.
Charley Maxwell, a bright-faced and well-dispositioned lad, was shot
down in a cold and cruel way by one John Kelly, a contractor on the
Union Pacific railroad, near Fort Steele, Wyo., in 1868, while the
railroad was building through that country. He was a Colorado boy,
and his parents had permitted him to go away from home to secure
work, and he had taken a place under Kelly as night herder of the
contractor’s stock. The boy owned an excellent pony, which was
almost his entire property, and he was naturally very fond of it. One
day the Cheyenne Indians came along and stole it, and left him quite
in despair at his loss. His grief was so intense as to have an effect
upon the railroad workmen, and their sympathy grew to be so
strong that they determined to buy him another pony, and raised
sufficient money for this purpose by clubbing together. The animal
being procured, young Maxwell decided one day to return to
Colorado, and demanded a settlement with his employer. Kelly was a
rich man, worth perhaps no less than a hundred thousand dollars,
but he was about as small a specimen of manhood as was ever
permitted to live in this western country, where such characters as a
rule are not tolerated long at a time. When the boy asked to be paid
for his services Kelly coolly handed him the amount due, less the
cost of the pony—with the purchase of which he had had nothing to
do, mind you—saying that he would deduct the amount paid for the
animal from the boy’s pay. Maxwell was indignant, but helpless. He
could only appeal for his just dues. This he did when opportunity
offered, and seeing Kelly in a bank one day, went in and asked him
for the balance which he thought should be to his credit. Kelly
turned upon him with wrath and poured a stream of profanity upon
him, exclaiming as he went out of the bank:
“I’ll teach you, you d—d little s— of a b—, to ask me for money!”
He passed out of sight for the time, and Maxwell thought no more of
the matter until he saw Kelly coming down the street with a rifle
thrown across his shoulder. He was then uncertain as to the man’s
purpose and made no attempt to get away. Passing down the street
on the opposite side from the boy, he said nothing until directly
across from him, when he threw his gun across the wheel of a
wagon for a rest, and, taking deliberate aim at Maxwell, shot him
down in his tracks. The boy fell bleeding, crying:
“O Mr. Kelly, you have shot me; please let me live. I will not bother
you again.”
Kelly loaded his gun and walked across the street, saying in
response to the lad’s utterances:
“I don’t think you will,” responded Kelly as he placed the muzzle of
the weapon to the boy’s ear; “not if I know what I am about. No,
you won’t ask me for any more money in a public bank. I’ll warrant
you don’t.”
As he spoke the last words the trigger was pulled, and the top of the
writhing boy’s head was blown almost off by the bullet which went
crashing through it.
The men around were most of them employés of Kelly’s, to which
fact alone is doubtless due his escape from lynching at the time. He
was arrested and imprisoned at Fort Steele, but soon escaped from
there and disappeared. Kelly’s home was in Council Bluffs, Iowa, and
thitherward he wended his way. In Omaha he was arrested, but
contrived to get out of jail, whether by the use of money is not
known. In Council Bluffs the programme was repeated, and the
fellow after that was allowed to go free for over two years.
In 1870 Maxwell’s father decided to make a last effort to have his
son’s murder avenged, and he placed the matter before Mr. N. K.
Boswell, of the Rocky Mountain Detective Association of Laramie
City, to whom he related the facts, saving he was poor and able to
pay but little, and appealing to Mr. Boswell’s humanity. Mr. Boswell
undertook the case, and never did a detective work more
assiduously, or with more skill, or display greater tenacity of purpose
or more downright courage than did Boswell on this case. The story
would, indeed, be told except for the detective’s work; but as it is, it
is just beginning.
Mr. Boswell soon learned the place of residence of his man, and
going to Council Bluffs, there ascertained that Kelly was still
contracting, and that at that time he was engaged near Red Oak, on
the line of the Burlington and Missouri road, which was then being
built in that section.
In looking over the ground, Mr. Boswell found that his man was
engaged three miles from Red Oak, but that to get a train it would
be necessary to drive forty miles, to the junction of the Missouri
Pacific railroad, through a thinly inhabited region. Mr. Boswell,
however, arranged his programme perfectly in advance, ascertained
the time at which trains passed the junction, and secured the
services of a faithful man, the sheriff of the county in which Kelly
was at work, and together they drove out to the point where Kelly
was supposed to be engaged.
Mr. Boswell had never seen Kelly, but he carried such a complete
description of him that he knew he would recognize him at first
glance. Fortunately the officers came upon the fugitive alone. As
they drove along by the side of a railroad cut, they recognized him
standing on the other side of the cut. After observing the
movements of the officers for a few minutes, Kelly apparently
decided in his own mind that they could bode no good to him, and
started to walk away from them. When they cried to him to stop he
only walked the faster, and soon he started to run, evidently
intending to reach a wagon and span of horses standing half a mile
away across the prairie. The officers then left their horses standing
and crossed the cut, finding Kelly at a dead run by the time they
came up on his side of the track. They again shouted to him to stop,
and as he did not obey the command, Boswell had his man send a
shot after the fugitive. With this he ran the faster.
Boswell again warned Kelly that if he did not stop he would shoot
him dead; but the fellow paid no heed, and only continued his run.
He was fast gaining upon the officers, and was evidently determined
not to surrender. Boswell decided to make a grand effort to bring his
man down. The fellow was running rapidly and the distance was
great. Boswell is ordinarily a dead shot, but at this time the great
distance, and the fact that he had only his pistol, were odds against
him. He, however, stopped, and deliberately squatting, placed his
pistol on his knee. Almost simultaneously with the report of the
pistol Kelly stopped, threw up his hands and exclaimed:
“My God, stop! You have wounded me. I will surrender!”
Going up they found Kelly lying upon the ground with a bullet hole
through his body, entering at the small of the back and passing out
near the navel. Seriously wounded as one would have supposed the
fellow to be, shot as he was, he scarcely bled at all, and he did not
appear to be materially disabled. The officers compelled him to go
back with them. One of them stepped the distance as they returned,
and found that Boswell had shot two hundred and twenty yards
when he struck Kelly. They found their man desperate, but
apparently helpless. He swore with violent rage when first taken,
and asserted that he had been murdered in cold blood, saying that
he would not have been taken at all if his captors had not taken a
miserable advantage of him.
The officers were soon permitted to see for themselves how difficult,
if not impossible, it would have been for them to secure their man
had they come upon him at a less fortunate time than they did. The
firing of the pistols had attracted the attention of Kelly’s work hands,
who were engaged near the scene of the shooting, and the officers
had not gotten Kelly to the carriage, when the laborers began to
swarm around them. There were no fewer than sixty of them, led by
a brother of Kelly, who came marching towards them, armed with
sticks and stones, and swearing that Kelly could not be taken away.

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Arrest of John Kelly, young Maxwell’s Murderer, in 1868, by Detective

Boswell.
“We’ll show you about that,” responded Boswell. “We came for him
and we will take him. Keep your distance!”
As Boswell talked, the two officers leveled their guns at the crowd
and ordered them to not make a move. Kelly was told to get in the
buggy, but he declared that he was unable to do so. Boswell, still
keeping his pistol leveled at the crowd, told his fellow officer to
shoot Kelly down on the spot if he did not step into the vehicle
immediately. The order had its desired effect. Kelly stepped into the
buggy, and the officers drove off, covering the mob with their pistols
until well out of their range, leaving them gnashing their teeth and
swearing, but in vain.
A fine prospect the officers had before them—very fine, indeed! A
wounded man to take care of, and how badly wounded they did not
know; a howling mob, headed by the brother of the prisoner, to
follow them, and forty miles to the nearest railroad station, through
a wild country, to them comparatively unknown. But Boswell is a
man who never knew fear, who never shirked a duty, however
gloomy the outlook or dangerous the path to be trod. He felt that his
safety depended on the celerity of his movements, and he decided
to “get up and dust.” His captive complained a great deal at first at
the pain occasioned by the jolting of the vehicle; but finding that his
groans occasioned no apparent compassion in the breast of his
captor, that it certainly did not cause him to slacken his speed, he at
last settled down into grim and sullen endurance, and the party
drove on, no one saying anything. Boswell’s companion held the
reins, Boswell kept his arms in readiness to meet any sudden attack,
and the prisoner continually glanced about him for the friends which
he felt confident would come to his relief sooner or later.
 CHAPTER L.
A LONG AND PERILOUS RIDE—THE
MOTLEY MOB COMES UP—TWO
MEN, BY EXERCISING A LITTLE
COOLNESS AND A GOOD DEAL OF
COURAGE, STAND OFF FORTY—
AGAIN ATTACKED AT THE DEPOT—
WADING THROUGH AN ARMY OF
DESPERATE CHARACTERS—OFF
FOR COUNCIL BLUFFS—THE JAIL
ASSAULTED—FORTY THOUSAND
DOLLARS OFFERED FOR KELLY’S
RELEASE—DESPERATE EFFORT TO
ESCAPE IN OMAHA—AFTER MANY
TRIALS DETECTIVE BOSWELL
LANDS HIS PRISONER IN LARAMIE
CITY.
The arrest of Kelly had been made early in the morning, and it was
not late in the day when Red Oak was reached. A brief stop was
made at this point to consult a physician as to Kelly’s wound. The
man of medicine said the prisoner had been dangerously shot; that
the ball had passed through the abdomen, and the chances were
two to one that he would die, but that his prospects would be in no
wise injured by taking him on to Pacific Junction. Much against
Kelly’s will the officers mounted the vehicle, and with a “go long
there,” were off on the long and dangerous journey.
On they went, as fast as the rough roads and the speed of their
animals would permit, feeling that even step they went was putting
danger all the further from them. They began to feel somewhat
secure from attack when they passed the half-way point on their
road. But their exultation was only short-lived. They were jogging
along over a corduroy road through heavily shaded bottom land,
when, glancing back, they beheld a small and motley army
advancing upon them. Kelly’s brother had gotten about twenty men
together, armed them with revolvers, shot guns, shovels, pitchforks,
and mounted them on mules and “old plugs” of horses, and had
come in pursuit. They were galloping along over the rough road
strung out for a hundred yards, making quite a formidable
appearance, indeed.
“Well, I guess we’ll just give them the best we’ve got in the shop,
anyhow,” says Boswell. “Let them come if they want to,” in a general
way, and to his companion officer, “Put your pistol to Kelly’s ear and
blow the top of his head off if he makes a move, or if his friends do,”
at the same time nudging the officer as a warning not to take him
literally at his word. The command was intended for Kelly’s ear and
not for the officer’s. We shall soon see whether the stratagem had
its desired effect.
In the meantime the horses had been stopped, and Boswell
remarking, “I guess we’ll face the music right here,” had jumped out
of the wagon, leaving his companion to take care of Kelly while he
should face the mob. They rushed on even after Boswell had
stepped out. When the infuriated crowd had come within hailing
distance, Boswell raised his pistol and ordered them to stop. But
they did not stop. He drew a bead on the leader and shouted to
him:
“Move another step and I’ll shoot you dead as you come.”
This had its effect and the mob drew the reins on their animals and
came to an unwilling standstill.
“Now, what do you want?” he asked.
“We want Kelly, and mean to take him.”
“Oh, you do, eh? Well, if that is all, come on and get him.”
It was now Kelly’s time to speak. The muzzle of a cocked revolver
was jammed into his ear and a firm officer’s forefinger almost
touched a trigger so that a move of it would have sent him into
eternity in the twinkling of an eye. He fancied that he could almost
hear the crush of the hammer, and he trembled like an aspen bough
as he shouted to his rash friends:
“For God’s sake, boys, don’t make a move; they will kill me.”
This had its effect, and a brief parley resulted in a promise from the
crowd to not further molest the officers. They were told that if they
should again attempt to come upon them, Kelly would be killed
outright and that the officers were prepared to kill at least twelve of
their assailants before being taken.
The mob were true to their word, and did not put in an appearance
during the remainder of the entire drive, which was made as
hurriedly as possible. The captive and captors reached the junction a
few minutes before train time, as Mr. Boswell had calculated to do.
They found, somewhat to their surprise, that Kelly’s brother and his
party had taken another road and had gotten in ahead of them and
had rallied a mob of two hundred to their support, who swore
vehemently that Kelly should never be taken on the cars. Boswell
managed to rush his party into the hotel unobserved, but they had
no sooner settled there than the mob began to beat at the door and
demand admission. This was denied them, and they were stood off
until the train came up. It proved to be a freight, but Boswell
determined to take it.
Now was the trying time. The mob had congregated on the platform
between the hotel and the railroad track and was so dense that it
looked impossible to force a way through it. But Boswell was equal
to this occasion as he had been to others. “Now is our time, boys,”
he said, and they prepared to move out. He had procured the
assistance of another well armed and faithful man, and he placed
him and the Missouri sheriff on either side of the arrested
murderers, while he cocked two revolvers, holding one in each hand.
The hotel door was opened as soon as the train stopped, and the
party walked outside. They were met with a wild yell, and then
became apparent a disposition to move upon the little party. Again
the pistols were leveled and the crowd was told to divide so as to
make a passage. Slowly it rolled into two walls as the Red sea did of
old. The two assistants were placed in front while Boswell brought
up the rear with his pistols in hand, and they passed through the
jeering and swearing crowd. As they were nearing the cars a piece
of cordwood struck Boswell in the rear, but did not hurt him badly.
Quick as thought he turned his back to the cars and fired both of his
pistols over the heads of the crowd. Such a scattering was never
seen. The platform covered a marshy piece of ground and all around
was a shallow pond. Two-thirds of the gallant two hundred were
sent sprawling into the water—presenting a scene which was quite
sufficient to excite Mr. Boswell’s idea of the ridiculous,
notwithstanding his serious surroundings. Adjoining this pond was a
cornfield, and through this the frightened creatures flew like Texas
steers.
There were, however, still a few left, and they seemed more
disposed to fight than ever. Kelly’s brother jumped upon a fence and
was preparing to shoot when Boswell leveled upon him and brought
him down with a bullet through the thigh, producing a yell which
acted as a potent quietus upon the crowd, and the battle was over.
Some of the roughs made an effort to board the train, on which
Kelly had been placed during the melee, but were knocked off, and
soon the party was on the way to the Bluffs. The journey was
without incident.
But all was not yet over. Kelly was so badly wounded that it was
found impossible to proceed further, without absolutely endangering
his life. He was placed in the Council Bluffs jail and a physician sent
for. Strange as it may seem, it was discovered that, although the ball
had passed entirely through him, he had hardly bled enough to color
his shirt, and the doctor stated that with ordinary care and rest he
would soon recover. He was kept in the jail there two weeks while
the physician was attending him, recovering rapidly all the time.
Boswell remained close with his prisoner and slept with him every
night. Not aware of this fact, Kelly’s friends came one night in force
and began an effort to break the doors of the jail down. But being
met by this man of eternal vigilance and an ugly Winchester rifle,
they retired in some disorder, heaping imprecations upon his head.
The next assault was upon Boswell’s cupidity, and consisted in an
offer of $40,000 in clean cash to him if he would allow Kelly to
escape. But this was met as all other efforts of a different character
had been, and failed of its object, as it was refused, though Boswell
allowed it to be understood that probably it would be accepted,
thinking that he might the more easily get his prisoner away when
he should desire to remove him.
It was while they were resting in this doubt as to Boswell’s intention
that he stealthily took his now well-recovered captive out of the
Council Bluffs jail and crossed the Missouri river to Omaha on his
way to Wyoming. The ruse was, soon after the departure,
discovered, and while the officer was at Omaha another effort was
made to recapture him. This was a well-laid plan and came very
near succeeding. Boswell had stopped at the Cozzens house for the
night, and Kelly had gone to bed. A young man named Day had
been employed as a guard while the detective was out making
arrangements for transportation. Kelly suddenly claimed to have a
call of nature, which demanded that he should retire to the water
closet in the back yard. Day stooped down to get the prisoner’s
boots for him, and as he did so, Kelly snatched the guard’s revolver
and shot him through the breast, though, fortunately, not
dangerously. A struggle ensued between the two men and soon a
large crowd of the guests of the house came to the rescue of the
guard and assisted him to disarm the now thoroughly enraged
criminal.
Some one rushed over to the railroad office and informed Boswell of
what was transpiring. Hurrying back to the hotel he concluded to go
in the back way to avoid interference. Then another feature of the
plot was revealed. A carriage stood backed up against the rear fence
and a mob of forty friends of Kelly’s were demanding admission to
the hotel, while the proprietor of the house, a courageous old man
named Ramsey, stood at the head of the stairs, up which they
sought to go, brandishing an old saber and defying them. Boswell’s
appearance was sufficient to disperse the crowd, as his character
had already become known to Kelly and his friends. Kelly was after
this episode placed in jail.
Boswell feared still another effort at rescue, and took precautions to
frustrate it. He employed a railroad man named Thomas McCarthy to
join the mob and keep him informed of their movements. Through
this means he discovered that a plot had been set on foot to wreck
the train six miles out. Obstructions were placed on the track at a
point where the train would have been thrown from the track before
it could have been stopped. But Mr. Mead, then superintendent of
the Union Pacific, sent out a flat car carrying forty armed men, who
removed the obstructions and allowed the passenger train carrying
Boswell and his man to pass without further molestation.
The seven or eight hundred miles across the plains to Laramie City
were traversed without incident, and the desperado was lodged at
last in jail—another feather in Mr. Boswell’s cap and that of the
Rocky Mountain detective force.
Let it be said to the shame of the courts that after all this effort to
capture Kelly, and after his terrible crime had become known
throughout the West, he was allowed to go scot free, after
remaining in jail a few months. He succeeded in buying off the
witnesses against him and at last got off, though at a cost of not less
than $37,000.
Of course, such a man would be expected to die with his boots on,
and he did, having been shot dead some years ago in Texas while in
a row there.
DEALING WITH STRIKERS.
 CHAPTER LI.
GEN. COOK DEALS OUT JUSTICE TO
BOTH THE STRIKERS AND THEIR
EMPLOYERS—PREVENTS
BLOODSHED AND DESTRUCTION AT
LEADVILLE BY HIS UNPREJUDICED
COURSE IN HANDLING THE STRIKE
—STRIKERS CALL ON HIM TO
SETTLE THE STRIKE—HE DOES IT
IN SHORT ORDER.
As a rule, the work of detectives and detective associations during
strikes has been such as to incur the bitterest hatred from the
strikers, and in many cases the condemnation of all disinterested
citizens. We opine that this has been caused in the main by the
various associations employing for strike purposes the very worst
thugs and blacklegs that could be found—men who desired to see a
strike prolonged indefinitely that they might have a job, and men
who would not hesitate to do anything that would increase the
bitterness existing between the employers and the employed.
As an illustration of this fact, we might call attention to the great
engineers’ strike on the “Q.” several years ago. Two or three engines
had been blown up and much other damage had been done, so the
officials of the company were led to believe, by the strikers. The
labor unions of Denver denied this, and to completely refute the
charges and clear themselves, they resolved to employ Gen. D. J.
Cook and the Rocky Mountain Detective Association, in whom they
had implicit confidence, to ferret out the real criminals. In a few days
Gen. Cook was able to report to the unions that they were right, and
that the deviltry was being done by miscreants in no way connected
with the strikers. But the greatest services Gen. Cook and the
association have ever rendered for labor unions was done during the
great Leadville strike in June, 1880.
How they saved the state of Colorado from eternal disgrace, and
several hundred of the foremost citizens of Leadville from eternal
infamy, by nipping in the bud the conspiracy to lynch six of the
leaders of the Miners’ Union, has never been told; but it deserves
publication as one of the most brilliant achievements of Gen. Cook’s
career.
It is not our purpose to give here a history of the strike in detail, but
merely to relate the part played by Gen. Cook, and some of his most
trusted lieutenants. The Miners’ Union, consisting of several hundred
miners, with Michael Mooney at their head, had declared a strike
about the last of May, and by persuasions and threats soon had
nearly every miner in the Leadville district out. The bitterness
increased from day to day, and by the 10th of June the excitement
had risen to such a pitch that nearly everybody in the city had
arrayed himself with either the union or with those who sympathized
with the mine owners.
Leadville was in a condition of anarchy. There were organizations of
mine owners and citizens, and organizations of miners which were
intensely hostile to each other. The bummers of the city had
attached themselves to one party or the other, hoping for plunder. It
was generally believed that a vigilance committee had been
organized to deal with the leaders of the strike. It was known that
mine owners had received notices from unknown sources
threatening their lives. The most intelligent portion of the community
believed that a deadly collision was imminent.
In this condition of affairs the sheriff of the county officially notified
the governor that he could no longer preserve the peace, and called
upon him to declare martial law as the only means of preventing
bloodshed. Gov. F. W. Pitkin at once responded by ordering Gen.
Cook to take command, at the same time declaring the city and
county under martial law, which step was immediately taken. Gen.
Cook at once summoned ex-Sheriff Peter Becker and Lieut. Matt.
Hickman, both of whom are now dead, but who were then trusted
members of the Rocky Mountain Detective Association, together with
two other members, and detailed them to circulate through all the
crowds and obtain definite information as to what the “Committee of
115” was doing. These men soon discovered that there was a plot
on foot to cause the arrest of Mooney and five other leaders of the
strikers, place them under a guard of militia friendly to the
committee, and then to take them away and lynch them.
Gen. Cook at once conferred with Brig. Gen. James, whom he knew
to be opposed to the proposed lynching, and they agreed that at
least half of the militia could not be trusted in the matter. Gen. Cook
then directed Gen. James to choose three companies that were all
right to scour the town and arrest every suspicious party. Gen.
James chose about 300 out of the 600 men in the command, taking
only the companies that he felt could be relied upon, but a large
number of whose members, as the detectives found out, were
members of the committee of safety themselves! They went on duty
at 8 o’clock, but as a matter of course, they failed to find any riotous
assemblages. After midnight Gen. Cook’s detectives reported these
facts to him, adding that the mob was only waiting for him to retire,
when they would have their victims placed under arrest, and placed
in charge of militiamen who were in full sympathy with the mob.
Then, of course, they were to be taken after a slight show of
resistance and hanged. As soon as Gen. Cook found that he could
not depend upon the other men, he sent for Capt. Murphy and Lieut.
Duggan, of the Tabor Tigers, a company formed principally of
sporting men, who were opposed to hanging on general principles,
arguing that it was something that might happen to anybody. On
being questioned as to whether their men could be trusted to round
up the “stranglers” or not, Murphy replied: “Now you’re shoutin’. If
there’s anything in the world these boys are dead sore on, it’s
stranglers.” Gen. Cook at once ordered the company to report at his
headquarters, on the double-quick, and upon their arrival directed
Capt. Murphy to divide them into small squads and at once scour the
town, arresting any group of three or more men they might find, no
matter, militiamen or civilians. The men departed in all directions
with a whoop, and in less than an hour the detectives reported to
Gen. Cook that he could go to bed without the least fear of any
more trouble, nor was there any.
As soon as the “Committee of 115” found that Gen. Cook had
detected their conspiracy, they knew in a minute that the “stuff was
off,” and the idea of lynching the strike leaders was given up. Gen.
Cook soon convinced everybody that he had no entangling alliances
with either mine owners, citizens or miners. He went under
instructions to protect all classes from violence and to prevent
bloodshed. His actions were so impartial and his protection to the
community was so complete, that when on the third day after
martial law was declared, the governor proposed to revoke the
order, every class of the community appealed to him to continue the
order in force. More than a hundred of the citizens telegraphed
imploring him to continue the protection for a few days longer. A
majority of the city council, with the city treasurer, city clerk and city
marshal, united in the same request. The Miners’ Union sent him this
dispatch:
“Leadville, Colorado, June 17.
“Governor F. W. Pitkin:
“We request you to leave the matter of military law in this county in
the hands of Major General Cook. It is for the best interest of all
concerned.
“JAMES T. BLACK,
“Secretary pro tem.
“P. J. LAWLESS,
“TIM GOODWIN,
“JOHN CRELLY,
“Vice Presidents, Union.”
Thus was the danger averted. Dave Cook’s cool head and strong
determination had prevented the riot, and ruin, and bloodshed that
must certainly have followed the lynching of the strike leaders by the
infuriated citizens’ committee. He had won the respect of all classes,
and the Miners’ Union, seeing that their cause was already lost,
appealed to him to devise some means of settling the strike. He
consented, and in a few hours had arranged a conference between
the miners and their employers, at which their differences were
satisfactorily adjusted, and the great strike was over.
When Gen. Cook was first appointed to the command of the military
forces around Leadville, a local paper, the Carbonate Chronicle, said,
editorially:
“The man whom Gov. Pitkin has selected to take command of the
state forces in this county during the reign of martial law, needs no
introduction to any Coloradoan. Sheriff of the capital county for
years, he became the best known and most prominent official in the
state by reason of his able administration of his duties, his wonderful
detective achievements, and the fact that his arrests were made in
every quarter. For the past ten or fifteen years criminals have felt
that if Dave Cook was on their trail their escape was hopeless and
their fears have proven well founded.
“As an executive officer, Gen. Cook possesses the highest ability. His
iron will, level head and perfect coolness mark him as the one man
for chief in this emergency. No matter where you see him—at table,
desk, on promenade, in the saddle, confronting Utes or criminals—
he is the same calm, quiet, nervy man.
“The memorable ride over the range into Middle Park, and prompt
action in the Ute campaign of last summer, have passed into history,
and Gen. Cook will ever be remembered with deepest gratitude by
the settlers whom he succored so quickly.
“Leadville may well congratulate herself that the presence of such a
man has been secured in the commander’s saddle in this most trying
and important ordeal.”
Subsequent events proved that the confidence of the people in Gen.
Cook’s ability was not misplaced, and the prompt and decisive
settlement of the troubles, added fresh laurels to his fame and that
of the Rocky Mountain Detective Association.

A VICTIM OF DRAW POKER.

 CHAPTER LII.
AN EXPRESS MESSENGER ROBS A TRAIN
IN NEW YORK OF THIRTY-SIX
HUNDRED DOLLARS—HE LOSES AT
CARDS AND DRAWS UPON THE
FUND IN HIS KEEPING—OFF FOR
THE WEST—TRACED TO DENVER
AND THEN TO SANTA FE BY
DETECTIVE ARNOLD OF THE ROCKY
MOUNTAIN DETECTIVE
ASSOCIATION—ONLY TOO GLAD TO
GET AWAY—THE ROBBER ROBBED
IN A GAME OF POKER WITH HIS
LANDLORD, WHO THEN ATTEMPTS
TO DETAIN HIM FOR HIS BOARD
BILL—BESIEGED FOR A NIGHT—JOE
ARNOLD AS AN ARTFUL DODGER.
John A. Bemis is the name of a young man who must figure in this
narrative because of his weakness—because he allowed himself to
fall into bad habits when he was entrusted with money belonging to
other people. When the crime was committed in the summer of
1877, Bemis was, and is yet if he is still living, a young man of good
family. His people resided in Syracuse, N. Y., whence Bemis started
out on one of the New York railroads as an agent for the American
Express company, running into New York. As agent for a big carrying
enterprise running into the nation’s financial metropolis, he became
the custodian of large sums of money, often carrying a million
dollars on a single trip. He was implicitly trusted by the company,
being a young man whose life was supposed to be singularly
exemplary, and backed by family connections of the very highest
order. There were many times that he might have made a big haul
without taking more than the ordinary risk which thieves take. But
he seems to have resisted all the more luring bait which was thrown
out to him, and to have at last been tempted by a comparatively
small sum.
As was learned after his arrest by the Rocky Mountain Detective
Association, he fell into loose company one day while carrying
$3,600 for his company. He was lured into a game of penny-ante
poker, which assumed, before the game was finished, extensive
proportions. Having exhausted his own pile, and feeling chagrined at
being beaten, he drew upon the money which he held in trust. He
did not draw upon the pile very extensively, but sufficiently to create
a deficit which he was unable to make good. Finding himself in a
corner, fearing to explain his breach of trust, and being unable to
supply the missing sum himself, he decided in an evil moment upon
flight, and also concluded to carry the residue of the company’s
money in his possession with him.
This decision once formed, he left his express car at a way station,
and jumping upon a train coming westward, was off before the theft
was discovered.
The company was thunderstruck when the crime was discovered.
The New York papers were full of the details a few days afterwards,
and the wires carried the report to all sections of the country,
dwelling upon the young man’s family connections, the trust which
had been reposed in him, and filled with surmises as to what could
have induced him to take the foolish step which he had taken. Soon
followed other telegrams and posters, the latter carrying portraits of
the young fellow, offering a reward of $800 for his apprehension.
The express company determined upon close pursuit and the
capture and punishment of the defaulter, not because they did not
respect the feelings of his family, but because they felt that he
should be made an example of. Detectives throughout the eastern
states and as far west as the Mississippi river were put to work on
the case. They sought in vain for the fugitive. He was not to be
found by the most vigilant of the officers who took the trail.
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