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EDWARD D. WORRELL.

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going east, going towards him,
eould have seen the bedy, if he
had not been eovered, at about
40 yards before you came to him,

Cross-examined. If ihere had
been no snow, the brush would
not have hid him. There must
Ihave been one or one and a half
feet snow fallen between the time
he left my house and the tine
he was found. Never saw Gor-
don hefore, as I recollect, When
I told Worrell about Dr. Wat-
kins, Gordon, I think, said he had
seen him, but did not know him.
He said be had heard the name
of Dr. MeDIheny, but did not
know him. Don’t know how
many barrels the pistol had; did
not have it in my hand, There
‘was no concealment about it. He
talked a good deal more than
either of the others. Worrell
afterwards set in his chair after
supper, as any gentleman would.
He aid not shoot off the pistol
at ray honse. When he was taken
beck t to Warrenton, know he ree-
ognized me. He stopped and got
water at my gate, but did not get
out.

Clay Taylor. T yeside in War-
ven County; was on the way to
my farm, on 25th of January
last, from St. Louis. Then first
saw Worrell on the Boonalick
road leading from St. Charles
to Warrenton, about 15 miles
east of the placa where G,’s body
was found. Was driving a bug-
gy. There were three buggies
in our company, Was with Col.
White, my brother-in-law and
others, My attention was at-
tracted to the persons we met.
Worrell was riding 2 chestnut
sorrel horse, to the best of my
belief. Mr. Bruff was with him
riding a dark brown horse, and
leading ono of the same color

without any saddle, but I reeol-
leet well there were saddle marke
on him. Col. White, who is con-
sidered a Napoleon of the turf,
remarked on seeing W.’s horse:
“That is a damned fine poor
man’s horse.” Was struck by
the remark, and it made me no-
tice it. Our meeting made my
mare shy, which nearly upset the
buggy. This made me notice it.
It was a chestnut sorrel horse.
I have seen Worrell and Bruff
several times since; in jail and
at Warrenton, That is Mr. Wor-
rell. I spoke to him sinee I came
in, In jail T asked Worrell (this
was at night, the night he came
to St. Louis), if he recognized
me. He looked at me closely and
said, I think I do. I asked him,
if he would state where he bad
seen me before. This remark waa

‘in these simple words: T am not

certain, sir, whether it was at
Warrenton, or on the road this
side, I then asked him if he
recollected the circumstance of
meeting three buggies together
on the day of the murder. I may
not have said murder. I said
“rnfortunate occurrenee.” He
said he thought be did. I asked
no other question, but Mr. Isaac
H. Sturgeon, who was with me,
asked him, “Mr, Worrell, will
you please state if my friend suf-
fered much after he was shot?”
Worrell who was standing look-
ing at us, dropped his head (I
shall never forget it as long as
T live), and replied, “He did not
suffer.” Had no further con-
versation at that time. Subse-
quently went to see him, After
passing the compliments of the
day (at the same place, and with
no view of extracting anything,
several days after), T asked him
how he was, He replied, “tol-

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