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So he said, now for the grand bulge! So the very
next morning at the streak of dawn we got another
letter ready, and was wondering what we better do with
it, because we heard them say at supper they was
going to have a nigger on watch at both doors all
night. Tom he went down the lightning-rod to spy
around; and the nigger at the back door was asleep,
and he stuck it in the back of his neck and come back.
This letter said:
Don't betray me, I wish to be your friend. There
is a desprate gang of cut-throats from over in the
Indian Territory going to steal your runaway
nigger to-night, and they have been trying to scare
you so as you will stay in the house and not bother
them. I am one of the gang, but have got religgion
and wish to quit it and lead an honest life again,
and will betray the helish design. They will sneak
down from northards, along the fence, at midnight
exact, with a false key, and go in the nigger's
cabin to get him. I am to be off a piece and blow
a tin horn if I see any danger; but stead of that I
will BA like a sheep soon as they get in and not
blow at all; then whilst they are getting his chains
loose, you slip there and lock them in, and can
kill them at your leasure. Don't do anything but
just the way I am telling you; if you do they will
suspicion something and raise whoop-jamboreehoo. I
do not wish any reward but to know I have done the
right thing.
UNKNOWN FRIEND.
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