COLONEL PENNICK’S men came from Independence down to Blue Springs and burned houses, killed old men—too old to be in the service. They numbered two hundred, while Quantrell’s men numbered one hundred. On the road from Blue Springs to Independence they killed John Sanders and a man named Kimberland—both old men—and left them lying in the roadway. If neighbors had not offered their services the hogs1 would have eaten their bodies. They burned from two to twelve houses and left the families homeless.
The people of the neighborhood sent a runner to Quantrell. We mounted, struck a gallop2 and did not slow down until we charged the rear and went through them like fire through stubble, killing3 as we went. After the battle was over we counted seventy-five killed and an equal number wounded. Those who were not hit were so scared that we had no more trouble with them.
On our retreat Quantrell’s password was, “Bat them, boys, over the left eye.”
A good old citizen by the name of Uncle George Rider, hearing the firing and seeing us coming, got off his horse and laid down in the woods close to the road, face up, having a belly4 on him like a ten-gallon beer keg. Quantrell said to Dick Burns, “You go out and bat him164 over the left eye.” Burns went out to him and hollered back to Quantrell that “he has been dead a week; see how he is swelled5 up.” We had lots of fun afterwards about his belly saving him.
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Wellington
FOUR miles east of Wellington stood a large house occupied by some lewd6 women, notorious for their favors and their enticements. Poole knew the situation well, and suggested to Jarrette that a sufficient detour7 should be made to encompass8 the building. Arriving there about eleven o’clock at night, it appeared from the outside as if there were some kind of a frolic. Lights shone from many of the windows, music and the sound of dancing feet could be heard occasionally. Frank James crept to a back door and looked in and counted five women and eleven men. Some of the men were sitting on the laps of the women and some were so close to others that to risk a volley would be murderous. At no time without hitting a woman could they make sure of hitting a man. They waited an hour to gain a favorable opportunity, but waited in vain. Jarrette solved the problem.
He was dressed in Federal uniform, and after placing his men so as to cut off any escape from the house if the occupants once came outside, he rode boldly up to the fence in front of the premises9 and cried, “Hello!” A soldier came to the door with a gun in his hand and answered him. Jarrette continued, “Who are you that you come to this place in defiance10 of every order issued for a month? What business have you here tonight? Who gave you permission to come?166 Where are your passes? Come out here and let me read them.” Thinking Jarrette a provost captain scouting11 for runaways12 from the Lexington garrison13, ten of the eleven militiamen started confidently for the fence, receiving, when half way, the crushing fire of twenty concealed15 Guerrillas. In a space four blankets might have covered the ten fell and died, only one of the lot discharging a weapon or making a pretense16 of resistance.
Frank James stooped to count them, and as he rose he remarked: “There are but ten here. Awhile ago there were eleven.” The building was entered, searched from top to bottom in every nook and corner, but no soldier. The women were questioned, one at a time, separately. They knew only that when the man at the fence called they all went out together.
Frank James, whose passive face had from the first expressed neither curiosity nor doubt, spoke17 up again and briefly18: “Awhile ago I counted but five women, now there are six.” Save four sentinels on duty at either end of the main road, Guerrillas had gathered together in the lower large room of the dwelling19 house. The fire had burned low, and was fitful and flickering20. Where there had been half a dozen candles there were now only two.
“Bring more,” said Poole, “and we will separate this wolf from the ewes.”
167 “Aye, if we have to strip the lot,” spoke up a coarse voice in the crowd.
“Silence,” cried Jarrette, laying a hand upon a pistol and turning to his men in the shadow, “not a woman shall be touched. We are wild beasts, yes, but we war on wild beasts.”
More light was brought, and with a candle in each hand Poole went from woman to woman, scanning the face of each long and searchingly, and saying when he had finished, “I give it up. If one of the six here is a man, let him keep his dress and his scalp.”
Frank James, just behind Poole, had inspected each countenance21 also as the candles passed before it, and when Poole had done speaking, he laid a finger upon a woman’s shoulder and spoke as one having authority: “This is the man. If I miss my reckoning, shoot me dead.”
The marvelous nerve, which up to this time had stood with the militiaman as a shield and a defense22, deserted23 him when the extremity24 came, and he turned ghastly white, trembled to his feet, and fell, sobbing25 and praying on his knees. Horrified26 by the slaughter27 in the yard, and afraid to rush from the house lest he be shot down also, he hurriedly put on the garments of one of the women, composed his features as best he could, and waited in suspense28 the departure of the Guerrillas. Almost a boy, his smooth face was fresher and fairer168 than the face of any real woman there. His hair, worn naturally long and inclined to be brown, was thick and fine. The dress hid his feet, or the boots would have betrayed him at the start. Not knowing that an observation had been made before the firing, and the number accurately29 taken of both men and women, he hoped to brave it through and laugh afterwards and tell to his messmates how near death had passed by him and did not stop. The reaction, however, upon discovery, was pitiful. He was too young to die, he pleaded. He had never harmed a human being in his life. If he was spared he would abandon the army and throw away his gun. As he prayed he wept, but Jarrette abated30 further abasement31 of his manhood.
“He is yours, James,” he said, “and fairly yours. When he changed color ever so little under Poole’s inspection32 you saw it and no other man saw it, and he belongs to you. Take him.” Property in human flesh was often disposed of in this way.
“Come,” said Frank James, lifting the young Federal up to his feet with his left hand and drawing his revolver with his right; “come outside, it is not far to go.”
Scarcely able to stand, yet unresisting, the militiaman followed the Guerrilla—the lamb following the tiger. As they went by the ghastly heap, all ragged33 and intangible in the uncertain light, the one shuddered34 and169 the other was glad. At the fence the poor prisoner was so weak he could scarcely climb it. Beyond the fence was the road and down this road a few hundred yards towards Lexington Frank James led his victim. Under the shadows of a huge tree he halted. It was quite dark there. Only the good God could see what was done; the leaves shut the stars out.
“Do not kill me for my mother’s sake,” came from the pinched lips of the poor victim, “for I have no one else to pray for me. Spare me just this once.”
“Free? You do not kill me? You tell me go? Great God, am I sleeping or awake!” and the man’s teeth chattered36 and he shook as if in a fit of ague.
“Yes, go and go quickly; you are past the guards, past all danger; you belong to me and I give you your life. Go!”
At that moment Frank James lifted his pistol in the air and fired. When he returned to the house Jarrette, who had heard the pistol shot, rallied him.
“Yes,” he said, “it was soon over. Boys and babies are not hard to kill.” James had just taken the trouble to save the life of a Federal soldier because he had appealed to him in the name of his mother.
Jarrette continued on his raid. South of Lexington six miles he came suddenly upon nine Federals in a170 school house, sheltered against a heavy rain that was falling. After shooting the nine and appropriating the house, he propped37 each corpse38 up to a desk, put a book before it and wrote upon the blackboard fixed39 against the wall: “John Jarrette and David Poole taught this school today for one hour. We found the pupils all loyal and we left them as we found them.”
Again in the German settlement a company of militia14 were engaged and cut to pieces. Near Dover five militiamen from Carroll County were caught encamped at Tebo bridge and shot. Near Waverly ten men at odd times were picked up and put out of the way. And on the return march to Jackson County no less than forty-three straggling Federals, in squads40 of from three to nine, were either surprised or overtaken and executed without trial or discussion.
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