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GRASS VALLEY UNION JULY 31, 1866 231
TUESDAY, JULY 31, 1866
BOLD HIGHWAY ROBBERY.—Otr young friends John W. Roberts and Daniel E. Bell, of this
place, met with quite an adventure last Sunday night, about a mile and one-half below this place, on the
Rough & Ready road. They were returning from Penn Valley, slowly ascending a hilly portion of the
turnpike, when they espied two pedestrians a short distance ahead of them, both going down the road.
Bell remarked: “See those foot-pads.” His conjecture was correct. When the buggy got to where the
highwaymen were, one of the fellows, who stood close to the team, blazed away with his revolver, the ball
passing through the dashboard of the buggy, glancing from a piece of iron which it struck, and hitting
Bell on the right leg, near the knee joint. The other scoundrel, with cocked revolver in hand, stepped in
front of the horses, and when he had them secured, he remarked to Roberts and Bell: “Gentlemen, make
no demonstration.” The other scoundrel then commenced searching his victims. He obtained a gold watch
from Bell, and a silver watch and one dollar and twenty-five cents in cash from Roberts. Bell remarked
that he had been shot, whereupon the rascal who had done the shooting produced a handkerchief with
which he tied up the wound. In answer to a question from his partner who asked him if he had shot Bell,
he replied that he had, but that he did not intend to shoot, that the pistol had gone off accidentally. The
breast strap was broken by the horses dodging to one side, and Roberts got out to repair it, when he was
assisted by the ruffian who had hold of the team. When the breast-strap was repaired, and everything was
in readiness for a sendoff, Roberts and Bell started homeward, receiving a very polite “good night” from
the roadsters. One of the robbers is described as a tall man, the other fellow being of short stature. Both
had handkerchiefs over their faces, and consequently it was a difficult matter to recognize either of the
fellows; but Bell thinks he could recognize the smaller one on sight. Bell was wounded, as before stated,
in the right leg near the knee-joint, the ball passing upward and lodging in the flesh two inches above the
point at which it entered. The ball was extracted yesterday by Dr. Tyrrell, and the wounded man is getting
along tolerably comfortably, but is, of course, suffering some pain.
JIM BECK WOURTH.—This notorious trapper, liar and general humbug, whose exploits in
the Sierra Nevada and Rocky mountains have been woven into book form in the shape of “Life and
adventures of James Beckwourth,” has turned once more as trapper. The Rocky Mountain News,
published at Denver City, Colorado Territory, gives the following account (evidently narrated by the
hero himself) of Jim’s adventures last winter: “He got back here yesterday from his winter’s trapping
excursion away over on the head waters of the Green river, and reports losing all his men and horses.
Three of them—Burns, Williams and Clayton—were killed by Indians, which he thinks were his old
enemies of the Blackfoot tribe. These same Indians also stole his horses. The last man, John Simmons,
was drowned between Pratt’s and St. Vrain’s Forks of Green river. He lost all his traps at the same time,
and everything else, except two hundred and eighty fine beaver skins; these he cached, and went into Pass
Creek station for horses and brought them in. Jim has almost material for another book of adventures.”
HORSE STEALING.—Richard Acosta, a Mexican who formerly cooked at the Franco-American
restaurant in this place, was arrested, last Saturday night, in Boston Ravine, by Deputy Sheriff Sale, on
the charge of stealing a pony from John Colligan, of this place. Acosta, it appears, obtained the pony
from Colligan about the 18th inst., promising to return him the next day, or very soon at least, and he
subsequently got a Spanish saddle from another party, promising, as in the former case, to return it
speedily. But neither pony nor saddle were returned by last Saturday night, notwithstanding the Mexican
had been several times requested to return them or an equivalent, so a warrant, as already stated, was
issued for his arrest. He was sauntering along Boston Ravine when he was Acosted (te-he—see it?) by
officer Sale, who captured him. His trial, for petit larceny, comes off this morning at 9 o’clock before