The Blount County News and Dispatch, 16 Oct 1890 Capture and Death of "Rube" Burrows. Last the daily newspapers were filled with lengthy accounts of the capture and subsequent death of this notorious highwayman. It appears that he was making this way back to Lamar county, his old haunt, and in passing through Marengo county he was "spotted" by Deputy Sheriff Carter, John McDuffie, a farmer, and two colored men. On the afternoon of the 6th, at Myrthwood it was raining and Burrows sought shelter in a cabin. The negroes followed him in and engaged in conversation with him. The outlaw suspected nothing and had placed his rifle in a corner. At an opportune time the negroes seized and held him until Carter and McDuffie came on the scene, when he was bound hands and feet, placed on horseback, and taken to Linden, the county seat of Marengo county. When captured one pistol was taken from him, the other he said he had sold. His money was taken in charge by the Deputy Sheriff, who left McDuffie and one of the negroes in charge of the prisoner and proceeded to the hotel to get some sleep; the leather satchel of the prisoner had been taken possession of but had never been examined. Before day on the morning of the 7th, Burrows said he was hungry. McDuffie told him he could get nothing at that time as everybody was asleep. Burrows said that he had crackers in his satchel and asked the guard to hand it to him. It was turned over to him without hesitation, he thrust his hands in it, and in a moment he had both guards covered by a brace of pistols, and commanded them to untie his hands and feet. They did so without any parley. He then asked for Carter and his money; he was told that he had gone to his room. He locked McDuffie up and forced the colored man to lad the way to Carter's room. When they got there the Deputy had not yet retired. Burrows got the drop on him and demanded the return of his money. As he did so Carter reached for his pistol, and Burrows fired, wounding Carter serious on the shoulder. Carter fired as quickly as possible shooting Burrows thro' the body, who then turned and shot John Marshall, the colored man who helped to capture him, and whom he compelled to guide him to Carter's room. He then fled, with Carter in pursuit, but fell on the opposite side of the street, and expired in a few minutes. His cupidity cost him his life, for had he not sought out Carter to get his money he could have readily escaped in the darkness of the early morn. John McDuffie, one of the captors, is a wealthy farmer, residing near Bell's Landing, Monroe county, an Irish American, who pursued Burrows, not for the reward offered, but through sheer love of adventure. The rewards offered by the express companies, railroads and States amount to $7,500, as follows: Southern Express Company, $2,000; Mobile & Ohio Railroad, $2,000; United States Government, $1,000; Illinois Central Railroad, $1,000; The State of Mississippi, $500; St. Louis, Ark. & Texas Railroad, $500; The State of Alabama, $500. The remains of the outlaw passed thro' Birmingham on the morning of the 9th, and were in transit to the home of his father, near Sulligent, Lamar county. He was born in Lamar in 1860, emigrated to the Lone Star State in 1876. He was a widower, his wife having died two years ago, two children, a boy and a girl, are living with their grandfather in Lamar. We could fill a volume with his daring, devilish exploits, but this will suffice. He has paid the penalty of his many crimes. The world is a gainer by his hasty exit from it. The Blount County News and Dispatch, 12 Feb 1891 Rube Burrows Family. A man named Leverett, who has recently been in Birmingham with mules to sell from Texas, was a neighbor of Rube Burrow during that worthy's residence in Texas. He says Rube's widow and children live there now at the old place near Dublin. Leverett thinks the first train robbery Rube ever committed was on the Texas & Pacific, near Gordon. He and another fellow drove across the country some thirty miles one night in a hack or light wagon, and the next day the robbery was reported. Rube was a poor man, and a rather trifling one. Leverett had once helped him thresh his wheat and knew. Shortly after the robbery Rube and the other fellow with whom he had driven on that night had money to chunk at the jay birds. There never was any proof obtained to warrant their arrest, and Rube's supposed accomplice in his first venture still lives in that same neighborhood.