It is familiar to every person in every county along the Kentucky River, while his face is not unknown to most of the public men.

He makes his appearance once or twice a year when least expected, and departs as suddenly and unexpectedly as he comes. When he has gone, those with whom he stopped and conversed are more or less objects of suspicion.

His person and figure are as remarkable as his character is suspicious, tall, bony, sinewy, blear-eyed, and armed to the teeth, but his arms he attempts to conceal, as he does his purposes.

This man's name is Dow Crockett [Lorenzo Dow Crockett].

I do not think he was ever arrested, or even charged with crime, yet ever under suspicion.

Before the war every counterfeit dollar found in circulation in West Tennessee was attributed to him, and since the war he is supposed to have something to do with the counterfeit fractional currency and other moneys in circulation, but why or wherefore no one can tell.

He stopped with Watkins in Benton County once, and subsequently Watkins was sent to the penitentiary for passing counterfeit money.

He visited Tom Drury [Thomas J. Drury], Madame Rumor said, and Drury and his son [Robert Drury] served a short term in the State prison.

He was known to be at Street's house once or twice, and Street served five or six years for counterfeiting.

Last August he hired a horse from the livery stable in McKenzie to ride to old man Brawner's, in the Twelfth district in Weakley county.

He stopped at Everett's, near Brawner's and borrowed an umbrella and inquired the direction to Brawner's. An hour later he returned.

The next day Brawner's [William Brawner] son, had business in Missouri, and since that time he has been traveling back and forth.

A. W. Brawner [Aaron W Brawner], the young man referred to, was arrested by Detective Adams, at Scates Mill, in Weakley County, last week upon the charge of counterfeiting.

He had several hundred dollars of counterfeit tens at the time of his arrest.

They got him as far as this place Friday night, when, by the carelessness of his guards, he made his escape.

After thirty years of suspicion, thirty years' watching, thirty years pursuing, I learn from Adams that Dow Crockett is also arrested, and lodged safely in the St. Louis prison.

His career has been more romantic than that of any alleged criminal that we have an account of in this country.

So nicely has he covered up his tracks, if guilty, that no indictments have been found against him and if he is the commercial traveler of a gang of counterfeiters, as alleged, not one of his victims or accomplices have ever implicated him unless it is the present case.