An unusual thing about Bart is that at a couple robberies he left verse, almost taunting those who were trying to stop him.
I've labored long and hard for bread,
For honor, and for riches,
But on my corns too long you've tread,
You fine-haired sons of bitches.
For honor, and for riches,
But on my corns too long you've tread,
You fine-haired sons of bitches.
— Black Bart, 1877
Here I lay me down to sleep
To wait the coming morrow,
Perhaps success, perhaps defeat,
And everlasting sorrow.
Let come what will, I'll try it on,
My condition can't be worse;
And if there's money in that box
'Tis munny in my purse.— Black Bart
Perhaps success, perhaps defeat,
And everlasting sorrow.
Let come what will, I'll try it on,
My condition can't be worse;
And if there's money in that box
'Tis munny in my purse.— Black Bart
While Black Bart was robbing stage coaches, at least 24 robberies were credited to him, which is more than anyone in history, he lived in San Francisco under an assumed name, and passed himself off as a rich mining engineer named Charles Bolton.
James Hume was a detective hired by the Wells Fargo Company to capture Black Bart. He actually used skills of detection, which was unusual for the time, other than interviewing witnesses. He took cast molds of footprints, he dug out bullets and buckshot to look for comparisons.
Wells Fargo became smarter over time, fastening the black boxes to the coach. Bart would have to take time to them them loose, and this lead to his capture. At a robbery, near in location to his first, a passenger had been let off at the bottom of the hill. It took enough time for Bart to remove the contents of the box, that they came upon bart while he was making his escape. They fired four shorts, and hit him in the hand. He also left quickly, leaving some of the items at his camp. This included a bloodied handkerchief with a laundry mark. With this mark, Hume was able to track him down, and discover his true identity. Bart confessed and was convicted of the last robbery. He was sentenced to San Quentin. It is estimated he stole between twenty and one hundred thousand dollars (three million today.) After his release, early for good behavior, he drifted into obscurity.
Excerpts form Wikipedia and Bill O' Reilly's Legends & Lies by David Fisher.
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