Legal Reminiscences. "With many oaths and in a loud voice on this occasion he was vaunting the merits of his rifle. It was the (oath oathest) best gun on the (oath, oath) West coast. By (oath, oath), he always knew she would keel up a man at five hundred yards; but, by (oath), he never had a chance to try her until to-day. As he was coming clown the canon, he saw ' Ingin Jo' sitting in front of his tepee on the opposite side of the river. He drew up an' onhitched her off-hand jits( /or fun, an' keeled Jo over as neat as if the dis tance had only been forty rod! "Here the brute burst into a horse laugh. As no one responded to it, he took offence, which he proposed to vent upon the smallest man within his reach. This was Pettibone. ' Here, you milk-faced infant over there! You don't seem to like my story. Wall, what you got to say about it any way, you dunghill rooster?" "' I do not like your story, Jack Roach! ' said Pettibone, who knew that every eye at the table was upon him. ' And what I have to say about it is that, in my opinion, a man that murders an Indian for fun will murder a white man for money! ' "The brute roared like a mad bull. ' Let me get at him! ' he screamed, as he jumped upon the table and strove to draw one of his pistols. We thought Pettibone had no show. But Roach's pistol seemed to stick for a moment in his belt. That moment cost him his life. Pettibone neither quivered nor re treated. He waited until every one saw that Roach intended to kill him, and then some thing flashed at the end of his right arm and hand, and Roach fell forward with a knife through his body and heart. 4 "Then it was time for me to interfere. ' Where is your justice of the peace and sheriff? ' As two men came forward, I whispered to Pettibone : ' Keep quiet! I am going to take care of you.' I said to the justice, 'Call your jury of inquest!' He named six good men, who came forward and were sworn. The jurymen all declared that they saw the whole affair, and wanted no
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evidence. I insisted that Pettibone should be formally arrested. The jury immediately found a verdict of 'justifiable homicide in self-defence,' adding that Pettibone was awarded 'the thanks of the camp for abat ing its greatest nuisance.' Pettibone had established his reputation in the miningcamp of Devil's Gulch!"
I had never seen the face or any photo graph or portrait, or read or heard any description, of the man, and yet the moment he entered the door of the court-room of Justice Hunt, I said to myself, " That is Judge Terry! " Turning to my opponent in the case on trial, I asked, " Wilson, is not that man Judge Terry?" "Certainly it is," he replied; "do you not know him?" "No," I said; " nor have I any desire to know him!" It was not homely, — it was by no means wanting in intellect; and yet it was the most repulsive human face I ever saw. It impressed me as wicked, villanous, — the face of a man you would not like to meet in the night or in a solitary place. I knew how he terrorized the bar. It was disgraceful! I was present in the Federal Court when the famous Sharon case was argued. It was an equity proceeding to enjoin the use of a forged certificate of marriage. The forgery was palpable, obvious beyond question. It was forged by the Sarah Althea whom Judge Terry had married. It was a case in which the guilty forger deserved the scornful, sever est denunciation; yet the counsel for the complainant could not have treated the high est lady in the land with more delicate con sideration. I asked a retired Judge of the Supreme Court of the State what reason existed for such delicacy. " None but cow ardice," he said. " They are simply afraid of Terry! " Fortunately for the country, there was one judge who was not afraid of Terry. He had justly earned a high reputation by long, learned, and dignified judicial service; but there was no incident of that service more dignified, exemplary, and fearless than
