A. P. W. 
[ALEXANDER PERRY WHITE] 
Jan. 9th, 1932

I was with old Frisby when they tried to arrest the Harrels. They done a thing a thing when we arrested them Harrels. We shot three fellows. One was Jerry Scott and he got shot through the right lung. Scott was a big fat fellow and Frisby was making fun of that fact. I told Frisby that because he was shot he had no right to make fun of him. We put Scott in a wagon and hauled him 18 miles to a doctor.

We got up to the house and a fellow shot thru door and shot John Green right near the navel. Somebody asked him, "John, how do you feel?" And he replied ... ... I feel with my fingers like I always did. This remark made his questioner mad and he said, "It will be that way for a ... of a long time before you get well."

After that there was a lot of lies told. Merrit Harrel was shot in the thigh. One day he told me, "Perry, you ought to have this bullet taken out. You are the man that put it in there.’ I told him "... ... you were shot with a Winchester wasn’t you. I had an old Spencer Rifle that day. I helped hunt them Harrels down there about two months and every time we started to hunt them, they would get the word before we left town.

I always thought that Bill Babb’s outfit had that killing done, but Cad says that it was the Hamilton Mob that murdered them over in jail at Meridian. I don’t think they ever were guilty of killing a Vaughn. I talked to old Sam Harrel after the boys were killed. I was working in the west and he came out and said he wanted to talk tome. He was one the dodge then. He told me, "Perry, we had no more to do with the killing than you did.

A. P. W. 
[Alexander Perry White] 
1/26/1932

I wouldn’t eat at Bill Moore’s if I was starving to death. He served a good 35 cent meal before his wife went down there. I went if after that and got a meal and the price was 50 cents. He said, "Well, Uncle Perry, did you get enough," and I said "Yes.... ... ... ...?

The boys are building a lot to brand the calves. I may put ... ... ... .. ...

When I got my pension, I had to have a couple of witnesses. The first one signed up alright, but Old Andy Mather wrote me that he had had a letter from a little lawyer, named Arthur Eidson and that he did not have any confidence in lawyers, and that if I was the Perry White he knew in the Ranger Service, to come down and see him. And we would talk it over. I went down to Liberty Hill to see him and had just time enough to get him to sign and get back to the train going to Lampasas. I went out to see him and told him what I wanted. He said, "Yes, I know what you want, but I am not going to sign that thing and let you catch that train. You have got to stay all day and all night and we will talk ... ...

When I was discharged out of the Ranger Services, I got my first and only counterfeit bill, and the only one I ever saw. I either got it at the bank or the office of the state treasurer. I don’t know which. I did not know it was a counterfeit and tried to pass it on a Jew. Capt. Malty was in the store at the time and he went to the bank with me. The Cashier said that if I would swear I got the bill at the bank, he would make it good. But I told him, "... I don’t know whether I got it at the bank or the office of the Treasurer. Anyhow I got left with a ... counterfeit bill. We got up to Liberty Hill, and I said, "Right here is where I am get rid of my ‘benefit bill.’" There was one sale on and I called the boys up and treated them and shoved the $20.00 bill to the bar tender and that was the last I saw of it. They paid me off in shin plaster. I had a roll as big as my arm and didn’t have anything either, but it wasn’t but 2 or 3 days until 2 or 3 boys had it all and I was one that didn’t have any of it.

One time while in the Ranger Camp, a man brought a barrel of whiskey to sell into, that is near the camp and for 50 cents he would sell you a quart. We all bought it for a while and then got drunk and got to shooting at the whiskey barrel. Well that ... feller didn’t leave there with any whiskey.

A merchant, John F. Gilbert, sent out a couple of barrels of apples by Capt. Malty to sell us at 75 cents a dozen. When it came time to sell the apples, Capt. Malty smashed the head of one barrel and the axe went to the bottom. The other barrel was empty too.

Old Henry would steal anything he could get his hands on whether he could use it or not. He did one thing that we were all glad of. We would get brown sugar by the barrel and we would draw it and make molasses. They sent us a barrel of black strap molasses and when the boys wanted molasses they would take a tin cup and draw it, but they never did want molasses. Henry and another fellow was on guard and they found a dead horse and cut off one of his feet that had a horse shoe on it yet and came down and turned the faucet of the barrel on and tramped around with that old horses foot and the Captain thought some body’s horse did it. Anyhow we did not get any more molasses.