The Story of Cole Younger Part 6

"With his white hair streaming in the wind, he seated himself on his rude coffin and died without a shudder; refusing with his last breath to forgive his executioners, and swearing he would 'meet them and torment them in h.e.l.l through all eternity.' "

"There was that helpless, half-idiot boy from Lewis county, who allowed himself to be blindfolded; then hearing Sidener and the others refuse, slipped up one corner of the bandage, and seeing the rest with their eyes uncovered, removed the handkerchief from his own, died as innocent as a lamb."

"There were Humstead and Bixler, and Lake, and McPheeters."

"And there was that most wondrous martyr of them all-young Smith, of Knox county-who died for another man."

"Humphrey was the doomed man."

"His heart-broken wife, in widow's weeds, with her eight helpless little ones in deep mourning, that was only less black than the anguish they endured, or the heart of him to whom they appealed, rushed to the feet of McNeil, and in accents so piteous that a soul of adamant must have melted under it, besought him for the life of the husband and father."

"She was brutally repulsed."

"But Strachan, the monster of Shelby county, whom the angel a few months afterward smote with Herodian rottenness-Strachan, whose flesh literally fell from his living skeleton-Strachan, who has long been paying in the deepest, blackest, hottest hole in perdition the penalty of his forty-ply d.a.m.nation-deserving crimes was provost marshal."

"He saw the frantic agony of the woman; called her into his office and told her he would save her husband if she would give him three hundred dollars and then submit-but oh! humanity shudders, sickens at the horrid proposal."

"The wretched, half-crazed, agonized wife, not knowing what she did-acceded to save her husband's life-and the next morning she was found lying insane and nearly dead, with her baby at her breast, near the public spring at Palmyra."

"And after all this, her husband was only released on condition that another should be shot in his place."

"Young Smith was selected."

"And then ensued a contest without a parallel in all the six thousand years of human history."

"Humphrey refused to let any man die in his stead, declaring he should feel himself a murderer if he did."

"Smith protested that he was only a poor orphan boy, and so far as he knew there was not a soul on earth to grieve for him; that Humphrey had a large family entirely dependent upon him for daily bread, and it was his duty to live while he could."

"And Smith, the simple country lad, only seventeen years old, the Hero without a peer on all Fame's mighty scroll, took his seat on a rough box-and was shot!"

"Will not G.o.d eternally d.a.m.n his murderers?"

"We might dwell for hours on the incidents connected with this most frightful butchery of ancient or modern ages."

"But why go on?"

"The murder was done!"

"The Confederate government talked of demanding the murderer McNeil."

"Then a 'memorial' was gotten up, and signed by two thousand Missourians, recommending the heaven-earth-and-h.e.l.l-accursed old monster, on account of his Palmyra ma.s.sacre, to special favor and he was promoted to a brigadier-generals.h.i.+p."

14. LAWRENCE

Disguised as a cattle trader, Lieutenant Fletcher Taylor, now a prominent and wealthy citizen of Joplin, Mo., spent a week at the Eldridge house in Lawrence, Kansas, from which place had gone out the Jayhawkers who in three months just previous had slain 200 men and boys, taken many women prisoners, and stolen no one knows how many horses.

At the house of Capt. Purdee on the Blackwater in Johnson county, 310 men answered August 16, 1863, to the summons of Capt. Quantrell to hear the report of Lieut. Taylor's reconnaissance.

The lieutenant's report was encouraging. The city itself was poorly garrisoned; the camp beyond was not formidable; the streets were wide.

"You have heard the report," said Quantrell when the lieutenant finished.

"It is a long march; we march through soldiers; we attack soldiers; we must retreat through soldiers. What shall it be? Speak out. Anderson!"

"Lawrence or h.e.l.l," relied Anderson, instantly. With fire flas.h.i.+ng in his eyes as he recalled the recent wreck from which his sister had been taken in Kansas City, he added: "But with one proviso, that we kill every male thing."

"Todd?" called Quantrell.

"Lawrence, if I knew that not a man would get back alive." "Gregg?"

This was Capt. William Gregg, who still lives in Kansas City, one of the bravest men that ever faced powder, and in action the coolest, probably, in the entire command.

[Ill.u.s.tration: William Gregg]

William Gregg

"Lawrence," he relied. "It is the home of Jim Lane; the nurse of Jayhawkers."

"Jarrette?"

"Lawrence, by all means," my brother-in-law answered. "It is the head devil of the killing and burning in Jackson county. I vote to fight it and with fire burn it before we leave."

Shepherd, d.i.c.k Maddox, so on, Quantrell called the roll.

"Have you all voted?" shouted Quantrell.

There was no word.

"Then Lawrence it is; saddle up."

We reached Lawrence the morning of the 21st. Quantrell sent me to quiz an old farmer who was feeding his hogs as to whether there had been any material changes in Lawrence since Lieut. Taylor had been there. He thought there were 75 soldiers in Lawrence; there were really 200.

Four abreast, the column dashed into the town with the cry:

"The camp first!"

It was a day of butchery. Bill Anderson claimed to have killed fourteen and the count was allowed. But it is not true that women were killed.

One negro woman leaned out of a window and shouted:

"You-of-."

She toppled out dead before it was seen she was a woman.