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<p>My Dear Connelly.

Yours of yesterday at hand. Glad to hear from you but am sorry to inform you

that I will start on the campaign next Monday, but, but you will call at my

house you can see all the papers I have relating to this matter. Mrs. Gregg

will accompany me in the country.

Your friend as ever.

W.H. Gregg <P>

1. A Little Dab of History Without Embellishment.

History after history has been written of Quantrill and his men, none of which

can be characterized as true and that which is not true is not history. About

the 25th day of December, 1861, James A. Hendricks, John W. Koger and myself,

joined Quantrill's command then consisting all told of eight men, we three

swelling his force to eleven. We found Quartile at Mrs. Samuel Crumps place on

Independence and Blue Springs Road and this was the nucleus to the

greatest guerrilla that the world ever produced. Quantrill was at that time about

twenty-four years of age, Blue Gray eyes, red beard and hair so light that many

of the boys denominated him “tow head”  but as the years rolled on,

his hair acquired a more sandy cast.

 Quantrill, (his story to the contrary notwithstanding) was born at Canal

Dover, Ohio, at least a woman said to be his mother says he was born there.

Quantrill told me this story. He said “ I was born and raised in

Hagerstown, Maryland, me and my older brother, with a wagon and team and a

Negro boy, started for Pike's Peak, arriving at Lawrence, we stopped to make

some purchases, leaving some time in the afternoon. Camped near the Kaw River

where we were attacked by Montgomery's jayhawkers, my brother killed, I wounded

and left for dead, the Negro, wagon and the team appropriated and after keeping

vigil for twenty-four hours amidst the hideous howlings of hundreds of coyotes

becoming most famished for water, I managed to quench my thirst, after which, I

espied a canoe at the opposite bank and soon after an Indian approached the

canoe to whom I hallooed, asking him to come over which he did, and after

hearing my story, buried my dead brother and took me to his cabin where he and

his wife nursed me to health. After which, heed myself to Lawrence and joined

Montgomery's band under the name of charley hart, I soon found I had the

confidence of Montgomery, his officers and men, I next obtained the names of all

the men who had taken part in the killing of my brother & c, I at once went

to get revenge for the wrongs heaped upon me and my brother. I managed to get

one at a time away from the command and never permitted one to get back alive

until, when the war came, only two were left.

The above story however was somewhat shaken, when a woman purporting to be

Quantrill's mother and a Mr. Scott, both from Canal Dover, Ohio, told me that

Quantrill had no older brother. Scott asserted that he and William Clark

Quartile were school boys together and bosom friends, and that he could not

account for Quantrill's taking the stand he did in the War, for, said Scott,

“ he was raised an Abolitionist. “  

Whether Quantrill's was deception thus far or not, rests with the truth or falsity

of the latter statement, One thing I do know however and that is, that he was a

soldier and not afraid to die, that he was equitable and just to friend and foe

up to a certain period in the war, a matter that I will treat of more fully,

hereafter.

 Quantrill and his men have been unjustly slandered by the people who,

even to this day, know nothing of them, except what they have read in

irresponsible books and newspapers. The time has come when their minds should

be disabused.

Quantrill's command was composed principally of men and boys from the very best

families of Missouri and now at this writing, many of them are honored citizens

of Missouri and other states many of whom have been honored with high political

positions, not in Missouri alone, but, other states also, and none of them have

ever defaulted, a record of which I am exceptionally proud.

You must not infer that I make this claim for all the men who chanced to be

with Quantrill. It would be a miracle if such was the case.

 It was the Kansan who hated and berated Quantrill and his men, more

jealously than any other people, but, admit that Quantrill and his men were the

very greatest demons and sprang from the very depths of degradation, they could

not have been any worse than the Kansan, so that, for the Kansan to berate them

I would liken to the “Pot” calling the “ Kettle” black.

Quantrill and his men had many ups and downs, they were often in the greatest

of peril, footsore, hungry and shot at from every quarter, hunted day in and

day out, staying in the enemies’ country where they were outnumbered two hundred

to five hundred to one and yet, none of them were known to murmur at their hard

lot.

Outside the Kansas City Star, the Kansan is our most bitter enemy, the great

fault in the people who write of us is, that they only tell one side of the

story just as though they had the right to murder, burn, rob and steal and

those whom they murdered, robbed and plundered had no right resist. Gen.

Sherman very truly said that was hell, and, meant to kill and that is what the

Kansan did when he came to Missouri and their killing was principally of old

men and boys, noncombatants. I will have more to say of the sainted Kansan in

another chapter.

Quantrill and his men is little more than stand the enemy off after I joined

the command until Springs, except the interception of marauders, during which

time we captured many of the enemy whom we universally paroled. Quartile and

his men vieghing with each other who should be the most magnanimous toward

prisoners, up to the 20th march 1862 when we received Maj. Gen. Hallack's order,

telling his officers and men to shoot or hang Quantrill or his men whenever

caught or found, at this date we had sixty men, twenty of whom had come to us

only the day before and when the order was read and explained, these recent

recruits left us. They were disgusted at the idea of being outlawed and the

hoisting of the black flag by the enemy. They did not stay away long however as

the federal troops began murdering by wholesale, old men and boys, and, were so

insulting to the women that they too, often hid out on their approach. Heaven

bless the women, they were friends in need and indeed. No braver than the

southern ladies of Missouri, we often owed our lives o them. So, to say again,

heaven bless them.

On the 22nd day of February 1862, it being Washington's Birthday, Quantrill

with fifteen men went to Independence not knowing the enemy was there. On their

arrival we were met by an Ohio cavalry regiment, and, of course there was a collision

and while we lost two men and the enemy held the town we had the better of the

fight, their losses being much greater than ours. Towards the close of the

engagement a sturdy brave Ohio cavalryman rode up beside me with drawn saber,

thinking that I was a comrade, he soon found his mistake however, and proceed

to belabor me with his saber, the only harm he did was to blacken my arm from

the elbow to the wrist.

Soon after this, or on the 22” of March, Quantrill, with twenty-one men, was

surrounded at what was known as the “Tate” house fourteen miles south

of Kansas City, when after fighting the enemy for an hour they fired the house.

When Quantrill and his men made a dash, drove the enemy back and escaped with

the loss of their horses and one man “Perry Hoy” captured, of whom, I

will speak more fully hereafter.

While it is a notorious fact that we were, as a rule, greatly outnumbered by

the enemy, they always gave way to our charge. From this date to about the

middle of April, it was a series of surprises for Quantrill and his men, in

each case losing our horses, which was a great drawback, however, we soon got

on to the enemies tactics, and never afterwards did we loss horses in any

considerable number, but, often beat the enemy out of theirs. After the first

of May of this year, recruiting officers flocked to Jackson and adjoining

counties among them was Col. Upton Hays, then whom was there no more brave or

dauntless spirit, falling in with Quantrill while on the move to Henry County.

Arriving on Walnut Creek in the N. W. corner of Henry, we camped at a vacant

farmhouse, threw out pickets and rested for the night. Soon after breakfast

next morning our pickets were driven in by a scout of ninety-six men, we having

exactly the same number, we fought and drove them away. One of their wounded

falling into our hands who (notwithstanding they had hoisted the black flag

against us) we tenderly carried to the house of a citizen.

Hays, having come up from the south for the purpose of recruiting a regiment,

was restless. July the 10' having come, he asked Quantrill for an escort to

Jackson. Quantrill gave him Todd with thirty men, reducing our force to

sixty-five men. Of course the fight in the morning had stirred up a hornets

nest, about 3 o'clock p.m. the enemy came after us three or four hundred

strong. When we very gracefully retired, leaving the field to the enemy, but,

encountering a severe rain storm, which soaked us to the hide, we soon left the

enemy in the distance, stopping to feed where Strausbury now stands, some 8

miles East of Pleasant Hill. But on approach of night resumed  our march,

passing half mile South of Pleasant Hill, garrisoned with several hundred

troops, we re-crossed Big Creek coming to a thickly wooded locality four or

five miles West of the town, we lay down and slept 'till morning when we moved

to the house of one Serraney, camping in the horse lot. the morning was bright

and lovely, the many wild birds were caroling in the woods. Our boys were

jubilant. Hicks George and Bob Houk was sent on our back rail as pickets,

Blankets, overcoats &c hanged upon the lot fence to dry about two hours

after our stop, firing at our pickets warned us of the approach of the enemy.

Blankets and clothing were snatched from the fence and our horse saddled and hitched.

 

In a deep gulch in the rear, men ordered to the front where they lye low,

concealed from the approaching enemy, with instruction not to fire until

ordered. It was only seconds after the pickets got in until here come at a …..

dead six men commanded by a Sergeant, at this time, I was midway the lot, the

only men the enemy could see, and of course drew their fire. The men lay in

silence behind the lot fence, Quantrill standing behind the gatepost with hand

on the latch owing to the fact that I was the only man the enemy could see, it

seemed to me an hour, for the bullets were whizzing thick and fast around me,

finally when the enemy were in forty to sixty feet, the order was given. The

men fired, the seven federals fell in a heap. The horses coming straight toward

the gate I yelled to Quantrill to open the gate, which he did. The horses

coming into the lot, on approaching the seven dead federals, we found seven six

round colt carbines, seven colt navies and seven bottles or canteens of

whiskey, all of which we appropriated. In a few moments, the main body of the

enemy came up, two hundred strong, formed one hundred yards away, where we

fought them for some moments, they being armed with guns of longer range than

ours. This fire was telling on us, we having one man killed (John Hampton) and

two wounded, Geo. Maddox and Wm. Tucker). Tucker being able to travel we sent

him away in charge of his Bro. When this damaged had been done   we

climbed the fence and charged then on foot, driving them away. They retired to

a farmhouse on the prairie in plain view of us, where we could see the surgeons

dressing wounds. Throwing a picket out to watch this force, we sat about the

remove our dead and wounded. The farmer having no horse wagon, we found a yoke

of cattle which we hitched to the wagon, placing rails on the wagon with two

feather beds on the rails, we put the dead Hampton on the bed and the wounded

man, Maddox who was shot through the lungs, beside him. All this time a cloud

was gathering, the enemy already two hundred strong, had been reinforced, the

reinforcements being concealed from us. When we were ready to move, the enemy

in sight began to move on us and at this juncture a very laughable incident

occurred. Dave Pool with another man were placed in a pasture to watch the

enemy, in which there was a large jack, and, about the time the enemy moved on

our picket also. And made a dash for them at a dead run, with his tail in the

hoisted straight in the air, his immense ears laid back, braying at every jump.

Pool said afterwards that he was in double fear, and did not know by which he

would be run down, the federals or the jack.

We had not gone more than three-eights of a mile until the enemy were on us,

forcing us to give up our dead and wounded and forcing us to dismount and here

was enacted the greatest, most unequal battle scene that I were to witness, the

enemy being 450 strong, our force 61 rank and file.

We were surrounded in less than a moment. We received a galling fire from all

sides. The nature of the ground chosen by us was such that the enemy were

forced to relinquish their hold on the east and west. We never divided our men,

fought a side at a time making great havoc in the federal ranks, the troops we

were fighting were well trained, brave soldiers, but unfortunately for them,

they were loaded up with whiskey and continually rushed upon us, the very thing

we wanted them to do, for our men were armed with pistols and shotguns and

could do but little execution at long range.

After the fight had continued for two hours without the loss of a man killed,

and only one wounded that being Quantrill, himself. Many of the men became

short of ammunition and on enquiry it war found that Pool, in his flight from

the Jack and the enemy, had lost our extra supply. Quantrill then ordered the

men to mount and get out, but before they could retire, they had to bet the

enemy back with rocks, which were plentiful about the ground over which we

fought. After all the men that could get their horses were mounted, Erga Moore

was shot from his horse and killed, the first man to fall in the fight. Jerre

Doors, in trying to get his horse, was shot through the knee and died from the.

Our wounded all fell into the hands of the enemy, the only time our……….

wounded were treated with anything like courtesy by the Federal government.

They also captured one man who was unhurt and exchanged him, the only one of

our men ever exchanged by the Federal government. For a month after his

wonderful fight, there was a lull. Quantrill hid away nursing his wound, which

was only partially healed when we fought at Independence on the 11”  day of

august 1862, in which Quantrill with twenty five men, took an active part, and

in my judgment, the fight would have been lost, for Quantrill and his men we

guided the little army to the town, cut Buell off from his men and closed the

battle by forcing the surrender of Buell and his body guard who were barricaded

in the McCoy bank building. Quantrill lost one man killed in this battle, Kit

Chiles. The little army that captured Independence were composed principally of

Col Upton Hayes' regiment but few of whom had been in battle. Col J. T. Hughes

with about 75 men and Quantrill with 25 men were the only veterans in the

fight, but, they all stood the test just the same. Two or three days after the

taking of Independence, Quantrill and his men were sworn into the confederate

service and reorganized by electing Quantrill Capt, Wm. Hulse, first lieut,

Geo. Todd second lieut and Wm. H Gregg third Lieut, with one hundred and fifty

men. The next day after we were sworn in, Quantrill with ninety men repaired to

Independence to secure commissaries captured and left there leaving Lieut's

Hallar and Gregg with sixty men. Six miles west from Lone Jack with orders not

to move unless we should be driven away, without orders from him, Cockrell

having come from the South and joined forces with Hayes, were encamped near

Lone jack, Maj. foster, a brave and energetic federal officer, with eight

hundred men, came to Lone jack is search of these confederate forces. About

eight o'clock on the morning of the 16”  August, a courier from Col. Hayes

arrived at our camp with a dispatch asking us to come to their assistance.

Hallar refused to go until a second courier came, when he was persuaded by

Gregg to go. Although it was a disobedience of orders and the distance was

covered in short order, we were too late to take part in the fight, though we

captured about one hundred and fifty prisoners. It was here that Cole Younger

displayed the greatest magnanimity in that he saved the life of Maj. foster and

his brother, and also saved them some seven or eight hundred dollars in money.

The time has come that I must speak of Perry Hoy again and tell of scenes that

were repugnant to me.</p>

 

<p>At the battle of Lone jack a Lieut. Copeland was captured, a

man who was very obnoxious to the Southern soldier and citizen, a man who had

in cold blood, murdered numerous old men, among them, two of the Longacres of

Johnson county, when col. Up Hayes was ready to leave for the south, he turned

Lieut Copeland over to Quantrill. We had established a camp some four miles

Northeast of the, now, town of Lee's Summit. Late one evening, Chas Cowherd and

Wm Howard came to our camp bringing with them a copy of the then Missouri

Republican, in which was published an account of the shooting of Perry Hoy, our

man captured at the Tate House 22" march.</p>

 

<p>Quantrill was sitting at a table reading the paper and I was

sitting by waiting to see the paper when, suddenly, I saw a change in

Quantrill's countenance and the paper fell from his hand without saying a word

he drew a blank book from his pocket, penned a note on a leaf, folded and

handed it to me, saying, "give this to Blunt," then he told me that Hoy had

been shot. Eager to see the purpose of the note, I opened and read' "take Lieut

Copeland out and shoot him, go to Woodsmall's camp, get twp prisoners and shoot

them."</p>

 

<p>On the return of Blount, the men were ordered to saddle up

and, on inquiry found that we were going to Kansas to kill ten men in revenge

for poor Hoy. Let's have the full sequel to this killing. Hoy was captured on

the night of the 22" of March at the Tate House. Soon after the capture of Hoy,

we captured a first Lieut of a Kansas cavalry regiment, whom we held to

exchange for Hoy. Quantrill wrote the commanding officer at Ft. Leavenworth

asking that the exchange be made, but got no answer. He then sent the Lieut to

Leavenworth to effect an exchange. On the return of the Lieut, he told

Quantrill that they refused to make the exchange, and asked Quantrill what he

was going to do with him.</p>

 

<p>Quantrill told him to go home, the Lieut remarked that he

would go home and sty there, that he would not fight for a government that

would not exchange a private for him, a Lieut.</p>

 

<p>After the shooting of the prisoners north of Lee's Summit,

we marched in the neighborhood of red Bridge, near the Kansas line, remaining

there until the next evening, when we marched on Olathe. However, we had killed

ten men before we reached Olathe, but we had started to take Olathe and Olathe

we must have, arriving near the place Quantrill ordered Lieut Gregg to advance

with sixty men, place a cordon around the town that no one might escape. While

Quantrill with the remainder of the command marched to the center of town on

the arrival of Quantrill at the Court Square he found 125 soldier drawn up on

the sidewalk South of the square, so that a plan was adopted to capture these

men without bloodshed. The men were ordered to hitch there horses to the court

yard fence, close together and when hitched to step to the rear of their

horses, standing in line. This completed they drew their revolvers and ordered

the federals to surrender which they did without firing a shot, however, one

man refused to give p his gun and was shot &  killed so that they had killed

fourteen men for Hoy. We remained in Olathe until morning when we marched our

prisoners out on the prairie about two miles from town, swore them out of the

service and, turned them loose, notwithstanding Maj. Gen. Halleck's order to

shoot or hang Quantrill and his men whenever caught or found. About two weeks

after the capture of Olathe, colonel Burris with his Kansas regiment, came upon

us near Columbus, Johnson County Missouri, but his force being so much greater

than ours, we retreated to Lafayette county, avoiding a collision, while

encamped at the farm of our Harvey Gleaues, some of our pickets 32. Were chased

in and came near being captured. At first we thought it was Burris command

following us up, but soon found they were militia from Lexington. We gave

pursuit overhauling them at Wellington, driving them from the town. They made

no halt, driving and scattering the enemy in every direction, killing many of

them, we having one man, (Lieut. Ferd Scott) wounded in the side, as usual,

they could not stand our onslaught.</p>

 

<p>After the fight was over, we marched west to Mecklin where

we stopped for supper, finding that Burris was still 33. In pursuit, we moved

our camp three miles north, where we rested 'til morning. About daybreak next

morning moved to Bone Hill where we got breakfast, but, we had barely finished

when our pickets wee driven in by Burris, this time Col. Burris pressed us more

vigorously but did not bring us to a stand until about four o'clock P.M. on the

high prairie north from Pleasant hill, where we lost one man, young Simmons

from Westport. We never knew if we did the enemy any damage on reaching the

timber we scattered our men in order to avoid pursuit, which we did very

effectually. 34. After a rest of four or five days the boys were together

again, fresh and ready for the fray, and the "fray" was soon upon us. Camped in

the river bottom one mile below Sibley, one hundred and fifty of Quantrill's

cutthroats drove our pickets in who were stationed in town. Although our force

was only one hundred strong, we decided to give them battle, and, believing thy

would go south to he Lexington and Independence road, we at once, repaired to

that road. Arriving at the farm house of Mrs. Garrison and the road leading

north to Sibley, we halted for a short consultation when Col. Dick Chiles who

had that day fallen in with us, asked to be given 35. Command of the advance,

to which Quantrill said ”No, I do not know you, I do not know if you would

carry out my instructions. Here are my Lieut Gregg and Todd, I know that either

of them will do just as I tell them," the Lieut speaking up said "let him have

it." </p>

 

<p>So Quantrill said to Chiles, "you must obey these orders.

When you meet the enemy, you must not stop, but go right into them, I will be

there to support you, now go." Chiles moved out gaily and briskly with

twenty-five as brave and dauntless soldiers as ever followed any man and Chiles

was no coward, but unfortunately for poor Chiles, he disobeyed the orders given

by our dauntless commander, instead when 36. He met the enemy, he stopped and

dismounted his men giving the enemy time to dismount, take possession of a log

house and heavy rail fence. Soon Chiles dismounted, he was shot through the

lungs from which he never recovered. Quantrill saw at a glance that it was

useless to continue the fight so, called the men off, carrying Chiles

to the house of Mrs. Garrison where we left

him, we also had one man wounded, Pat O'Donnell. Soon after the Sibley affair

which was late in September 862, we planned and carried out another successful

raid on Kansas, this time, Shawnee Town was the objective point. This was to

have been a bloodless affair 37. But unfortunately, we struck a train of wagons

on the Santa Fe Trail, guarded by a troop of infantry. This infantry was taken

by surprise, they having gone to sleep without a camp guard, much less a

picket. As soon as they were wakened, there was a general scramble to get away,

and I think that about half escaped, the other were shot down as they ran.</p>

 

<p>This raid was planned for the purpose of securing clothing

for the men however, it was almost wasteful for Shawnee Town was possessed of

little of that commodity. This Shawnee Town raid was made about the 20”

October.</p>

 

<p>The last mentioned affair was about 38. The last escapade of

Quantrill in the Missouri river county in 1862, what little time we remained

after that, we devoted to preparations for the trip south, which began on the

6" day of November, our rendezvous being on Big Creek, Cass county Mo, not far

from the scene of the Scarancy battle. We struck the Harrisonville and Holden

road about sundown in the evening, our advance striking a train of U. S. wagons

escorted by about forty Iowa cavalry. Quantrill ordered Lieut. Gregg to advance

with forty men and attack the cavalcade, capture the train, which was drawn by

cattle. The enemy corralled the wagons and tried to enter the corral, but Gregg

was too quick for them. 39. Nearly every one of the forty either killed or

captured, some two miles south from where we captured this train. We camped,

fed and lunched before we moved, our pickets reported the enemy coming, and,

actually pushed our picket on to us before we got out of camp, Capt. Harrison

being in the rearguard, the sergeant and men being inexperienced, the enemy

drove them pell-mell upon our rear, also composed of raw men, stampeding the

whole of Harrison's company. We had just arrived at the top of a sharp ridge

when Lieut. Gregg, Todd &  Hallar formed all the veterans of Quantrill's old

company 40. Seeing that the enemies force was far superior to ours in number,

Lieut Gregg ordered his men back from the crest of the ridge, giving a chance

to see the enemy come in view, Gregg ordered a charge, the enemy were so

surprised and Gregg charge so impetuous, that the enemy were hurled back at

least half a mile. Never daunted however, they came again and again each time

they were hurled back with that same impetuous charge directed by Lieut. Gregg,

Todd and Hallar. The third charge however, was enough. The contest was at an

end, and we 41. Resumed our march without the loss of a man, killed or wounded.

What damaged we inflicted on the enemy, we never knew definitely.</p>

 

<p>On our march southward, we chanced to fall in with Col.

Warner Lewis, who had a command of about 200 men.</p>

 

<p>Lewis insisted that Quantrill should join forces with him in

an attack on Lamar, with was finally agreed to, on condition that Lewis would

attack simultaneous with us, the hour for the attack being 0 o'clock P. M. Lewis

to enter from the North and Quantrill from the south. On nearing the town

limits, Quantrill found that he was a few minutes ahead of time, so that we

halted and waited for the exact 42. Time, when we rushed the guards and brought

on the fight in which we lost two men killed and accomplished nothing, Lewis

not showing up. We pulled our men off, and continued our journey south, passing

some miles west from Carthage, turning to westward and entering the Indian

territory, going to Ft. Smith by way of Gibson, arriving a Ft. smith, we were

assigned to Gen. Jo. O. Shelby's command, taking an active part in battles of

Cane Hill, Prairie Grove, Springfield, Hartville & c, however, before the

battle was opened at cane Hill, Quantrill had obtained leave of absence and

started on a journey to Richmond, Virginia. Lieut 43. Gregg in command, he now

being the first Lieut. Possibly, some may think me ungenerous for relating an

occurrence that took place at Cane Hill, but, I have said that nothing but the

truth was history and that I was going to tell the truth, let the chips fall

where they might.</p>

 

<p>When I took command, I noticed the Lieuts. Todd was absent.

On close inquiry, I found that he with eight men had left for Missouri some

hour or so before I made the inquiry. Whether Todd left with consent of

Quantrill or not, I was never able to learn.</p>

 

<p>After battle of Hartville Lieut Gregg was given recruiting

papers and ordered to Missouri river 44. By Brig. Gen John s. Marmaduke,

leaving the skeleton of Quantrill's command in charge of third Lieut Scott. On

Quantrill's return from Richmond in the spring, he brought the skeleton of his

command back to the Missouri river, arriving early in May. Owing to the

excessive hard winter, Lieut Gregg's operations were limited until March, when

with eleven men he captured the government steamer, "Sam Gaty" near Sibley,

destroying half million in sugar, coffee, flour, bacon & c and killing some

fourteen soldiers of Penick's command. On Quantrill's return to the state

military operations 45. Began in earnest, however on a different line from the

previous year, during the year of 1862 the men were kept close together and all

under the watchful eye of Quantrill. Not so in 1863, there was Todd, Pool,

Blunt, Younger…and others, each had companies, often widely separated, and only

called together on special occasions, all of whom, however, recognized

Quantrill as commander in chief with Lieut Gregg adjutant. Occurrences were

thick and fast during the summer of 1863. Todd would annihilate a party of the enemy

in Western Jackson County  Blunt another in the Eastern 46. Portion, Anderson

somewhere is Kas, or Cass Co. Mo. Pool in Lafayette on Saline, Younger on the

high Blue. Some of these commanders were in collision with the enemy almost

every day (supplement starts here) up to about the 1st, August when

the enemy ceased their activity from some cause or other, giving Quantrill and

his men much needed rest. The enemy had been more savage, if possible, than

ever before. They had killed numerous men and boys, one boy, son of Henry

Morris, only eleven years old. They could have been no better argument for the

people to flock to Quantrill, than the dastardly acts of the enemy and they

came 47. About the 10" august 1863, Quantrill called his various captains

together for a council of war, which lasted near twenty-four hours. Quantrill

 "let's go to Lawrence", and in support of this proposition he said,

“Lawrence in the great hotbed of abolitionism in Kansas, and all the plunder,

(or the bulk of it) stolen from Missouri will be found stowed away in Lawrence,

and we can get more revenge, and more money there than anywhere else in the

state." Some said that the undertaking was too hazardous, "I know, says the

chief, but if you never risk your will never gain," so Quantrill won. Quantrill

and his captains 48. busied themselves the next five or six days in having the

men prepare an extra supply of ammunition, but, did not tell the men of the

contemplated raid.</p>

 

<p>Why we made the raid to Lawrence, Jennison, Lane, Burrrus

and many other marauding bands under leaders of lesser fame, had visited

various Missouri border communities and never left the state without murdering,

plundering and devastating the homes of a greater or less number of our

citizens, and to kill, it was only necessary to know that a man sympathized

with the south, but, as to robbery, they robbed everybody 49. Without

distinction, and they often laid waste whole districts. I counted thirteen

houses burning at one time on the 28" day of January 1862. This burning was

done by Jennison's men, although government officials said Jennison was not a

U. S. officer and had no authority yet he carried the U. S. flag and, was often

assisted in his forays by troops stationed at Independence and other stations

in Jackson and adjoining counties. There parties until early in sixty these did

not haul away much household plunder, contenting themselves with such as

blankets, quilts, wearing apparel and jewelry, such articles as they could

carry on their 50. horses, But they usually went back to Kansas, well loaded with

such articles as I have mentioned. </p>

 

<p>It would be too tedious for me in this brief history to

mention all the atrocious acts of the Kansan. Combined with federal troops

stationed in Missouri and Kansas, hence I will give you one circumstance in

illustration of the hundred other similar ones. About the 18" feby, 1863 Col.

Bill Penick stationed at Independence, whose men were part Missourians and part

Kansans, sent a scout of about seventy-five men sixteen miles southeast of

Independence 51. to the house of Col. Jim Saunders and Uncle Jeptha Crawford,

the scout arriving at the house of Saunders first, divided, one half going to

Crawford’s. Mrs. Saunders and her daughter prepared dinner for the half stopping

there, the Col furnished feed for their houses. All went well until dinner was

over, (mind you the snow was fourteen inches deep with the mercury 10 degrees

below zero) when Col Saunders was placed under guard the house burned. The

women not allowed a bonnet or a shawl. On leaving the Saunders place, they

told the wife they were going to take Col to Independence and, 52. make him take

the oath. On the arrival of this party at Crawford's, practically the same scenes

were enacted, except they snatched a lace cap from the head of Mrs. Crawford and

threw it in the flames of the

burning building. They also told Mrs. Crawford that the men would not be hurt.

On their way to Independence arriving at the house of James Burrus, they

dismounted Crawford and Saunders and shot them to death.</p>

 

<p>It was such dastardly acts as the foregoing that caused the

raid on Lawrence.</p>

 

<p>On the 18" day of august 1863 the bulk of Quantrill's forces

met on 53. Little Sni Creek, in the Cummings settlement 24 miles southeast from

Independence, from there to Capt. Pardee's place on Blackwater Johnson County Missouri,

where all the men met. There Quantrill and his officers held a council of war when

it was determined, (circumstances admitting) we would go to Lawrence. The men

were then informed of the contemplated raid, Quantrill, telling them of the great

hazard of the trip, that the entire command stood a chance of being

annihilated, and all who felt that they were not equal to the Herculean task not

to undertake it, and that any man who refuse to go would not be censured.

54. Leaving Capt Pardee's place, we marched in

the direction of Lone jack, with a cordon of videtts in every direction from

our little army of two hundred and ninety four men, rank and file.</p>

 

<p>These videtts were charged to keep a sharp lookout for the enemy. We marched

 very slowly, the

videtts reporting every few minutes, no enemy in sight. When the day was nearly

gone, and we had only made ten miles, the videttes were all called in, all

giving the same report, no enemy sighted. The circumstances were a thing of the

past, the raid to Lawrence was assured. We stopped for one hour getting a bite to

eat and feeding our houses, we then began the march 55. in earnest, arriving on the

headwater of the Grand river at five O'clock on the 20" where we lay concealed

in timber until 3_30 P.M., when we again resumed our march to Lawrence crossing

the state line in half mile of Aubury, where two hundred federal troops were

quartered. In the bright sunlight of the evening, these troops rode out on the

prairie, formed and looked at us pass, not a man of ours broke ranks, not a

shot fired. We marched in a Northwesterly direction, halting at dusk to graze our

horses, this portion of Kansas was sparsely settled at this time, crossed the

old Santa Fe trail at spring Hill, where we saw on the streets several federal

soldiers in uniform, but, did not molest them 56. or make any stop in the place. We

had now arrived at a point where none of our men knew the county, hence it

became necessary to procure a guide. Everyone procured however, chanced to be

known by someone of our men and were shot. Things went on this way until

probably ten men had been killed, and we were nearing the Wakarusa river and

were within twelve or thirteen miles of Lawrence, when we procured another guide,

who, was recognized by Todd, but orders had been issued that here should be no

more shooting, so, a musket was brought forth with which the man was clubbed to

death. Having reached the Wakarusa timbers, Quantrill recognized the country

and led the ay himself. </p>

 

<p>57. Having entered the Wakarusa timbers and, within four or five

miles of Franklin, the crowing of the cock warned us of the near approach of

daylight, and, it being our desire to reach Lawrence not later than sunrise.

The houses hurried to a long trot, reaching Franklin just past dawn. As we yet

had five miles to cover, the men were thrown into column of fours and put to a gallop,

on reaching the summit of a ridge lying midway between Franklin and Lawrence, Quantrill

ordered Lieut Gregg to advance with five men and learn if there was any

considerable force to oppose us. On reaching a suburb South 58. of the main town,

Lieut Gregg and his party came upon a camp of about forty tents, waiting for

those in command to come up, Lieut Gregg killed several soldiers, among them, a

boy about eighteen years of age, and supposed to be orderly to some general. On

arrival of the command Lieut Gregg fell in beside Quantrill who was at the head

of the column. Pointing to the camp, Quantrill and Lieut Gregg did not stop at

the camp but turned to the East to …….up which they bolted at breakneck speed,

the command on reaching the open space in which the tents were standing

deployed right and left and charged the camp and in three minutes there was not

a tent standing nor a man alive in camp.</p>

 

<p>59. Quantrill order was to kill, kill, and you will make no

mistake, Lawrence ids the hotbed and should be thoroughly cleansed and the only

way to cleanse it, is to kill.</p>

 

<p>The killing finished, the men were ordered to burn the town.

Quantrill said, give the Kansas people a taste of what the Missourian has

suffered at the hands of the Kansas jayhawker. Lieut Gregg relates this story

of what he saw and burned a Lawrence. </p>

<p>He said when the order was given to burn, I repaired to the

Southern portion of the main town, where I found about forty shanties built,

three side boards the forth a hay stack and covered with hay, all of these

shacks were filled with household effects, stolen from Missouri, much 60. we recognized,

many of these had feather beds, quilts, blankets, & c stacked in there

higher than I could reach, five bedsteads, beaus, sideboards, bookcases and

pianos that cost thousands of dollars. Many of the shacks were in charge of Negro

women, many of whom we recognized. One Negro woman I recollect distinctly, was

the property of Col Steel who lived near Sibley, Jackson county, Missouri.</p>

 

<p>The town burnt, the men were collected and orders given to

move out. Lieut Gregg was given orders to take twenty men, scour the place and

see that every man was gotten out. However, one man, escaped the vigilance of

this guard and remained in the place where soon after met a horrible fate. Mr.

J. C. Horton, now a wholesale 61. druggist and honored citizen of Kansas city,

Missouri, described the killing of this man (Larkin Skaggs) in this manner.</p>

 

<p>"Yes", said Mr. Horton, "I saw the whole thing, Skaggs rode

near a squad of armed men, who shot him off of his horse, one of these men got

a rope tied it about Skaggs neck, and about the pummel of his saddle, dragged

Skaggs through the streets until the body was nude and terribly mutilated, then

hanged the body and further mutilated it by cutting it with knives, shooting and

throwing rocks, clubs &c," The question was asked Mr. Horton, "did

Quantrill’s men do anything that mean in Lawrence," when he said, they did 62. not."

Mr. Horton was captured at the Eldridge Hotel, and, by chance, was placed under

guard with a bunch of Lawrence people

that was being protected by Quantrill, otherwise, Mr. Horton might have been

killed, also. This wholesale killing was repugnant to many of the men and, also

to many of the officers, but, forbearance had ceased to be virtue. Our own

loved ones had been murdered, robbed and insulted, there was a price upon the

head of Quantrill and, every one of his men. Anderson's sisters had been murdered,

Crawford's sisters, had been murdered, and, any day, any of our sisters were

liable to be murdered, and yet, 63. Mr. Horton says, "if there was a woman or child

harmed by Quantrill's men at Lawrence, I never heard of it</p>

 

<p>On leaving Lawrence, Quantrill halted four miles south of

the town on the Osawatomie road at a farmhouse, giving ample time for all stragglers

to overtake the command, and except Larkin Skaggs, all reported. I have omitted

to mention the fact the Lieut Bledsoe was wounded at Lawrence, shot by a

federal across the Kaw, this man we hauled to Missouri in an ambulance.</p>

 

<p>I want to say that Quantrill and his men had gotten safely

to Lawrence and accomplished their purpose, but, getting safely back to

Missouri, 64. was another proposition, the entire state of Kansas was aroused as if

my Magic. The wires had told the news of the sacking and burning of Lawrence to

thirty thousand federal troops in Missouri. At Black jack point, eight miles

south of Lawrence, we encountered the enemy, seven hundred strong. We at once

halted for a council, it was determined we should continue south until all was

in readiness, then turn East for Missouri. The enemy seeing that our number was

much less than theirs, advanced and opened fire on our rear. At this juncture,

Quantrill cut out one hundred men, attacked and whipped the enemy in five

Minutes 65. returning, Quantrill ordered Gregg to cut out sixty men and hold the

rear until the main command had crossed a small river one mile away. When the

call for the sixty men was made one hundred and fifty responded, however, only

sixty were permitted to remain. Gregg with his sixty men remained stationary,

until the main command had disappeared in the timber, when Gregg slowly

retreated to the East. On approaching the command, Lieut Gregg received these

orders from Quantrill, "form your sixty men in skirmish line and hold the rear,

fall back on me whenever it may be necessary, but, whatever you 66. do, don't let

them break your line. "However, before Gregg had completed his skirmish line,

the enemy, now twelve hundred strong was upon him, and, the battle was on.</p>

 

<P> When the fighting

had continued about one hour, the enemy pushed Gregg with his heroic little

band upon our main line, when our little army less than one forth the enemy,

faced about, charged the Kansans and drove them back. Lieut Gregg and his sixty

men taking their place in the rear as before, holding their position up to four

o'clock p.m. having held the rear for five hours against a force greater part

of the time, 67. five thousand strong. The

scene was an ominous one, on a sea of prairie, not a tree or twig to be seen,

reinforcements flocked to the enemy by companies and by regiments. It really

looked as though we were doomed. The whole earth was "blue" behind us. Lieut

Gregg became exhausted, his voice failed him, he reported to Quantrill his

condition. At once the heroic Todd was ordered to take the place, who continued

to hold the enemy in check, Like Wellington at waterloo, we prayed that night

or succor might come, thus the fight went on 'till near sundown, when we came

in sight of Paola, where, in the 68. broad sunlight glittered the guns of fifteen

hundred cavalry, we were near timbered heights of Bull creek, the enemy could

see this force ass well as we, it emboldened them, they rushed Todd's line,

drove him upon the main line, "Halt," says Quantrill, "face about." The men

faced about, not a single man disobeyed, the enemy were in sixty yards, "steady

men, charge," rang out upon the Kansas breeze. The men charged, the enemy stood,

our men were thinning their ranks, the enemy were falling thick and fast, their

line began to break, Quantrill ordered another charge, our boys went at them

again and, drove them pell-mell, like a drove of sheep for half a mile or more.

The fight in Kansas was ended, we marched from there to the headwaters of the

Grand River, Cass county, Missouri, where we arrived a 5_30 a.m. August 22"

1863. In all this fighting covered a distance of move than twenty five miles,

the fighting never ceased for a single moment, yet this little band of heroes

came out of it all unscathed, man

of them being touched. Under all these trials I never saw but one-man falter

and that man was Joab Perry. A little after four o'clock in the evening, Joe

became panic-70. stricken, he stuck out alone, his long hair standing out in the

Kansas breeze. Some of the men wanted to kill him, while others said "no, he

will get it soon enough" but he made it through to Missouri unscathed so far as

bullets were concerned, however, he was horseless, bootless, coatless and with

only one revolver out of six, the remainder of his clothing torn to shreds, his

flesh terribly mutilated by brush and briar. In all this fighting, Quantrill

only lost one man killed, and, he was entirely hid from them by a ridge when

killed. </p>

 

<p>We camped on a prominence 71.on the headwaters of Grand River.

Sent men among the farmers to get provisions for the men, but before it could be

procured, the Kansans were in sight with greatly augmented numbers (at this

juncture a laughable incident occurred). Quantrill had been informed by a

citizen whom we met, that twelve hundred federals awaited him just over the

divide four miles away, but had not told the men) Quantrill mounted his horse,

rode through the camp ordering the men to saddle up, "what for?" said the men "Why"

he said, "the Kansans are coming". "Damn the Kansan," came from a hundred or more

voices. We whipped 72.them yesterday, we can whip them today, we are not going to leave hear until we get something to eat." "Yes," said Quantrill, "I know you can whip the Kansan, but, what are you to do about the twelve hundred fresh Missouri troops awaiting us just over the divide?" "well," said they, "that is a horse of another color, we will saddle up," and, they did. In one hour or less time the command dwindled away at least one third. Bledsoe, the man wounded at Lawrence and brought through in an ambulance, was sent to the timber, where he was soon after killed.  73. So many horses were broken down, the men were compelled to take to the timber.................Quantrill met the federals just over the divide, skirmished with them……his men, no man was lost, but several horses, this, you might say, ended the Lawrence raid, but not our troubles by any means, for, the federals had thirty thousand troops in search of us, watching the roads, stream crossings and many dwelling houses, so that, in the next five or six days, we had lost more men that we lost on the Lawrence raid 74. It was soon after the Lawrence raid that the famous order number eleven was issued by the Monster of Monsters, Gen Tom Ewing, and, under which, the border counties of Missouri from the river South were depopulated and made a desert.

No people ever suffered so much as the people of Jackson county did under that order, being forced to leave in a specified time, it was impossible for them to move but little of their plunder, provisions, &c. It was a gruesome sight to see these people on the move, some with their cows or an old plug horse of Jennett, packed, the women and children on foot, leaving behind plenty of scorn, hogs, chickens and turkeys, &c, thousands bushels corn in the crib, beside what was in the field. Many of them without a dollar.

all of this wealth left by these people, was either burned appropriated by the federal government or the Kansan, and for which these people never received a single cent from any source, and yet, in the eyes of the people of the North, there were no demons but Quantrill and his men. as I told a reporter for the St. Louis Globe democrat, Quantrill and his men went to Lawrence with "hell" in their necks and raised "hell" after they got there.

I have a blame to lay to Quantrill for some things that he permitted at Lawrence. Of course he could not have his eye on every man, for the men were scattered promiscuously over the town. But, he told me in support of his argument for the raid, that there was a great deal of money there "and", said he, "I want to compensate the people who have and still will divide the last biscuit with us." Well, said I, in reply, that is very laudable. "Now,' said Quantrill, "my plan is, that whatever money that may be gotten at Lawrence will be divided among the men with instructions to give to these people very liberally," but on our return, this prorate division was never mentioned. The truth is that Quantrill tried to manage so that Todd and his men would get the money. Higbie secured the largest of any one man, who immediately after our return to Missouri, left parts unknown to us at the time. It was reported afterwards that he went to Canada, soon after the close of the war, we heard of Higbie at Ft. Worth, Texas in the banking business. In the eyes of the survivors of Quantrill's band and the people of Missouri, A "traitor".

Between the time of consummation of the Lawrence raid and the 1st October, there was little doing. There seemed to be a lull after the country was depopulated, on the part of the federal soldiery, 78. Whatever was done was of minor importance, hence will past on to our march to Texas, beginning about October 1st 1863.

Our rendezvous being at Capt. Perdee's Johnson County, Missouri. Our march was practically due South to, or beyond Carthage, and without incident.

Turning a southwesterly course here, we crossed spring river into Kansas. Quantrill command at this time was composed of four companies, Pool, Todd, Anderson, Gregg and Younger ranging from thirty to eighty men to the company, with quite a sparkling of recruits going to the confederate army, accounting in all, to about four hundred men.

It so happened that on the day that we crossed into Kansas, that Pool, who had thirty men, was in advance, and Gregg with thirty men, in the rear. On crossing Spring River, Pool encountered several wagons and teams driven by federal soldiers. These teamsters told Pool that there was a federal camp at Baxter Springs. When this information was communicated to Quantrill, (Gregg's men being old veterans) he at once ordered Gregg to the front, and sent him immediately to Pools support who was then forming fifty yards of the federal camp fooling the enemy by hoisting a small........

Quantrill saying to Gregg, "support Pool, I will come in on the North and support both of you”. On arrival at Pool’s position, Gregg fell in on the right, fronting west, and immediately abutting a long low cabin, built of unhewn logs. The order to charge was at once given. Gregg with three men being crowed to the right of the cabin, where to their surprise, they found a formidable fort of earthworks. Pool seemingly had mastered camp and fort. On the commencement of this  attack, about seventy-five of the enemy ran away about two hundred yards and, hid under the grass and willows. Thinking Pool was master of the situation, Gregg took two men to capture these men hidden in the slough. After a few moments, Gregg an his two men had pulled twenty of the runaways from their hiding. Noticing the firing about the fort had creased with an occasional bullet whizzing about him, Gregg mounted his horse to investigate, where he found the enemy advancing from the fort, with none of his comrades in sight, on riding to the crest of the ridge north found Quantrill confronting what proved to be Maj. Gen Jas G. Blunt with escort of about one hundred and fifty men, band, small wagon train ambulance, buggy, &c. Gregg and his two men left their twenty prisoners, made a dash for Quantrill’s line, shot at from three different quarters, it looked almost like a forlorn hope, though they reached Quantrill unscathed. A charge was ordered, with instruction to hold fire until in fifty yards, however, the enemy did not wait for us to get so near, but fired and broke pell-mell over the prairie which seemed endless in the direction they where forced to go.

The greater portion of Blunt’s party were annihilated in less time than it takes to write it. Maj. Curtis, Blunt’s Adj. Gen. and son of Maj. Gen Curtis was among the slain. Stories to the contrary notwithstanding. The men killed in this engagement, with the exception of the bandsmen and driver were killed in actual combat, and, in all probability they too would have been so killed, only for this reason. Wm Bledsoe, an excellent soldier, loved, pitied and honored by Quantrill and all of his men, rode to this band, drawn by four ……… demanded a surrender. Instead of obeying Bledsoe’s summon, they shot him to death. Capts Todd and Gregg being in a position to see Bledsoe killed. With about twenty men closed with this bandwagon, containing thirteen men, but, before reaching the wagon, the left front wheel broke off, precipitating the men to the ground and bringing the wagon to a standstill. All of the men in the wagon, began waving their white kerchiefs, in token of surrender, when Todd the others shouted at them to know why they had not waved their kerchiefs at Bledsoe. The bandsmen were all killed on the spot. Many valuable arms were captured in this little fight, all of which were given to the unarmed.

I have since been informed that only about twenty of Blunt’s party escaped, Gen. Blunt being one of this number. Our losses were three killed and, one wounded. We captured Gen. Blunt’s flag, the finest I ever saw, inscribed, “Presented to Maj. Gen. James G. Blunt by the ladies of Leavenworth Oct 2nd  1863.” Quantrill sent the flag to Maj. Gen. Grice, we also got Gen. Blunt’s commission as Maj. Gen., ambulance, &c. At the conclusion of this battle, Todd and Anderson both insisted that we should storm and take the fort, but Quantrill said, “No, there is nothing to be gained by taking it, besides” he said, “we would probably loose fifteen or twenty men and I would not give the life of one of my men for the whole business.” We communicated with the fort by flag of truce, the only time the federal authorities ever recognized a flag of truce from us. On march from Baxter to Sherman, Texas was uninterrupted. After resting a few days at Sherman, Quantrill established a camp fifteen miles Northwest from Sherman. It was here that the disintegration of Quantrill command began.

 Pool, Jarrett, Younger and Gregg left thanking with them, altogether about forty men, most of whom were old tried veterans. Gregg joined Shelby and was given a company. Pool, Jarrett and Younger joined forces and formed a company. Quantrill remained in Texas until about the 15’ march 1864 when he again turned his eyes toward the Missouri river. However, his ranks were sadly thinned, but few of the men who had been most instrumental in building the fame of Quantrill and Todd came together with forty of fifty men. Anderson with thirty or forty. Their hardships were many, they swam almost every stream from Red River to the Missouri, and, the cap the climax, Quantrill and Todd quarreled and parted company before they reached the Missouri. Quantrill with a few chosen friends spent the summer in Howard county Mo. You might say, dormant.

It really began to look as though Quantrill’s military sun had set to rise no more forever. Copts Todd and Anderson made some good fights this summer. Todd fought the second Colorado’s at Grinter’s farm South of Independence almost annihilating the Colorado’s notwithstanding they outnumbered Todd. This was a hand-to-hand grapple in which the brave Wagoner and his sturdy brave Coloradoans were worsted. Anderson fought at Shaws Shop in Ray county, where he almost annihilated a troop of militia. Todd and Anderson combined, fought at Centralia, demolishing Col. Johnson with about six men to escape.

Quantrill joined with Todd and Anderson at Fayette. Although he advised against the attack, it was disastrous. It came out, as Quantrill said. Centralia was the last real battle fought by guerrilla’s in Missouri, though Todd joined forces with Price on his arrival at Lexington, doing scout and advance duty to Independence where he was killed, Anderson being killed in Ray county soon after. Todd and Anderson were much alike, both brave to a fault, maniacs in battle, no regard for the lives of their men. I have often seen them cry and froth at the mouth in battle simply because they could not kill a whole regiment of the enemy in a few minutes, not so with Quantrill, who had the greatest care for the lives of his men, was always at himself in battle, and, just as brave as Todd or Anderson.

After Price had retired from the state, Quantrill came to Lafayette county collecting about forty men, and started on his famous march to Kentucky. In this band were Frank James, James little, Chat Renick, John Barker, Peyton Long, wm Basham, jack Graham, James Younger Dick Glasscock, Billy Gaugh, John Barnhill, Hiram Griest and others whom I do not now remember. This move proved fatal to the far famed Quantrill and many of his best men. Being in a strange land among strange people, they were sorely beset, often resorting to subterfuge, dressing as federals for days and even weeks at a time. Sometimes after Gen. Lee surrendered, Quantrill called his men together some forty miles from Louisville and, while encamped a barnyard, they were attacked by overwhelming numbers, routed, several men killed and Quantrill so severely wounded that he was unable to be………….. only to the nearest house where he fell into the hands of the enemy, from whence he was taken to the hospital in Louisville where he died soon after. Thus ended the career of the much hunted, more feared, far famed William Clark Quantrill. Although Quantrill and I had some disagreements, I will ever hold his memory sacred. I find many of my old comrades averse to telling of these differences. I, to the contrary, do want them known because they are history, and true history can never be recorded and stand the test without recording the facts. Shortly before Quantrill started for Kentucky, Capt Gregg who had been on detached service in northern Missouri, re-crossed the Missouri river, and was married. Quite a number of Quantrill’s old men being in the country, they met and organized. Among the number were James A Hendricks, Capt Gregg and Dick Mattox, all of whom desired to take their wives to Texas. The terms were hastily agreed upon, the men who were fifty in number, pledging themselves to stand by the three men and their wives. About the 10” day of November, provided with an ambulance loaded with provisions, we made the start at sundown, marched about thirty miles, camped in the open prairie near Grand River, broke camp at dawn next morning. Just before entering Grand river Valley, ambulance came down with a crash, luckily however, about one hundred militia were just emerging from the Grand River timbers with several wagons. Our boys made a dash at the militia, drove them away, capturing their wagons. We quietly changed our team and load from the ambulance to the wagon, and, went on our way rejoicing. The country having been depopulated under Gen Ewing’s order number eleven, the men were sorely tried for food, apples being the only edible thing found in Missouri after leaving Lafayette County, and the boys would have nearly starved, only for a division of the provisions prepared and taken along for the three men and their wives.

From Grand river our march was without incident until we had reached Indian territory. Camping on the top of a sharp mountain, moving at dawn without breakfast, we met seven federals at the foot of the mountain, six of whom were killed, the seventh one taking the road south toward Gibson, followed by Capt Gregg, who fired eleven shots, hitting his overcoat nine times, Gregg and his men would shoot awhile and talk awhile, Gregg said, “he never fired at me but I could see the bead on his pistol.” Finally after Gregg had chased him six miles, coming to higher ground, there was four hundred cavalry in plain view mounted and formed. Of course Gregg retreated in good order, and, reported to the command what he had found. Geo Shepherd being in command of the men, he determined to leave the road, going east, compelling us to re-cross Grand River, and, throwing us among the Indians, with whom we were constantly fighting the remainder of the day. The women were kept as far away as practical, though several times they heard the bullets whiz thick and fast, fortunately however, they were never frightened. When the fighting had ended, by actual count we had killed forty-five federals, niggers and, Indians, with one horse killed, the only casualty on our side. Having crossed Grand River a third time, we came to an Indian cabin where they were eating dinner. Hendricks, Gregg and, Mattox, entered the house and purloined some meat and bread for their wives. On an investigation they found the meat to be “dog”.

The women ate the meat just the same, and pronounced it good. Our march from here to Sherman Texas was without material interest, excepting short rations to the Arkansas river, after which, cattle were plentiful and we fared sumptuously. Capt and Mrs. Gregg call this trip their bridal tour.

In closing, I desire to say that I have refrained from the mention of Names, except to designate between officers. I have refrained the mention of names among the men because when the fight was on it was utterly impossible to tell who was the most meritorious, any of our veterans would have made good captains. </p>

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