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Introduction xxv
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Database Programming Using JDBC, SQLJ,
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Database Programming with Web Services xxix
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Foreword
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my revolver, which I did in an instant. As soon as the German saw
me he sprang to his feet, let his old gun fall to the ground and threw
up his hands. Seeing that I was dressed in Federal uniform, he
immediately cried out that he was “all right,” and began in a hurried,
broken gibberish to give an account of himself; that he was from De
Soto, and was going to a saw mill west of Potosi; that he was a
discharged Union soldier; that Sam Hildebrand was in the country
about De Soto, and that he was afraid to stay there on that account.
At this I advanced toward him and extended my hand, saying as I
did so that I was really a little frightened, that I thought he was Sam
Hildebrand himself when I first saw him; that I would not hurt him if
he was a Union man, but that I came very near shooting him under
the mistaken idea that he was Hildebrand. He laughed heartily at the
coincident and was quite merry over the happy turn that the affair
had taken.
I told him that I had some men stationed back in the woods on one
of Hildebrand‘s old trails, and that he could go with me and form one
of my party for the day, to which he gladly consented, manifesting a
great deal of gratitude. As we made our way cautiously to the camp
through the thick brush I told him that he was running a great risk in
traveling through that portion of country, for it was one of
Hildebrand‘s main passways.
While the sun was yet an hour high we started on our way, keeping
in the woods until dark, then passing west of Potosi, by traveling all
night, we reached a point near the town of Centreville, in Reynolds
county, where we obtained feed for ourselves and horses.
In traveling down Black river late one evening we ran into a squad of
Federals, six in number, whom we charged in a furious manner, firing
on them with our revolvers. They did not return our fire, but ran
most gloriously. We killed one and captured two more; those we
captured stated that they belonged to Leeper‘s command; this being
the case of course we shot them.
We took their horses and arms, made another night‘s journey, and
arrived safely in Green county, Arkansas. There I found a dispatch
for me from Gen. Sterling Price, requesting me to take charge of the
advance guard of his army, as he was “going up to possess
Missouri,” to which I most gladly consented on conditions that I
would be released as soon as we should reach the vicinity of my old
home on Big river.
CHAPTER XXX.
Commanded the advance guard in Price‘s raid.—The Federals
burn Doniphan.—Routed them completely.—Captured some at
Patterson.—Killed Abright at Farmington.—Left Price‘s army.—
Killed four Federals.—Maj. Montgomery storms Big River Mills.—
Narrow escape from capture.
On the day before Maj. Montgomery routed the new recruits at Big
River Mills, I went with some men to Cadet on the railroad and took
from the store of Mr. Kellerman a wagon load of goods which I
delivered up to Maj. Berryman, who distributed them among his
men. Maj. Montgomery, with two companies of the Sixth Missouri
Cavalry, struck our trail and followed us nearly into camp; but when
he ran into the pickets they obeyed the orders I had previously
given, and ran in a different direction from the camp, thereby
leading the Federals away from our squad of raw recruits, and giving
them time to escape. I was not at Big River Mills when Montgomery
stormed the place, but was at St. Joseph Lead Mines, when he
passed. I was sitting on my horse talking to a lady, when the first
thing that I saw of them they were within a few yards of me; I
assumed an air of unconcern and continued the conversation; on
discovering that they were eyeing me very closely, I turned my horse
and rode within a few feet of the column in the direction they were
going, talking back to the lady until I was too far off to continue the
conversation. I then found myself near a lieutenant whom I
addressed as captain, asking him in a very awkward manner if he
was going to Big River Mills to drive the Rebels off, which he
answered in the affirmative. I told him that I would like to help if I
had a gun, but he told me very curtly that he wanted no men who
were not drilled. My horse seemed to be a little lame and I gradually
fell back, talking all the time to the man opposite me until the last
one had passed. I kicked and “cussed” my horse to try to keep up
but I could not do it. On getting about one hundred yards behind I
availed myself of an opportunity at a turn in the road and took to the
woods; the lameness of my horse was very much improved, but I
could not beat them into the town; however, I knew that the pickets
would lead them off some other way. They did so, but were
overtaken and killed at the ford above the mill pond.
The new recruits were within hearing of the guns and “broke for tall
timber.” The short sojourn of the Confederate forces in Missouri was
indeed a severe blow to the course I had marked out for myself. In
my excited imagination I had raised the veil and looked down the
vista of time, beheld the Southern arms triumphant, our country
again restored to peace and prosperity, and my little family and my
aged mother leaning upon my arm for support at the old homestead,
surrounded by all the endearments of our once happy days. But I
was awakened from my dream by the unhappy termination of Price‘s
raid; it impressed my mind very forcibly with the fact that the people
of Missouri were tired of the war and would sacrifice but little more
at the shrine of their political convictions. In fact a large majority of
them were compelled by circumstances beyond their control to
remain at home and take their chances. The atrocities committed in
their midst by men professing Union sentiments finally failed to elicit
from them a casual remark.
When the war began, the American people were untutored in regard
to the cruelties of war; in fact, I am inclined to the opinion that there
was not a nation upon earth which had formed the most remote
conception of the cruelties of the American people, with all their
boasted moral and religious training. Even the words of political bias
expressed in times of peace, many years before the war
commenced, while yet almost the whole nation was of the same
opinion, were treasured up and resurrected against certain citizens,
for which their lives were taken.
They took him out of the yard, when a Federal soldier by the name
of Robert Manning shot him through the head.
Believing that the German informer was the most guilty one in this
transaction, I was willing to attempt his capture even at this
inclement season of the year.
After we had all got over we built a fire, dried our clothes and
camped for the night.
Swan did not feel well the next morning, so he concluded to make
an effort to get back to headquarters, while we proceeded on with
our journey, traveling only twenty or twenty-five miles per day,
stopping with our friends on the way.
I left one of my men with the horses, and taking the other, I went
into town and knocked at the door, our call was answered by a lady
who innocently told us that the man for whom we inquired had gone
to St. Louis, at which we politely bid her good night and left the
town. We hurried on to Castor creek to the house of a friend whose
hospitalities we enjoyed for several days, while we were endeavoring
by every means in our power to take in a certain man who lived in
that neighborhood; but the excitement we had raised by squelching
the German rendered our intended victim very shy. Finally we went
to his house just after dark one night and called for him, but his wife
declared that he was not at home. We made a diligent search
through every room, but not finding him we started for Cape
Girardeau county for the purpose of obtaining some supplies for the
winter. We succeeded in getting all that we could conveniently pack,
and started for Arkansas. We saw but one squad of Federals on our
homeward trip; we were passing through Stoddard county, east of
Bloomfield, when a party of about ten came up behind us, but they
fired upon us before they got near enough to do any harm, and by
taking to the woods we made our escape. They might easily have
compelled us to throw away our goods to facilitate our flight, if they
had felt disposed to continue the pursuit. As it was they never got in
sight of us any more, and although our horses were much jaded we
made very good time until dark and then proceeded on more slowly.
We swam the St. Francis without much trouble and landed home
safely.
I found my wife and children well, but Mr. Swan, whom I had
rescued from the turbid waters of the St. Francis had sickened and
died during our absence, and had been buried a few hours before
our arrival.
CHAPTER XXXII.
Started with eight men on a trip to Arkansas river.—Hung a
“Scallawag” on White river—Went into Conway county.—
Treachery of a negro on Point Remove.—“Foot burning”
atrocities.—Started back and hung a renegade.
During the early part of the winter of 1864, several persons from the
vicinity of Lewisburg, Arkansas, came to our Headquarters and
reported trouble with the negroes and scallawags in that part of the
State.
I sanctioned the report heartily, and told him that it was bound to
win. He then remarked to the negroes that any assistance they could
render him in the way of money matters, would be thankfully
received, as he was working for their good alone. They contributed
all the money they had, which I think amounted to about six dollars.
I arose to depart, stating that I had promised to take dinner with
some colored friends about a mile from there, and insisted that my
“brother missionary” accompany me, to which he readily consented.
During our walk he laid before me many of his plots and plans,
which fully convinced me that he designated to excite the minds of
the negroes with the hope of ultimately expelling all the white
people from the State, except their immediate friends from the
North.
About one o‘clock in the night we saw two negroes approaching the
smoke house very cautiously; after some little time they succeeded
in removing a log, when one of them crawled in. We made an
attempt to arrest the one on the outside, but he got away, followed
by two shots, which, however, missed him. A great consternation
was produced in the house, and out the old man came with a light.
On taking our prisoner out he made a clean breast of it; he
confessed that he belonged to a band of eight negroes, who were
camped on the bank of Arkansas river, between Point Remove and
Gilmore‘s Landing; that they were led by a white man, and were in
the habit of robbing white people, and making them tell where their
money was concealed by burning their feet.
For this trick the body of a dead negro was soon discovered floating
down the muddy river.
After remaining in the woods a few miles from Lewisburg for several
days without being able to do any good toward ferreting out the
“foot-burners,” we started back through Van Buren and Izard
counties without molesting any one until we got near a little town
called Mount Olive, where we captured a man whom we accidentally
met in the road. Several of my men knew him, and stated that he
had been run off from Bloomfield, Missouri, for professing loyalty
during the second year of the war, and thus betraying the confidence
his neighbors had hitherto placed in him. He was also accused of
having had a man shot near Bloomfield, by reporting on him; this
accusation he virtually acknowledged after we had captured him.
We took him a few hundred yards from the road, hung him to a
limb, and proceeded on through Lawrence county to our old
headquarters.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
Gloomy prospects for the South. Takes a trip to Missouri with
four men. Saved from capture by a woman. Visits his mother on
Big river. Robs the store of J. V. Tyler at Big River Mills.—Escapes
to Arkansas.
I had a long conversation with Capt. Bolin, who had just returned
from an expedition on the head waters of Current river, concerning
the probable termination of the war.
“Well, Captain! what‘s the news from the North? Are they ready to
give it up yet?”
“I thought so! I knew they could not hold out much longer; I
suppose we have killed nearly half of them; I hope they will grin and
bear it until we get another swipe at them!”
“I rather think they will! but Sam, it is the South which is going
under; her fate is already sealed.”
“Ah, Captain, you get that from your Yankee papers; I can‘t believe
anything that they contain.”
Our friend was from home; he had gone toward Springfield to look
after his son whom he feared had been murdered by some of the
roving bands of Federals. We learned from the good woman that
none of the enemy had passed that road for a long time; so feeling
perfectly safe we repaired to the barn intending to get a little sleep,
but took the precaution to crawl up into the loft and over the hay
into a low place near the wall.
The barn floor below us was soon full of them, and in a few minutes
eight or ten of them crawled up through the window on to the hay
and rolled up in their blankets, between us and the window. Our
escape seemed impossible; we could not slip out at the window
without stepping on the soldiers; we might indeed lay still and
escape detection for a while, but we knew full well that as soon as it
was light enough they would load their wagon with the hay and be
sure to discover us. For once I was at my wit‘s end.
In this predicament we lay for two long hours, when all at once we
heard the alarm of fire; our good woman was calling lustily for help.
In the corner of the yard about fifty feet from the house there stood
a little cabin that had once been her dwelling house but which was
now used as a kind of receptacle for old boxes and barrels.
This house was in flames, and we learned afterwards that she set it
on fire herself to draw the soldiers from the barn so that we might
effect our escape. In this she succeeded admirably; every one broke
for the fire and prevented it from catching the main building, while
we made our escape without any trouble whatever. We took a long
breath of relief, mounted our horses and made one good night‘s
travel. Passing near the town of Buford then west of Fredericktown,
we arrived in the vicinity of Flat Woods and remained concealed in a
thick forest during the day. In the evening, two of my men who were
dressed in Federal uniform, wandered off from the camp and were
discovered by a citizen named John Myers, who mistook them for
Union soldiers and immediately commenced telling them how, thus
far, he had succeeded in deceiving the Rebels. He handed them a
sheet of paper on which he had written out a full report of his
success in ferreting out the friends of Sam Hildebrand in that
neighborhood. He stated that he was in the habit of reporting to the
Rebels also, and to prove the matter he drew from his pocket a half
worn paper purporting to be an account of the Federal movements
in that section of country. He manifested a great desire for my
capture, and when they told him that I had actually been captured
and was a prisoner at their camp near by, he waved his hat and
shouted like an Indian. They brought him into camp to satisfy his
curiosity; but on discovering that I was not tied he started to retreat,
but was stopped by my men. As soon as night began to approach
we shot him and proceeded on toward Big river, but stopped in the
pinery northwest from Farmington, where we remained two days.
On leaving there we took supper with a friend near Big River Mills
and proceeded down the river to the old Hildebrand homestead.
During Price‘s raid into that section of country I left word for my
enemies that they should build my mother another house at the old
homestead in lieu of the one they had burned, otherwise, I would
burn the last one of them out. Some of my friends however, seeing
that they were slow about commencing it, and wishing perhaps to
screen them, met together and in a very short time built her a cabin,
which answered her purpose very well for a temporary abode. Into
this cabin she removed, and there I found her on the night of March
6th, 1865. I left my men and horses in a secure place near by, and
quietly approached the premises where once had been the happy
home of my childhood. It was late in the night when I called at the
door, but my mother had not yet retired; knowing my voice she laid
her spectacles upon her open bible where she had been reading,
and softly opened the door. Her motherly arms entwined around my
neck, the same arms that had so often lulled me to sleep in my
innocent childhood, that had so often clasped me to her bosom and
made me feel secure from all the dangers and storms of life. My
heart beat strangely as all those dear scenes and all the events of
my life in one short minute crowded through my memory. I could
not help contrasting her own condition at that happy period with the
cheerless present. As she took her seat I could not help noticing the
calm serenity of her countenance; a quiet resignation seemed to
pervade her nature. Considering the terrible loss that her kind heart
had sustained in the cruel death of her three boys, and in the utter
uprooting of all her cherished hopes in this world, I was at a loss to
account for it, and was about to express my wonder when she
seemed to divine my thoughts before my question was formed, and
with a slight motion of her hand toward the bible, she said in a
faltering tone: “My dear boy! you are more unhappy than I am!” The
remark was so true, that I wished I had the power to obliterate the
past, and to commence life again as a little frolicsome boy around
my mother‘s chair.
I remained with her most of the time during the next day. It was her
impression that the war was near its close; that the triumph of the
Union cause was almost complete, and she insisted strongly that
when the Southern soldiers should lay down their arms, that I with
the rest would yield obedience to the government and claim its
protection.
But it was necessary that I and my men should take some goods
with us, for our families, at this time, were rather needy; and
believing that friends as well as foes should bear a part of the
burden of our suffering families, inasmuch as all our energies had
been directed to the accomplishment of an object which they so
strenuously contended was right, we concluded to make a small raid
into the town of Big River Mills that my friends might still know we
were on the war path. We started late in the evening and kept along
the main road, arriving in town between sundown and dark. We
went to the store of J. Y. Tyler, and helped ourselves to such articles
as we actually needed. After mounting our horses we did not remain
long to see the balance of our friends, but hurried on all that night
to get as far beyond the gravel road at night as possible.
We lay up to rest ourselves during the day; but about two o‘clock in
the evening, we discovered a considerable force of Federals on our
track; they came to the place where our trail commenced winding
around the hill, and there they began to move very cautiously.
I plainly saw from their movements that they had learned my trick of
making a circuit before camping; this being the case I determined to
escape by the same knowledge. We started very cautiously down
the hill in an opposite direction, rode about three miles, made
another circuit and went on in a great hurry. Every few miles we
made a similar curve, but continued on, and by the time they had
crept cautiously up to the last place we were far beyond their reach.
About the first of April, 1865, I started to Missouri with four men,
one of whom was Tom Haile. We passed west of Bloomfield, and
made an attempt to take in a German living in the edge of Wayne
county, whose name I never could pronounce. He had rendered
himself rather obnoxious to us by his officiousness in carrying news
to the Federal authorities.
The firing became very rapid. In riding through the thick tangled
brush I made too much noise, and the first thing I knew I was
completely surrounded, though their lines as yet were at some
distance.
Mounting the best looking horse I could find by the dim light of the
moon, I started toward Fredericktown in a great hurry; but when out
of danger I changed my course for Simms‘ mountain in St. Francois
county, the place designated for our meeting in case of trouble.
I rode all night and a part of the next day by myself before I
reached our place of rendezvous. My men were not there, and as
the day wore away I began to fear that some misfortune had
befallen them; but they made their appearance after dark, and
reported that the Federals had given them a severe chase;
immediately after which they met a squad of Federals who chased
them the other way.
This was good news, for it would enable us to make a raid on Big
river in broad daylight with perfect impunity. We passed down Flat
river during the latter part of the night, crossed Big river at the Haile
Ford and rode into town just as the sun was rising. Finding no goods
there that suited us we continued along the main road until we got
to the residence of our good Union friend, Robert Hill. We wished to
make him a friendly visit and swap off some of our horses, for Tom
Haile dissuaded me from doing him any personal injury.
I took two of his best horses and left two in their place; we charged
him some boot, but had to take it in clothing and such articles from
the house as we could make use of.
On leaving there we turned south and passed along the most public
road four or five miles until we came to Nesbit Orton‘s. We took a
fancy to a couple of mares that some neighbors had there, one
belonging to Tom Highley and the other to Tom Crunkleton. The
mare, however, which we took from the latter did not like Rebels, for
on getting a few miles I concluded that she would make a splendid
war horse; but she threw all my men, one at a time, and when I was
about to try my luck she gave a snort, broke away from us and
made her escape.
Tom Haile had remained behind to visit some of his friends on Big
river, and did not overtake us until we got to Cook settlement.
On calling him out I gave him a hearty shake of the hand, and
inquired if he had learned anything more about that man Madkins he
was telling me about at the Knob; at this the old negro imagined
that he recognized me as Col. ——, and asked me what I had done
with my shoulder-straps; to which I replied that I wanted to find out
a few things for myself, and enjoined secrecy on him in regard to my
disguised appearance.
After going about two miles I shot old Jim, but took the boy on with
us.
On reaching the St. Francis we found it still out of its banks; we,
however, succeeded in swimming it by resting our horses on an
island about half way. From there we arrived safely at home, and for
the first time in my life I owned a negro. I was to all intents and
purposes a genuine slaveholder.
Immediately after I left Big river on my last raid, Robert Hill became
satisfied that, as I took his horses, he could no longer pass himself
off for a Rebel and a Union man at the same time. He was a
member both of the “Knights of the Golden Circle” and the “Union
League.” A few days after I “swapped horses” with him, he went
before the provost marshal, at Potosi, and represented that in
consequence of his Union sentiments he could not live at home on
Big river without a band of soldiers for his protection.
Thwarted again in his designs, he was left a few days to muse over
his misfortunes; but a bright idea finally came to his relief: He would
expose the “Knights of the Golden Circle,” and consign his brother
members to an indiscriminate butchery!
The war was nearly at an end; the Union cause was about to
triumph; and one string was enough to play on during the balance of
the struggle. He would startle the world by his disclosures; the earth
should be dumbfounded, and mankind should stand aghast at the
magnitude of his revelations! He sought and obtained a private
interview with the provost marshal. At this time the sun was
serenely smiling upon the earth; spring had just made her advent,
and was strewing garlands of flowers along the meadows and sunny
hillsides, as if nothing was about to happen; and men throughout
the world, unmindful of what was about to take place, were plodding
on in their daily pursuits.
All things being now ready, he told the marshal that he was a
member of the Union League. This announcement was a satisfactory
proof of his loyalty, for this Northern KuKlux League was instituted to
save the National Union secretly.
He then stated that, for the good of his country, he had also joined
the Knights of the Golden Circle; that the Circle met at the house of
Joseph Herrod, on Big river, and that many of the leading men in
that neighborhood were members.
The patriotic motives of Robert Hill will be very apparent to the
reader, when I state that at the outbreak of the rebellion, when he
joined the Golden Circle, he was a slaveholder, and utterly pro-
slavery in sentiment.
How pure, then, must have been his motives when, for the good of
his country, even at that early day, he bound himself with oaths like
adamant for the purpose of finally exposing the Circle, as soon as it
should have run its race and become defunct!
Brown and his men put a rope around his neck, and tried to frighten
him into a belief that he would be hung unless he confirmed Hill‘s
statements. But Buck was a brave man, and answered “no” to each
one of Hill‘s accusations against his neighbors.
Finally they told him that he was now about to be hung, and
appealed to him to know if he did not love his wife and children, and
urged him just to say “yes,” and live; but the old man replied: “Well,
Massa, I does know some little things; but I‘s gwine to take it all to
t‘other world with me!” Neither persuasions, threats, the glittering of
bayonets, nor the prospect of death, could make him divulge
anything.
The color of his skin, however, saved his life, and his tormentors had
nothing to do but to return to camp. During the night following he
gave warning to those whom he knew to be in danger.
On the next day, May 14, 1865, Lieut. Brown took four men, rode up
to the house of Mr. Joseph Herrod, and found him at home. They
ordered him to get his horse and go with them to Farmington. He
did so, but on getting half a mile from the house, they took him
twenty or thirty steps from the road and shot him through the back
of the head. There they left him, where he was found the next day.
Before proceeding any further with the slaughter, Lieut. Brown went
and consulted with Franklin Murphy, who told him that the whole
matter was the result of a neighborhood difficulty, which did not
warrant Federal interference in any manner whatever.
Brown and his men, during their stay on Big river, were engaged in a
wholesale robbery and plunder of the citizens, taking their property
without even a promise to pay. Their depredations were even more
intolerable than the same number of hostile Indians would have
been; but after Brown had been better informed as to the true
nature of affairs he became half civilized, and on taking property he
gave government vouchers. These debts against the government,
however, were finally rejected, the people having been reported as
disloyal. Even the widow Baker lost over one hundred dollars by
some one reporting her as a Southern sympathizer.
After feasting off of the neighborhood for about two months, Brown
and his infamous band of vandals took their departure. The
conspiracy, founded on the marvelous revelation of a broken oath,
and emanating from the fertile brain of base malignity, suddenly
collapsed.
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