Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 22, 2025
He sought to forecast the happenings of the next few hours. Murrell's friends would break jail for him, that was a foregone conclusion, but the insurrection he had planned was at an end. Hues had dealt its death blow.
Well, maybe you are with one sort but what do you know about her kind?" jeered the planter. Murrell's brow darkened. "I'll manage her," he said briefly. "You were of some account until this took hold of you," complained Ware. "What do you say? One would hardly think I was offering to make you a present of the best plantation in west Tennessee!" said Murrell.
This conceit was the only weak spot in his nature, and led to his downfall. "Stewart, who purports to be Murrell's biographer, made Murrell's acquaintance, pretended to join his gang, and playing on his vanity, attended a meeting of the gang at the rendezvous at the Big Cottonwood, and saw the meeting of the Grand Council.
When I was seventeen I left home with three good horses I'd picked up; they brought me more money than I'd ever seen before and I got my first taste of life that was in Nashville where I made some good friends with whose help I soon had as pretty a trade organized in horseflesh as any one could wish." A somber tone had crept into Murrell's voice, while his glance had become restless and uneasy.
This man has plotted to lay the South in ruins he has been arming the negroes it it is incredible that you should all know this to such I say, go home and thank God for your escape! For the others" his shaggy brows met in a menacing frown "if they force our hand we will toss them John Murrell's dead carcass that's our answer to their challenge!"
Hicks, the Belle Plain overseer, pushed his way to Murrell's side. "Here, John Murrell, ain't you going to show us a trick or two?" he inquired. Murrell turned quickly with a sense of relief. "If you can spare me your rifle," he said, but his face wore a bleak look.
The blacks were to band together and march on the settlements, after killing all the whites on the farms where they worked. There they were to fall under the leadership of Murrell's lieutenants, who were to show them how to sack the stores, to kill the white merchants, and take the white women. The banks of all the Southern towns were to become the property of Murrell and his associates.
For ever since the day when Murrell's confederate bands were paralyzed by the death of their leader, there have still existed gangs of desperadoes in parts of Southern Indiana and Illinois, and in Iowa, Missouri, Kentucky, and the Southwest.
"Stewart's account holds inconsistencies and inaccuracies, such as that many men high in social and official life belonged to Murrell's gang, which his published lists do not show. He had perhaps 440 to 450 men, scattered from New Orleans to Cincinnati, but his downfall spread fear and distrust among them.
Again he looked toward Ware, who, dry-lipped and ashen, was regarding him steadfastly. Glance met glance, for a brief instant they looked deep into each other's eyes and then the hand Slosson had rested on Murrell's shoulder dropped at his side. The judge's and Mr.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking