One morning in July, 1854, a planter named Williamson, living six miles from Selma, Alabama, was sitting with his wife and a child on the veranda of his dwelling.
Williamson strolled leisurely down the gravel walk, plucking a flower as he went, passed across the road and into the pasture, pausing a moment as he closed the gate leading into it, to greet a passing neighbor, Armour Wren, who lived on an adjoining plantation.
Williamson some horses, which were to have been sent for that day, but for some reason not now remembered it would be inconvenient to deliver them until the morrow.
Wren's strange account of the matter, given under oath in the course of legal proceedings relating to the Williamson estate, here follows:
Williamson, with her child in her arms and followed by several servants, came running down the walk in great excitement, crying:
Williamson is a white-bearded man, and he lives alone with a small staff of servants at the Hall.
Williamson, the ex-clergyman, bowed to us with mock politeness, and the bully, Woodley, advanced with a shout of brutal and exultant laughter.
Williamson and Carruthers found themselves carrying the wounded Woodley into the house, and I gave my arm to the frightened girl.
In the first place, three of you came from South Africa on this game--you Williamson, you Carruthers, and Woodley."
But perhaps if I put Sarah
Williamson, Methodist preacher, Leeds, o' th' outside, it might get to her; for most like she'd be wi' Sarah
Williamson."
'No, but I really was--at least so mamma said--and Brown and
Williamson. Brown said she was sure no gentleman could set eyes on me without falling in love that minute; and so I may be allowed to be a little vain.
Nelson does die in the instant of victory; and a man named Williams does quite accidentally murder a man named
Williamson; it sounds like a sort of infanticide.