Standard Dr. Guy
From about 1870 to about 1879, a robber known only as Black Bart committed 27 successive, successful highway thefts, and doing so wrote an incredible little history. Each robbery was done in a different way; different locations were chosen, although more than one driver, more than one guard, and even more than one passenger had occasion to face the polite hooded figure a second time. Most interesting, to lawmen and newsmen especially, were some notes Bart left behind,
"Here I lay me down to sleep,
To wait the coming morrow.
Perhaps success, perhaps defeat,
And everlastin 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."
Each poem was signed, "Black Bart, the Po8”.
Between robberies, posters went up, with reward-money being increased on the occasion of each fresh outrage to established law and banking. The sylvan aspect of the northern California country was shattered at times by the sounds of galloping posses as they raised clouds of dust and crashed through timber and brush.