Samuel Luman was one of the best-equipped stage drivers on the Old Pike. His experience covers many of the most exciting and interesting events in the roads history. He commenced his career as a stage driver in 1832. He tells of a collision with highwaymen in the mountains, which was attended by thrilling details.
The following account was told in Thomas B. Searights book, The Old Pike, written in 1894.
On the 12th of August 1834, Mr. Luman was on the road between Piney Grove and Frostburg, with a mail and passenger coach going east. After nightfall, and at a point studded by a thick growth of pine trees, he was confronted by a party of footpads, five in number, and strange to relate, one a woman, bent on felony.
The outlook was alarming.Luman carried no firearms, and there was but one weapon among his passengers, a small, brass pistol, not brought into requisition, as the sequel shows.
The assailants had thrown across the road an obstruction like a rude fence, made of logs, stumps and brush. As Lumens trusty leaders approached the obstruction, one of the highwaymen stepped out from his cover and seized a bridle, and the coach was stopped. The assailant ordered Luman to descend from his seat and surrender his charge. This he very politely, but very decidedly, declined to do.
What do you want? queried Luman, with seeming innocence. We are traders, was the response.
Well rejoined Luman, coolly, I have nothing to trade; I am satisfied with my trappings, and not desirous of exchanging them.
During this little parley the would-be robber, who held a leader by the bridle, cried out to a partner in crime, who was near at hand, though under cover of darkness, to shoot the driver, and denounced him as a coward for not firing. The party thus addressed then leveled a pistol at Luman and pulled the trigger, but the result was nothing more than a snap, the night air being damp and the powder failing to explode. These favorable surroundings, no doubt, saved Lumans life.
The Footpads at the heads of the leaders (horses) had, in the confusion and excitement of the moment, had turned the horses squarely around, so that the leaders faced west, while the wheel horses stood to the east. In this conjuncture the party in charge of the leaders undertook to unhitch them, and to guard against the movements of Luman, wrapped a driving rein tightly around one of his arms. This was Lumans opportunity, and summoning all his resources, he poured a volley of stinging lashes upon his antagonist, smiting him on the face and arm, alternately, and most vigorously. The bandit winced, and soon relinquished his grasp, when, almost in the twinkling of an eye, the team under Lumans skillful hands started up on a full run, leaping the improvised fence, and speeding on, leaving the footpads behind to lament their discomfiture.
Mr. Luman relates that in crossing the improvised fence, he fairly trembled for the fate of himself and passengers, as the coach was within an ace of capsizing. He also states that the ruffian who seized his leader wore a gown that covered his whole person, tied around the middle of his body with a belt, and that another of his assailants wore a white vest, dark pantaloons, and covered his face with a black mask. The other three kept in the background during the attack, so that he is unable to recall their appearance.
Mr. Luman further relates that when the first assault was made on him, he apprized his passengers of the impending danger and besought their assistance, but they crouched in their seats and made no effort to aid him or defend themselves. They were western merchants going east to buy goods, and had among them as much as sixty thousand dollars in cash.
When the coach arrived safety at the Highland House, Frostburg, George Evans at that time the proprietor thereof, the grateful passengers took up a collection for the benefit of their courageous and faithful driver and deliverer, but Luman say the sum proffered was so ludicrously small that he declined to receive it, and ever thereafter regarded that lot of passengers as a mean set.
Taken from: Heritage Weekly
of Frostburg Maryland dated March 14th, 1977
Submitted by: Lawson L. Buddy Duckworth (firstname.lastname@example.org)