Last Sunday Henry Bowen went to the home of William Hollis in Poplar Point and took from his stable his mule and buggy. He then went to the house and got Hollis’ gun, all without the knowledge of Hollis, and proceeded to set out on a wild reckless drive around the countryside.
After several hours of hard driving, he shot the mule, two loads of buckshot entering the mule’s hops and slanting forward. At last reports, the mule was not dead but was thought to be ruined if he recovered. Bowen immediately took to the bushes and has not yet been captured.
It is just a little puzzling to the human mind to know how degraded and low a fellow can become, and if Bowen is captured, doubtless the force of the law will be felt by him.
From the front page of the Enterprise, Williamston, N.C., Aug. 26, 1921
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