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Quantrell, James Little, Hoy, Stephen Shores and myself held the upper story, Jarrette, George Shepherd, Toler and others the lower. Anxious to see who their prisoners were, the militiamen exposed themselves imprudently, and it cost them six. Would they permit Major Tate’s family to escape? Yes.
It is here that Quantrell rushed upon the unsuspecting citizens with a host of Confederate soldiers about daylight, and murdered men at their own doors, and when they could not call them out they rushed into their houses and made terrible havoc of human life. There was a woman here who was a spy.
Accordingly I was shortly awakened to accompany him to Lone Jack, where he would personally make known the situation to the other colonels. Meantime, however, Major Emory L. Foster, in command at Lexington, had hurried out to find Quantrell, if possible, and avenge Independence.
Col. Jim Lane’s orderly boasted of the Cottonwood affair in his cups at a banquet one night. The orderly was found dead soon after. Quantrell told a friend that of the 32 who were concerned in the killing of his brother, only two remained alive, and they had moved to California. The fight at Carthage in July 1861, found Quantrell in Capt. Stewart’s company of cavalry.
I followed Quantrell’s men for half a mile, fearing that some stragglers might return to take a quiet shot at Elkins, and then stopped for something to eat, and fed our horses. At the time that I defended Elkins before Quantrell, I knew that Steve’s sympathies were with the North, and had heard that he had joined the Federal army. But it mattered nothing to me—he was my friend. When Col.
Quantrell was to be hanged, drawn and quartered, his band annihilated; nothing was too terrible for his punishment. Four days after the raid, Gen. Thomas Ewing at St. Louis issued his celebrated General Order No. 11. This required that all persons living in Jackson, Cass and Bates counties, except one township, or within one mile of a military post, should remove within fifteen days.
Quantrell received me courteously and kindly, as he always did, and after a little desultory chat, I carelessly remarked, “I am surprised to find that you have my old friend and teacher, Steve Elkins, in camp as a prisoner.” "What! Do you know him?" asked Quantrell in astonishment.
His career attracted the attention of leaders on both sides of the opposing armies, and at one time it was nearly planned that Confederates should join the Unionists and make common cause against these guerrillas, who had made the name of Missouri one of reproach and contempt. The matter finally adjusted itself by the death of Quantrell in a fight at Smiley, Kentucky, in January, 1865.
I told him that I did, and that he was my school teacher when the war broke out, also that some half a hundred other pupils of Elkins were now fighting in the Southern army. “We all care for him very deeply,” I told Quantrell, and then asked what charges were preferred against him.
He knew the service was a furious one, but he believed that to succeed the South must fight desperately. Secretary Cooper suggested that war had its amenities and refinements and that in the nineteenth century it was simply barbarism to talk of a black flag. “Barbarism,” rejoined Quantrell, according to Senator Louis T. Wigfall, of Texas, who was present at the interview, “barbarism, Mr.
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