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1892-12-28 Page 1
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Dubuque, Iowa Dec. 28, 1892. My Dearly Beloved Sister: Herewith I enclose to you letters from my ever to be remembered great and good friend Gen. Jefferson Davis, ex-President of the Confederate States, which I value more highly than I do any or all other earthly posessions which I own. *** My efforts to secure the album of my friends President and Mrs. Davis was the most venturesome that I ever made in all my life and it almost makes me tremble when I think of the narrow escape from being hung up by the cowardly scoundrels, the Moores, who robbed Mrs. Davis' trunks on the transports off Fortress Monroe when, her noble, great, brave and heroic husband was suffering with rough handcuffs on his wrists, and heavy, rough, iron shackles on his bleeding ankles, in a dark casement in Fortress Monroe, by the order of Gen. Miles, the present commander of our U.S. troops, the cowardly tyrant. **** The postmaster told me that Col. Moore had removed from Waterloo to Morris Mill in Tamer [Tama] County some thirty miles further west, a noted abolition county. My cousin took me to the Honorable Horace Boice [Boies], a leading Republican lawyer, who introduced me to Mr. Crouch his partner, saying he would accompany me. So I said, "Mr. Couch, I will call for you very early tomorrow morning with the best pair of horses and buggy that I can find in the city."
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Dubuque, Iowa Dec. 28, 1892. My Dearly Beloved Sister: Herewith I enclose to you letters from my ever to be remembered great and good friend Gen. Jefferson Davis, ex-President of the Confederate States, which I value more highly than I do any or all other earthly posessions which I own. *** My efforts to secure the album of my friends President and Mrs. Davis was the most venturesome that I ever made in all my life and it almost makes me tremble when I think of the narrow escape from being hung up by the cowardly scoundrels, the Moores, who robbed Mrs. Davis' trunks on the transports off Fortress Monroe when, her noble, great, brave and heroic husband was suffering with rough handcuffs on his wrists, and heavy, rough, iron shackles on his bleeding ankles, in a dark casement in Fortress Monroe, by the order of Gen. Miles, the present commander of our U.S. troops, the cowardly tyrant. **** The postmaster told me that Col. Moore had removed from Waterloo to Morris Mill in Tamer [Tama] County some thirty miles further west, a noted abolition county. My cousin took me to the Honorable Horace Boice [Boies], a leading Republican lawyer, who introduced me to Mr. Crouch his partner, saying he would accompany me. So I said, "Mr. Couch, I will call for you very early tomorrow morning with the best pair of horses and buggy that I can find in the city."
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