April 16, 2006
Justice in the Black Swamp
As recalled by Moritz Busch, 1851
In Napoleon, after a long search in the pitch-black night, we found comfortable lodging in an inn kept by a certain Alex Craig. “Judge Craig” was the owner of one of the more pretentious houses of the town. He was a tailor by trade, but he was elected sheriff of the county for a couple of terms, and served as associate judge, from which service he received his title. In the morning we attended a court scene in which our good judge became so absorbed in the peeling of an apple that, at the conclusion of their philippics, he had to ask the lawyers (by whom oratorical fire and tobacco juice were spit forth alternately) what they had actually said.
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