Manuscripts/Mixed Material [E. F. Forsgard]
“My brother Sam, who was a small, boy, and some other boys were killed when a wall of the [Orand?] livery stable collapsed in 1876. It was a new brick wall, and the cement wasn't dry, and they were running and playing on top of it when it fell and crushed them.
“I saw Judge Gerald and the Harris brothers have their gun battle, when the Harrises were killed; and I sat Brann, the iconoclast, when he shot and killed the man who had shot him. The man fell off the sidewalk into the gutter, and Brann kept shooting him. Brann was shot once through the left chest, and I don't believe he would have died, but the officers were so excited and afraid of more shooting that they took hold of him and ran with him all the way to the jail, and he lost so much blood that I think that was what killed him. I believe he would have lived if it hadn't been for that. He died about a week later.
“There were some of those oldtimers that wouldn't back up for anybody. The officers were afraid to try to arrest them. If they had a warrant for one if them, they'd send him word that they had a warrant for him, and he'd send word back that he would be down to see them in about thirty minutes, and those fellows always kept their word to come in. It went too hard with their pride to submit to arrest. They wouldn't submit to anything without a fight, and I have seen them make even some of the nerviest officers crawfish and talk nice.