THE end of the war also brought an end to armed resistance by the Guerrillas. As an organization, they never fought again. The most of them kept their weapons; and a few of them had great need to keep them. Some were killed because of the terrible renown1 won in the four years’ war; some were forced to hide themselves in the unknown of the outlying territories, and some were persecuted2 and driven into desperate defiance3 and resistance because they were human and intrepid4. To this latter class the Jameses and Youngers belonged.
No men ever strove harder to put the past behind them. No men ever submitted more sincerely to the results of a war that had as many excesses on one side as on the other. No men ever went to work with a heartier5 good will to keep good faith with society and make themselves amenable6 to the law. No men ever sacrificed more for peace, and for the bare privilege of doing just as hundreds like them had done—the privilege of going back again into the obscurity of civil life and becoming again a part of the enterprising economy of the commonwealth7. They were not permitted so to do, try how they would, and as hard, and as patiently.
After the death of Quantrell and the surrender of the remnant of his Guerrillas, Frank James was not254 permitted, at first, to return to Missouri at all, much less to his home in Clay County.
He lingered in Clay County as long as possible, very circumspect8 in his actions and very conservative in his behavior. Tempted9 one day by his beardless face and innocent walk and to bear upon him roughly, four Federal soldiers set upon Frank James in Brandenburg and made haste to force an issue. For a moment the old fire of his earlier and stormier days flared10 up all of a sudden from the ashes of the past and consumed as with a single hot blast of passion prudence11, accountability, caution and discretion12. He fought as he had fought at Centralia. Two of the Federals were killed instantly, the third was desperately13 wounded, while the fourth shot Frank badly in the joint14 of the left hip15, inflicting16 a grievous hurt and one which caused him afterwards a great deal of pain and trouble.
Staunch friends hid him while the hue17 and cry were heaviest, and careful surgical18 attention brought him back to life when he lay so close to death’s door that by the lifting of a hand he also might have lifted its latch19.
This fight, however, was not one of his own seeking, nor one which he could have avoided without the exhibition of a quality he never had known anything about and never could know anything about—physical cowardice20.
255 Jesse James, emaciated21, tottering22 as he walked, fighting what seemed to everyone a hopeless battle—of “the skeleton boy against skeleton death”—joined his mother in Nebraska and returned with her to their home near Kearney, in Clay County. His wound would not heal, and more ominous23 still, every now and then there was a hemorrhage.
In the spring of 1866 he was just barely able to mount a horse and ride a bit. And he did ride, but he rode armed, watchful24, vigilant25, haunted. He might be killed, waylaid26, ambuscaded, assassinated27; but he would be killed with his eyes open and his pistols about him.
The hunt for this maimed and emaciated Guerrilla culminated28 on the night of February 18th, 1867. On this night an effort was made to kill him. Five militiamen, well armed and mounted, came to his mother’s house and demanded admittance. The weather was bitterly cold, and Jesse James, parched29 with fever, was tossing wearily in bed. His pistols were under his head. His step-father. Dr. Samuels, heard the militiamen as they walked upon the front porch, and demanded to know what they wanted. They told him to open the door. He came up to Jesse’s room and asked him what he should do. “Help me to the window,” was the low, calm reply, “that I may look out.” He did so.
There was snow on the ground and the moon was shining. He saw that all the horses hitched30 to the256 fence had on cavalry31 saddles, and then he knew that the men were soldiers. He had but one of two things to do—drive them away or die.
Incensed32 at the step-father’s silence, they were hammering at the door with the butts33 of their muskets34 and calling out to Jesse to come down stairs, swearing that they knew he was in the house, and that they would have him out, dead or alive.
He went down stairs softly, having first dressed himself, crept close up to the front door and listened until from the talk of the men he thought he was able to get a fairly accurate pistol range. Then he put a heavy dragoon pistol to within three inches of the upper panel of the door and fired. A man cried out and fell. Before the surprise was off he threw the door wide open, and with a pistol in each hand began a rapid fusillade. A second man was killed as he ran, two men were wounded severely35, and surrendered, while the fifth marauder, terrified, yet unhurt, rushed swiftly to his horse and escaped in the darkness.
What else could Jesse James have done? In those evil days bad men in bands were doing bad things continually in the name of the law, order and vigilance committees.
He had been a desperate Guerrilla; he had fought under a black flag, he had made a name for terrible prowess along the border; he had survived dreadful wounds; it was known that he would fight at any hour257 or in any way; he could not be frightened out from his native county; he could be neither intimidated36 nor robbed, and hence the wanton war waged upon Jesse and Frank James, and this is the reason they became outlaws37, and hence the reason also that—outlaws as they were and proscribed38 in county, or state or territory—they had more friends than the officers who hunted them, and more defenders39 than the armed men who sought to secure their bodies, dead or alive.
The future of the Youngers after the war was similar to the Jameses. Cole was in California when the surrender came, and he immediately accepted the situation. He returned to Missouri, determined40 to forget the past, and fixed41 in his purpose to reunite the scattered42 members of his once prosperous and happy family, and prepare and make comfortable a home for his stricken and suffering mother.
Despite everything that has been said and written of this man, he was, during all the border warfare43, a generous and merciful man. Others killed and that in any form or guise44 or fashion; he alone in open and honorable battle. His heart was always kind, and his sympathies always easily aroused. He not only took prisoners himself, but he treated them afterwards as prisoners, and released them to rejoin commands that spared nothing alive of Guerrilla associations that fell into their hands.
258 He was the oldest son, and all the family looked up to him. His mother had been driven out of Cass County into Jackson, out of Jackson into Lafayette, and out of Lafayette into Jackson again. Not content with butchering the father in cold blood, the ravenous45 cut-throats and thieves followed the mother with a malignity46 unparalleled. Every house she owned or inhabited was burnt, every outbuilding, every rail, every straw stack, every corn pen, every pound of food and every store of forage47. Her stock was stolen. Her household goods were even appropriated. She had no place to lay her head that could be called her own, and but for the kindness and Christianity of her devoted48 neighbors, she must have suffered greatly.
At this time Coleman and James returned to Missouri and went hopefully and bravely to work. Their father’s land remained to them. That at least had neither been set fire to nor hauled away in wagons50, nor driven into Kansas.
Western Missouri was then full of disbanded Federal soldiers, organized squads51 of predatory Redlegs and Jayhawkers, horse thieves disguised as vigilance committees, and highway robbers known as law and order men.
In addition, Drake’s constitution disfranchised every property owner along the border. An honest man could not officially stand between the helpless of his community and the imported lazzaroni who preyed259 upon them; a decent man’s voice could not be heard above the clamor of the beggars quarreling over stolen plunder52; and a just man’s expostulations penetrated53 never into the councils of the chief scoundrels who planned the murders and the robberies.
Coleman Younger’s work was like the work of a pioneer in the wilderness54, but he did it as became the hardy55 descendants of a stalwart race of pioneers. He cut logs and built a comfortable log house for his mother. He made rails and fenced in his land. In lieu of horses or mules56, he plowed57 with oxen. He stayed steadfastly58 at home. He heard rumors59 of threats being made against his life, but he paid no attention to them. He took part in no political meetings. He tried to hide himself and be forgotten.
The bloodhounds were on his track, however, and swore either to kill him or drive him from the country. A vigilance committee composed of skulking60 murderers and red-handed robbers went one night to surprise the two brothers and end the hunt with a massacre61. Forewarned, James and Coleman fled. The family were wantonly insulted, and a younger brother, John, a mere62 boy, was brutally63 beaten and then hung until life was almost extinct. This was done to force him to tell the whereabouts of James and Coleman.
Mrs. Younger never entirely64 recovered from the shock of that night’s work, lingering along hopelessly yet patiently for several months and finally dying in260 the full assurance of the Christian’s blessed hereafter.
The death of this persecuted woman, however, did not end the persecution65. Cole Younger was repeatedly waylaid and fired at. His stock was killed through mere deviltry, or driven off to swell66 the gains of insatiable wolves. His life was in hourly jeopardy67, as was the life of his brother James. They plowed in the fields as men who saw suspended above them a naked sword blade. They permitted no light to be lit in the house at night. They traveled the public highway warily68. They were hunted men and proscribed men in the midst of their own people. They were chased away from their premises69 by armed men. Once Cole was badly wounded by the bullet of an assassin. Once, half dressed, he had to flee for his life. If he made a crop, he was not permitted to gather it and when something of a success might have come to him after the expenditure70 of so much toil71, energy, long-suffering and forbearance, he was not let alone in peace long enough to utilize72 his returns and make out of his resources their legitimate73 gains.
Of course there could be but one ending to all this long and unbroken series of malignant74 persecutions, lying-in-wait, midnight surprises, perpetual robbings, and most villainous assaults and attempted murders—Coleman and James Younger left home and left Jackson County. They buckled75 on their pistols and rode away to Texas, resolved from that time on to protect themselves,261 to fight when they were attacked, and to make it so hot for the assassins and the detectives who were eternally on their track that by and by the contract taken to murder them would be a contract not particularly conducive76 to steady investments. They were hounded to it.
They endured every species of insult and attack, and would have still continued to endure it in silence and almost non-resistance if such forbearance had mitigated77 in any manner the virulence78 of their enemies, or brought any nearer to an appeasement79 the merciless fate which seemed to be eternally at their heels. The peaceful pursuits of life were denied them. The law which should have protected them was overridden80. Indeed, there was no law. The courts were instruments of plunder. The civil officers were cutthroats. Instead of a legal process, there was a vigilance committee. Men were hung because of a very natural desire to keep hold of their own property. To the cruel vigor81 of actual war, there had succeeded the irresponsible despotism of greedy highwaymen buttressed82 upon assassination83. The border counties were overrun with bands of predatory plunderers. Some Confederate soldiers dared not return home and many Guerrillas fled the country. It was dark everywhere, and the bravest held their breath, not knowing how much longer they would be permitted to remain peacefully at home, or suffered to enjoy the fruits of the labors84 they had endured.
262 Fortunately for all, however, the well nigh extinct embers of a merciless border war were not blown upon long enough and persistently85 enough to kindle86 another conflagration87.
But neither the Jameses nor the Youngers had been permitted to rest long at any one time since the surrender of the Confederate armies. Some dastardly deeds had been done against them, too, in the name of the law. Take for example, Pinkerton’s midnight raid upon the house of Mrs. Zerelda Samuels, mother of the James boys. The family was wrapped in profound sleep. Only women and children were about the premises, and an old man long past his prime. The cowards—how many is not accurately88 known, probably a dozen—crept close to this house through the midnight, surrounded it, found its inmates89 asleep, and threw into the kitchen where an old negress was in bed with her children, a lighted hand grenade, wrapped about with flannel90 saturated91 with turpentine. The lurid92 light from this inflammable fluid awakened93 the negro woman and she in turn awakened the sleeping whites. They rushed to subdue94 the flames and save their property. Children were gathered together in the kitchen, little things, helpless and terrified. All of a sudden there was a terrible explosion. Mrs. Samuels’ right arm was blown off above the elbow, a bright little boy, eight years old, had his bowels95 torn out. Dr. Samuels was seriously cut and hurt, the old negro263 woman was maimed, and several of the other children more or less injured. The hand grenade had done its work, and there had been a tragedy performed by men calling themselves civilized96, in the midst of a peaceful community and upon a helpless family of women and children and what would have disgraced Nero or made some of the monstrous97 murders of Diocletian was as white is to black. Yet Pinkerton’s paid assassins did this because his paid assassins knew better how to kill women and children than armed men in open combat.
Dear Reader, what would you have done under the same circumstances? Put yourself in the Jameses’ and Youngers’ places, and think it over.
When Jesse James was killed at St. Joseph, Missouri, Governor Crittenden, then governor of the state of Missouri, wired me to know if I would go up and identify him.
I wired him I would, providing I could go armed.
He answered, “Perfectly satisfactory to me. Meet me at union Station, Kansas City, Missouri, tomorrow morning.”
I secured several of my old Guerrilla friends to accompany the Governor and myself to St. Joseph, Missouri, unbeknown to the Governor, however, for I did not know how I stood with the people at St. Joseph. I was just playing safety first. I met the Governor at the depot98. He asked me what attitude I thought Frank James would take towards him for offering a reward264 and having Jesse killed. I told him “If Frank wanted to kill him for revenge, he surely would.”
He looked pale, but not half so pale as he did the day Frank surrendered. A heavy reward hanging over Frank James’ head, he made his way past the guards and sergeant-at-arms, stationed at the Governor’s mansion99 at Jefferson City, the capital of Missouri, and surrendered to Governor Crittenden in his office. On entering his office, Frank said:
“Is this Governor Crittenden?”
“Yes,” was the reply.
“This is Frank James. I came to surrender,” at the same time pulling two heavy dragoon pistols and handing them to the Governor. “Here are arms, Governor, but not all I have, nor will I give them up until I know you will give me protection.”
Frank told me afterwards that “Governor Crittenden’s face will never be whiter when he is dead than it was the day I surrendered.”
I identified Jesse James at St. Joseph, Missouri, to the Governor’s entire satisfaction. Since then it has been said that Jesse was still alive and that it was a wax figure that was buried, but this is all a lie.
There is one good act the James boys did while they were outlaws.
A southern widow woman some time soon after the war had mortgaged her farm to an old Redleg who had moved from Lawrence, Kansas, to Kansas City.
265 When the loan expired he drove out to see her and informed her that if she did not have the money by ten o’clock the next morning he would foreclose.
Soon after he had left, up rode Jesse and Frank James, and found the lady crying and taking on. They inquired what was wrong, and she related the whole story.
Frank said, “You send your son in the morning and tell the old Federal to bring all releases and all papers fully49 signed and you will pay him in full. Jesse and I will let you have the money.”
Next morning the boy went with the message, and in the evening out came the old Federal in his bus with his negro driver, drove up to the house, went in, and the lady paid him in full with cash, getting all releases and papers fixed up. The old man bowed and scraped and, tipping his hat, said, “Goodbye, lady,” and he and his “nigger” driver started back to Kansas City. When but a few hundred yards or so from the house and close to a ravine, Jesse and Frank held him up and relieved him of the money they had loaned the lady, together with all the rest he had for interest.
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During the World War, in conversation with friends, I told them to take away from Germany her airplanes, gases and machine guns, and if it were possible to call Quantrell’s old band together, of which at no time were there over three hundred and fifty men, all told, under Todd, Poole, Yager, Anderson, Younger, Jarrett, Haller, Quantrell and myself, I could take these three hundred and fifty men and go to Berlin in a gallop100, for history does not now and never will know the power there was in the Quantrell band. It has been given up long ago that they were the most fighting devils the world has ever known or ever will know.
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virulence
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conflagration
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mansion
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