The Virginia Gazette

Last Week the Ipswich Stage Coach, on its Return Home, was robb'd of a very considerable Booty, with the following merry Circumstance attending it. The Highway-man, neatly mounted, fell in with the Coach beyond Colchester, and rode along with them many Miles, familiarly talking with the Coachman and a Friend he had on the Box with him, who would frequently take the Whip and drive, and whip the Highway-man's Rosinante, bidding him, by the Nickname of Mr. Turpin, ride faster, or we'll all run over you; he bore all this with a seeming good Patience, 'til proper Opportunity presented, and two of his Companions appeared near at hand, when he faced about, drew a Pistol, order'd the Coachman to stop, and rifled the Passengers of a large Sum of Money: After this, in Return to the Coachman's Friend's Kindness in licking his Horse, he order'd him to descend off the Box, and get into the middle of an adjoining Field, and on Pain of Death, not to stir from thence for Half an Hour. He then took his Leave of the Company, and wish'd them a good Journey.