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Bring ‘Em Back Alive
!
Written and
contributed by Ben Feld
Based
on Watertown Republican story, 04 10
1895
The life of a lawyer
can be rather boring at times, but every once in a while some case pops up and
adds some excitement to our lives. One
incident I remember well took place in 1895 and almost landed the sheriff of
Jefferson County in jail. And he hadn’t
done anything wrong. But that’s what
they all say.
A certain John
Armstrong, a man of questionable morals and intentions, had been accused of
swindling a resident of the county and before he could be formally charged, he
fled the county for parts unknown.
Somehow , about April 1, 1895, word reached sheriff Shannon that
Armstrong had been apprehended and was
incarcerated near Brookings, South Dakota, about 15 miles west of the
Minnesota-South Dakota state line.
Sheriff Shannon lost
no time in hopping the train in Jefferson, expecting to reach Brookings in less
than one day, where he would take custody of the wanted man, handcuff him, reboard the train, and be back in Jefferson, Wisconsin, in
short order. This was not a new
procedure for him. He anticipated no
trouble for swindlers were not generally considered hardened, difficult
prisoners.
But when he arrived
at the jail near Brookings he learned that a habeas corpus petition had been filed and the prisoner’s case could
not be heard until ten days after the proceedings were instituted. So Sheriff Shannon could do nothing but wait
until the proceedings were finished.
During his wait, the
lawman received a letter ostensively signed by the
governor of South Dakota, revoking the requisition and the proceedings were
immediately halted, which meant, in essence, that Armstrong was exonerated and
was to be set free. But the sharp eye of
Sheriff Shannon noticed that the letter which was supposed to have come from
the governor did not bear the official seal of the state.
Smelling a rat, the
sheriff presumed the letter to be a forgery and proceeded to arrest Armstrong,
and, with him in custody, boarded the train for the long ride home to
Jefferson. When the train made a brief
stop at Brookings, somehow Armstrong was able to rally a group of men at the
station and, with their help, he managed to escape.
There was nothing for
the sheriff to do but leave for home empty handed. Where he had originally
envisioned a triumphant arrival at home, now he had nothing to look forward to
except a humbling arrival with the results of a failed mission to offer the
people. Again Armstrong was
free. It looked like he had escaped into
the wilds of the West never to return.
What a sad situation for an earnest lawman. And to make matters even worse, before he,
the sheriff, had traveled many miles toward home he, himself,
was arrested and taken into custody on the charge of trying to kidnap a
prisoner. As Jimmy Durante would often
say a half-century later, “what a revolting development that was!”
So the sheriff did
the only thing he could do at a point like this; he took an adjournment, posted
bail, and arrived home April 9, embarrassed, chagrinned, explaining over and
over that he had handled the prisoner as he did because the governor’s letter
had not had the state seal attached. But
Oh, the shame of it! He had left on a
mission to bring back a criminal, but now there was a warrant out for his, the
sheriff’s, arrest. The law enforcer had
now become the criminal.
And so it was that on
a balmy spring evening,
Before we arrived in
the state of South Dakota, we were apprised of the fact that the judge before
whom the habeas corpus were had, was
angry and intended to have Mr. Shannon arrested for contempt of court if he was
cleared on the charge of kidnapping. Now
what were we to do?
It didn’t take us
long to come up with a plan and put it into action. Sheriff Shannon left the train in Lake
Benton, on the border of the state of Minnesota, safe from any action by that
judge but close enough to be within
telephone range of me if that became necessary. Then I proceeded to Brookings where I
learned, from examining the docket of justice, that jurisdiction had been lost
and I so informed the local district attorney.
Then to make the matter appear all right on the record, Armstrong, when
he came before the court on the day set for the hearing, was persuaded to
withdraw the complaint and Sheriff Shannon was discharged.
The sheriff was
waiting for me at Lake Benton and we immediately resumed our journey home with
Sheriff Shannon a free man!
And so was the
swindler, Armstrong. Did we attempt to
get him to make restitution for his crime?
Maybe we should have, but both Sheriff Shannon and I kept hearing the
voice of
Aesop saying: LET SLEEPING DOGS LIE.