<h2>CHAPTER VIII.</h2>
<p>Smith Becomes a Fortune Teller and Startles the Gaoler—Foretells
His Own Release—Pardoned by the Court he Refuses to Leave
the Gaol which He Sets on Fire in a Mysterious Way—Finally
Shipped on a Schooner to Nova Scotia with his Marionettes.</p>
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The next morning, when the gaoler went in
to see him, Smith said he had been fishing,
and had caught a large fish. The gaoler,
on looking, perceived the chain which Smith had
formerly worn about his neck, and had been missing
a long time, but never could find out where or by
what means he concealed it. After this he commenced
a new scene of mystery, that of fortune-telling;
in which, if he did not possess the power
of divination, he was wonderfully successful.</p>
<p>The gaoler carried him his breakfast, with tea;
Smith observed to him that he could tell him anything,
past or to come. The gaoler then asked him
to tell him something that had happened to him.
Smith replied,—“Some time ago you rode a great
way on my account, and carried letters and papers
about me, and about others too. Again you went
after a man, and you had to go on the water before
you found him, and I am not sure that you found
him on the water. While you were after him you
saw a man at work in the mud on the highway, and
you enquired of him, for the man you wanted. He
told you what you asked. You then asked him if
there was any water near, that you could drink.
He told you of a place where he had drank; you
went to it, but found the water so bad you did not
drink it.”</p>
<p>The gaoler was greatly astonished at this,
knowing the whole affair to be true just as he had
stated, and had no recollection of ever having
mentioned the circumstance to any person. Perhaps
all this may be attempted to be explained away in
some manner, or may be attributed merely to his
imagination, or the hazard of an opinion; but it
would be a coincidence not to be expected, and
very unlikely to happen. Besides, he often hit
upon a development of facts, which could not be
accounted for, but upon the supposition of some
mysterious knowledge of things beyond the reach
of common conception, as the following particulars
will fully testify:</p>
<p>The next morning, Aug. 13, he told me his own
fortune out of his tea-cup. After looking into the
cup for some time, he kissed it, and told the gaoler
he was going away from this place, that he was
going over the water, and must have a box to put
his family in; that he saw three papers that were
written and sent about him, and that one of them
was larger than the other two, and contained something
for him that he did not understand, but he
would soon know.</p>
<p>The next morning, Aug. 14th, he looked in his
cup again, and told the gaoler that these papers
were on their way coming, and would be here this
day at 4 o’clock, and he would soon know what
they contained about him. Accordingly I received
papers from Fredericton, containing his pardon, and
two letters just as he had predicted!!</p>
<p>In addition to this, the following must be
regarded as a very singular and remarkable prediction,
which, independently of some unknown
mysterious means, cannot be accounted for. Early
in the morning he remarked to the gaoler in his
usual manner:</p>
<p>“This man over the way has a son who has gone
to sea, and is at sea now; but he will be here this
night, and you shall see that I will affront him.”
Now mark the sequel. It so happened that a fresh
breeze springing up to the southward, with a strong
flood tide, the vessel which contained the young
man was alongside in the dock in St. John, on the
same day about two o’clock. He was then and
there informed that one of his sisters lay dangerously
ill at Kingston, and that Dr. Smith was just
going up to visit her. The young man hired a
horse, and in company with the doctor, arrived at
his father’s about the time that we usually visited
the prisoner in the evening.</p>
<p>I called at Mr. Perkins’, and found that the
doctor and young Perkins had just arrived. The
doctor said to me that he had heard much of
my extraordinary prisoner, and if I had no objection,
he should be much pleased to see him and his
show, he had heard so much of his great performance.
Young Mr. Perkins said he would also like
to see the show, and all went with me into the gaol
and found Smith lying on his bed, but without
appearing to take notice of any one present. Mr.
Perkins, like everyone else, was much astonished at
the appearance of his show, as it was exhibited on the
wall, and had a great desire to see the performance.</p>
<p>He put down a quarter dollar by Smith, and said
he would give it to him if he would make his
puppets dance; but Smith would not take any
notice of him, and young Perkins continued to
urge him to the performance, but without effect,
until now he was quite out of patience, and finally
took up his money, which he had proposed giving
for the exhibition, and left the gaol in quite an ill
humor. After Perkins left the gaol Smith said,
“now, if any of you want to see my family dance,
you may see them in welcome;”—and took up his
fiddle and went through the performance to the
entire satisfaction of all present.</p>
<p>Now the reader may account for this mysterious
prediction and its fulfilment upon whatever grounds
he pleases; but the arrival of the young man from
sea that day, his coming to Kingston, and his being
affronted by Smith in the jail, are facts which cannot
be disputed. The writer is aware that he may
incur the imputation of weakness for narrating some
things relative to the prisoner; but as they are all
characteristic of him, in a high degree, and when all
united, set him forth before the world as a character
singular and unprecedented, he considered that
every part of his sayings and doings had their
interest, and were necessary to be narrated.</p>
<p>After closing the exhibition of his family for this
time, he went on to say, that he had told his fortune
from his tea-cup, and it came always alike; that he
could tell a great deal by dreams. The devil helped
fortune telling, he said, but dreams were the inspiration
of God. When the hogs came to him by night
he could tell a great deal by them. “Your
neighbor,” he said to me, “had a black sow that
had pigs, some black, some all white, and one with
red dots before and behind.” By them he said he
could tell much. I was aware that Mr. Perkins had
a sow with young pigs, and I had the curiosity to
look at them, but they did not answer to his
description, and I consequently allowed these
remarks of his relative to the sow and pigs to pass
for nothing. However, in the evening, as I was
leaving the jail, Smith said to me (and without a
word having been said about my looking at the
pigs.) “The pigs I told you about are not those
you examined, they were six months old.” I made
no reply, knowing that Mr. Scovil had a sow with
pigs, answering to his description in every
particular.</p>
<p>On Saturday morning, Smith said to the jailer,
“Your neighbor over the way there, has a sow that
has gone away into the woods, and she has pups,—some
all black, some all white, and some black and
white, and she will come home before night, and
when she comes, she will have but one pig, and that
will be a plump black pig, and they will never know
what became of the others.” Accordingly, the sow
about 4 o’clock, came home with her one “plump
black pig,” and was immediately driven back into
the woods the way by which she appeared to have
come; but according to the precise terms of Smith’s
prediction, the others were never found!</p>
<p>The next evening after I had received his pardon
from Fredericton, I went to see him, and found
him, in bed, but he said he could not eat; asked
for some new potatoes, and remarked that the
jailer’s wife had new potatoes yesterday; and did
not appear in his usual good humor. Although he
would both talk and act at times rationally, yet he
had never recovered from his pretended insanity,
nor even until his release from my custody, thus
carrying out his scheme, in perfect wisdom, to the
last. But now, with the pardon in my hand, I
hoped to make some impression upon him, and if
possible, bring him to some sense of his situation,
by compassionately proposing my assistance to get
him out of the Province. I then proceeded to
inform him that I had received his pardon, that his
attorney had proved his friend, and had petitioned
the president and court, stating that he was a
young man, and this having been the first instance
of a case for horse-stealing before the court in this
Province, prayed that mercy might be extended
and his life spared; and that president and council
had been graciously pleased to withdraw the
sentence and grant his pardon; and that I was now
authorized to release him on his entering into
recognizance to appear in the Supreme court and
plead his pardon when called upon. The only
reply made was, “I wish you would bring me some
new potatoes when you come again.”</p>
<p>I proceeded to say that as soon as he was ready,
and would let me know where he wished to go, I
would give him clothing, and would give him time
to put his family in order, and a box to put them
up in; observing that they might be a means of
getting him a living until he could find better
employment, without being driven to the necessity
of stealing.</p>
<p>He replied. “Have you not got boys and girls
that wish to see my family dance? Bring all your
family to see them; I will show them as much as
you please, but others must pay.” I remained with
him nearly an hour afterwards without saying any
more on the subject of his <span class='sc'>Pardon</span>; during which
time he continued to talk incoherently as he had
done the evening before. That we must watch and
pray lest we enter into temptation; that he prayed
with his family; they could not pray for themselves;
that we must be spiritually minded, for to be spiritually
minded was life; but to be carnally minded
was death; and much more of this kind, repeating
large portions from the New Testament, nearly
whole chapters.</p>
<p>He observed, “Now you see I can read as well to
you without the book as others can with the book.
I can read you almost all of any other chapter in
the Bible you will name, either in the Old or New
Testament, it makes not much difference; in the
dark as well as in the light. My wife is a good little
woman; she would get the Bible on Sunday, and
say to me, ‘Henry, come sit down and hear me read
the Bible’; but I would laugh, and tell her I could
read better without the book than she could with it,
and go out and look after my horse, or do anything
on Sundays. I have been a bad fellow; when I
was in England I gave all my attention to reading
my Bible, and became a great Methodist, and went
to all the Methodist meetings, and would pray and
exhort amongst them, and finally became a preacher
and preached in Brighton, Northampton, Southampton,
and in London; and great numbers
came to hear me. I was sometimes astonished to
see how many followed to hear me preach the
Scriptures, when I knew they were deceived. But
I did not follow preaching long in London.” He
went on to state his reasons for giving up preaching,
or rather the reasons that prevented his continuing
to preach. He had given himself up to the company
of lewd women, and had contracted the disease
common to such associations.</p>
<p>A course like this could not remain long concealed,
and the issue was that he was prevented from
preaching, and was eventually obliged to leave
England, and come to this country. He went on to
say—“I have been a bad young man. I am young
now, only twenty-three years of age—not twenty-four
yet”; and did not know but he would preach
again; he could easily find converts; many would
like to hear him preach. When he was a preacher
he was spiritually minded, and all was peace and
heaven to him; but ever since all was trouble,
and misery to him. He never intended to leave
this place; he was contented and willing to stay
here until he died; he was better off here than
anywhere else, and never wished to go into the
world again unless he was a preacher.</p>
<p>After hearing him talk in this manner for some
time, I left him till the next day at noon, when I
went to the gaol again, and gave him a good dinner,
and read his pardon to him. When he saw the
paper, he said, “That looks like the paper which I
dreamed I saw, with two angels and a ship on it,
with something that looked like snakes.” When I
read his pardon he paid not the least attention to
the nature of it, but asked questions as foreign to
the nature of the subject as possible; only he said
he wished I would give him that paper; he dreamed
it was coming. I told him as soon as I would get
him some clothes made, I would give him the paper;
and that I would help him away with his show in a
box, and that he might not be driven to the necessity
of stealing; and in the evening I went with a tailor
to take his measure for a coat.</p>
<p>When he saw the tailor with his measure, he said,
“I wish you would give me that ribbon in your
hand.” “It is no ribbon,” said the tailor, “but a
measure to measure you for a new coat; come stand
up.” “What!” said he, “do you think you are
tailor enough to make me a coat!” “Yes.” “But
you do not look like it; let me look at your hands
and fingers,” and upon seeing them, he added,
“you are no tailor, you look more like blacksmith,
you shall never make a coat for me,” and would not
be measured, but he said he would make it better
himself, and wished I would give him a candle to
work by, and he would make himself a waistcoat.</p>
<p>He said I need not be afraid of his doing any
harm with the candle, he would put it in the middle
of the floor, and take care that his straw and chips
did not take fire and burn up his family, which he
could not live without, as he could not labor for his
living. Besides, he said, if he were so disposed, he
could burn up the house without a candle; for, said
he, I can make fire in one hour at any time. “When
I was a boy,” continued he, “every one took notice
of me as a very forward boy, and I obtained a
license for shooting when I was but fifteen. One
day when shooting I killed a rabbit on a farmer’s
land where I had no right. The old farmer came
after me, and I told him if he would come near me
I would knock him down, but he caught me, and
tied me fast to a large stack of faggots, and sent for
a constable. While he was gone I made fire, and
burned up the whole stack, and got off clear; but
the old farmer never knew how the faggots took fire.
You do not use faggots in this country—they are
little sticks tied up in bundles, and sold to boil the
tea-kettle with; and if I would give him a candle,
he would make a fire to light it. Accordingly I
provided materials for his clothes, and a lighted
candle to work by. He continued to sew by the
light of the candle but a short time and put it away
from him, and said he could see better without it;
he completed his waistcoat in the neatest manner,
and occasionally attended to the improvement of
his family.”</p>
<p>August 29th, at evening, many persons came to
see his performance, as was usual, and when they
were all gone out, he told me that he had carved a
new figure of Bonaparte; that the first he had made
after his own image and likeness, for he was the
man after his own heart, but he had fallen. God,
he said, made man out of the dust of the earth, but
he had made man out of the wood of the earth.</p>
<p>He had now been in my custody more than a
year, and almost every day developed some new
feature of his character, or produced some fresh
effort of his genius. I had had much trouble with
him, and my patience often severely tried; but now
I viewed him rather as an object of commiseration,
and I could not think of turning him out of the
gaol naked, destitute and friendless. In such a
situation he must starve or steal, so that his pardon
and release must become rather a curse than a
blessing. I represented these things as feelingly as
I could to him, gave him a box to put his family in,
and told him he must be ready to leave the Province
on Tuesday morning, and I would procure him a
passage either to Nova Scotia or the United States.
To all this he gave no attention, but asked some
frivolous questions about Mohawks and snakes, and
acted the fool, so that I began to conclude that I
would now have much more trouble to get him out
of gaol than I formerly had to keep him in it.</p>
<p>The next day Judge Pickett and Judge Micheau
attended at the court house, to take the recognizances
required of him to appear and plead his
pardon when called upon to do so. After divesting
him of his irons, and furnishing him with decent
clothing, it was with much difficulty I could
prevail on him to leave the gaol. However, he
finally took one of his family in one hand, and a
pair of scissors in the other, and with much effort
we got him up into one of the jury rooms, when
Judge Micheau read his pardon to him, and
explained all the circumstances which united to
produce it, to which, as usual, he gave no attention,
but looked about the room and talked of something
else.</p>
<p>Judge Pickett required his recognizance, and
informed him that if he did not leave the Province
immediately he would be taken and tried on two
indictments in the county of York. He took no
notice of what was said, but talked and danced
about the room, told the judge he looked like a
tailor, and asked him to give him his shoe string.
His pardon, lying on the table, he caught hold of,
and before it could be recovered from him, he
clipped off the seal with the scissors; he said he
wanted the ship that was on it to carry him away
with his family. He tore the collar off his coat, and
cut it in pieces with the scissors. Finding that
nothing else could be done with him, I returned
him again into prison, when he said to us that for
our using him so kindly, he would, for one shilling,
show us all his performance with his family. Upon
which Judge Micheau gave him half a dollar, and
told him to return a quarter dollar change, and
then he would have more than a shilling. He
took it, and said it was a nice piece of money, and
put it in his pocket, but the judge could not make
him understand the meaning of change.</p>
<p>He then performed the exhibition in fine style,
but when we were leaving him he seemed out of
humor with Judge Pickett, and told him that he
had thrown stones at him, that he would burn his
house, and that this place would be in flames before
morning. He could make a fire in half an hour,
and wanted a fire, and would have a fire, and I
should see that he could make fire. Upon which
we left him, without apprehending anything from
his threats more than usual.</p>
<p>But the next day, the 29th, when entering the
gaol for the purpose of preparing for his removal,
I perceived that there was much smoke in the hall,
which I supposed had come from the gaoler’s room,
but he said that no smoke had been caused that
morning, but that it proceeded from the prison door.
I immediately opened the door, and found Smith
sitting quite unconcerned before a fire which he
had made with the chips of his carved work, and
other materials. He observed to me that fire was
very comfortable, that he had not seen any before
for a long time, that he had made the fire with his
own hands, and that he could make it again in ten
minutes; that he could not do without one. I
immediately extinguished the fire, and shut him up
in the suffocating smoke, which did not seem to
give him the least inconvenience. The account of
his having made the fire excited the neighbors,
who came in to see the feat. I ordered him to put
his family into his box immediately; he took no
notice of my orders. I hastily took down one of
them, and laid it in his box, at which he seemed
pleased, and said he would put them all in that
box, and began to take them down very actively,
observing that he did not want assistance from any
one, but leave him with the light and he would
have them all ready in half an hour.</p>
<p class='c008'>We left him with the candle, and returning in
about an hour, found him walking the floor, and
every thing he had packed up in the box very
neatly. It was remarkable to see with what skill
and ingenuity he had packed them up. I gave
him a pair of new shoes and with the box on his
shoulders, he marched off to the boat that I had
prepared for his conveyance, and with three men in
the boat we set out with him for the city of
Saint John. On the way he told the gaoler, if he
would give him but one dollar he would teach him
the way to make fire on any occasion. Receiving
no reply from the gaoler, he commenced preaching,
praying, and singing hymns, and sometimes acting
as if crazy, during the passage down. We made
no stop by the way, and reached Saint John about
8 o’clock in the evening.</p>
<p>On his perceiving the moon as she made her
appearance between two clouds, he observed that
here was a relation of his that he was glad to see;
that he had not seen one of his name for a long
time. On our arrival at the prison in Saint John,
he said he must have a hot supper with tea, and
then wished to be locked up in a strong room,
where he might have all his family out to take the
air to-night, else they would all die in that box
before morning. However, we found all the rooms
in the prison occupied, or undergoing repairs, so
that there was no place to confine him. I directed
the gaoler to provide him with his supper, while I
would call upon the sheriff to know what would be
done with him for the night, and how he would be
disposed of in the morning. I understood from
the sheriff that there was no vessel to sail for the
States for some days, and therefore made up my
mind that I should send him to Nova Scotia. When
I returned to the gaol I found Smith at his supper;
when he had finished his tea, he looked into his
cup and remarked that he must not disturb his
family to-night; that he there saw the vessel, then
lying at the wharf, that would carry him to his
wife—and there would be crying. While in confinement,
the following letter was received from
his wife:</p>
<p class='c013'><span class='sc'>Dear Husband</span>—I received your letter of the
22nd Oct., 1815. You say you have sent several
letters—if you have, I have never received them.
You wish me to come and see you, which I would
have done, if I had got the letter in time; but I
did not know whether you were in Kingston or not.
My dear, do not think hard of me that I do not
come to see you—if you write back to me I shall
come immediately. My dear, as soon as you receive
this letter send me an answer, that I may know
what to do; so no more at present, but that I remain
your loving and affectionate wife.</p>
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<p>The gaoler, by direction of the sheriff, cleared
out a small room above stairs, with an iron-grated
window where we confined him, with his family,
for the night. On the next morning, the 30th of
August, finding that there was no vessel bound for
the States, I determined to send him to Nova Scotia;
and happening to meet with my friend, Mr. Daniel
Scovil, he informed me that he had a vessel then
lying at the wharf, which would sail for Windsor,
Nova Scotia, in half an hour. I accordingly
prevailed on him to take Smith on board, which was
done without loss of time, and at high water the
vessel hauled off from the wharf, to my great
satisfaction and relief.</p>
<p>While the vessel was getting under weigh, Smith
was in the cabin alone, and seeing a great number
of chain traces lying on the cabin floor, he took them
up and threw them all out of the cabin window!
“Because,” said he, “they would get about my
neck again.” During the passage he appeared very
active; he played on his fife and was quite an
agreeable passenger. But on the vessel’s arrival at
Windsor, he left her immediately without any
ceremony; and notwithstanding the very strong
regard which he had always possessed for his
family as he called them, he left them also, and
everything else that he had brought with him. He
was seen only a very short time in Windsor before
he entirely disappeared, and never was known to be
there afterwards, but was seen at some distance
from Windsor, in several other places, and
recognized by many, but always carefully evaded
being spoken to.</p>
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