a distance of about twenty-five feet. One of his ankles was badly wrenched, and his spine was so seriously injured by the fall that he was unable to walk. He crawled on his hands and knees to the home of Simon Daly, a few paces from the jail, and took refuge in a dark cellar under the house, where he says he remained without food or water until Sunday night, when the family all happened to be away for a while, and he crawled around into the house and helped himself to the contents of the cupboard. He then went to a negro's house near by and called for something to eat.