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NEVADA TRANSCRIPT NOVEMBER 2 & 3, 1866 327
FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 2, 1866
LETTER FROM DODGE.— Robert S. Dodge, who is sentenced to be executed on next Thursday,
spends a considerable portion of his time in writing. He seems to entertain no fear of death, and talks
of his trial and conviction as the result of a conspiracy against him. Whenever he alludes to his death
he speaks of it as an event for which the public is impatient. Dodge sends us the following letter, with a
request for its publication. We give it place, because the thoughts expressed by him, when sentence was
pronounced, are more fully expressed than in our notice at that time:
Editor Transcript:—I notice in your columns a statement, that I had a false impression on
my mind when I was before Judge McFarland the last time. Now, I beg to be understood by all.
Nothing looks more noble or more brave in a man than to acknowledge a wrong when he knows
that he is wrong. It is not my intention to die, giving any one any false accusations, for God
knows my heart, that I only want to do God and the world a good service, that is justly due—
such service as you think you are doing by hurrying me to an ignominious death.
I said to the Judge, (when sentence was passed,) “I shall not be able to say anything that will
satisfy you of my innocence, it is in the nature of the case impossible. You know the evidence
and from what source it came, and as you are bent on having my life it is idle for me to attempt
to explain it away. I have no reason to believe that my word will be taken in explanation against
the appearances that exist against me, nor am I going to beg you to take it, complain to you
that it is not taken, nor shall I appeal to your reason in what few words I have got to say. In the
present fury and passion of a number of persons, they would hate me worse were I to prove my
entire innocence, than they do now. The long settled hate of a few men has infected you all,
and now you as well as many others, are so mad and so prejudiced against me, that you think
you are doing God and the world a good service by hurrying me to an ignominious death. I
have given all the warning that I can, that is all I can do, and you may do your work up to suit
yourselves.”
To the audience [I] said: “You who now so impatiently await my death and stand ready to
lend a hand in effecting it, beware! You will carry hence a red hand; there will be blood upon it,
and the dark spot can never be wiped out. You now thirst for blood, and my blood you can have,
but turn where you will, this foul deed will haunt you through the world.”
I was only alluding to those who had wronged me, and I will give you all my reasons for
thinking hard of a number, on the 8th day of November on a piece of paper. I want you to
preserve it, and if Iam wrong, then God is my judge that it is unintentional. I shall ask the good
people of this county to forgive me, as I shall forgive all. The black flag is hoisted over me and
let it wave. Robert S. Dodge.
We give the letter as nearly as possible, just as it was written, only correcting the orthography.
SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 3, 1866
DIGEST OF THE PRESIDENT’S STUMP SPEECHES.—They say I am a demagogue—l ain’t.
They say I’m a traitor—I ain’t.
They say I’m a usurper—I ain’t.
They say I’m a tyrant—I ain’t.
They say I’m undignified—I ain’t.
They say my habits are bad—They ain’t.
They say I’m always harping on “my policy’”—I ain’t.