It was none other than the crazy pauper, Tom Bifield, who personated General Andrew Jackson in the poor-house.

He had caught some inkling of the trial, and had escaped in Bill Jones's absence.

His red plume was flying, and in his tattered and filthy garb he was indeed a picturesque figure.
"Squar," said he, elbowing his way through the crowd, "I kin tell you sornethin'.

I'm Gineral Andrew Jackson.

Lost my head at Bueny Visty.
This head growed on.