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THE WARFARE OF THE BORDER 139
carrying instead of one pistol four, they arrived about dusk at
the picquet post on the Westport and Kansas City road, They
were not even halted. The uniform was the passport; to get in
did not require a countersign. A little south of where the
residence of Col. Milt. McGee now stands, the six Guerrillas
dismounted and left their horses in charge of Traber, bidding
him to do the best he could if the worst came to the worst.
The city was royal with revelers. All the saloons were
crowded; in many places there was music; the patrols had been
doubled and were active and vigilant; comrade clinked glasses
with comrade, and Jayhawker drank fortune to Jayhawker.
The five Guerrillas, with their heavy cavalry overcoats but-
toned loosely about them, boldly walked down Main street and
into the thick of the Christmas revelry. Visiting this saloon and
that saloon they sat knee to knee with some of Jennison's most
bloodthirsty troopers, and drank confusion over and over again
to the cut-throat Quantrell and his bushwhacking crew. Imper-
ceptibly the night had waned. Todd knew several of the gang who
had waylaid and slain Col. Henry Younger, but hunt how he would
he could not find a single one. Entering near to midnight an
ordinary drinking place facing the public square, six soldiers
were discovered who sat at two tables playing cards-two at one
table and four at another. A man and a boy were behind the
bar. Todd, as he entered, spoke low to Younger: "Run to
cover at last. Five of the six men before you were in Walley's
crowd that murdered your father. How does your pulse beat?"
"Like an iron man's. I feel that I could kill the whole six
myself." They went up to the bar, called for whisky, and
invited the card-players to join them. If it was agreeable the
boy might bring them their whisky and the game could go on.
"Certainly," said Todd, with the purring of a tiger cat ready
for a spring, "that's what the boy is here for."
Over their whisky the Guerrillas whispered. Todd planned
the killing as good now as accomplished. Cunningham and
Clayton were to saunter carelessly up to the table where the
two players sat, and Todd, Younger and Taylor up to the table
of the four. The signal to get ready was: "Come, boys,
another drink," and the signal to'fire was: "Who said drink?"
Cole Younger was to give the first signal in his deep, resonant
voice, and Todd the last one. After the first each Guerrilla
Object Description
| Title | Noted guerrillas, or the warfare of the border |
| Author | Edwards, John N. (John Newman), 1839-1889 |
| Description | A history of the lives and adventures of Quantrell, Bill Aderson, George Todd, Dave Poole, Fletcher Taylor, Peyton Long, Oll Shepherd, Arch Clements, John Maupin, Tuch and Woot Hill, Wm. Gregg, Thomas Maupin, the James Brothers, the Younger Brothers, Arthur McCoy and numerous other well known guerrillas of the West |
| Subject.LCSH |
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Underground movements Missouri -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 Southwest, Old -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 Quantrill, William Clarke, 1837-1865 Kansas -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 Guerrillas |
| Subject.Local | Quantrell, William Clarke, 1837-1865; Quantrell, Charles William, 1837-1865; Quantrill, W. C. (William Clarke), 1837-1865; Hart, Charley, 1837-1865 Anderson, William T. |
| Coverage | United State -- Missouri |
| Source | St. Louis, Mo. : Bryan, Brand & Company, 1877. |
| Language | English |
| Date.Original | 1877 |
| Date.Digital | 2004 |
| Type |
Books and pamphlets |
| Format | JPEG |
| Collection Name | Civil War in Missouri - Monographs |
| Editorial Note | All blank pages have been eliminated |
| Publisher.Digital | University of Missouri Digital Library Production Services |
| Rights | These pages may be freely searched and displayed. Permission must be received for subsequent distribution in print or electronically. Please contact contributing institution for information. |
| Contributing Institution |
University of Missouri--Columbia. Libraries |
| Copy Request | Contact Ellis Library Special Collection, University of Missouri - Columbia at (573) 882-0076 or email: SpecialCollections@missouri.edu |
Description
| Title | civm000003p0139 |
| Description | THE WARFARE OF THE BORDER 139 carrying instead of one pistol four, they arrived about dusk at the picquet post on the Westport and Kansas City road, They were not even halted. The uniform was the passport; to get in did not require a countersign. A little south of where the residence of Col. Milt. McGee now stands, the six Guerrillas dismounted and left their horses in charge of Traber, bidding him to do the best he could if the worst came to the worst. The city was royal with revelers. All the saloons were crowded; in many places there was music; the patrols had been doubled and were active and vigilant; comrade clinked glasses with comrade, and Jayhawker drank fortune to Jayhawker. The five Guerrillas, with their heavy cavalry overcoats but- toned loosely about them, boldly walked down Main street and into the thick of the Christmas revelry. Visiting this saloon and that saloon they sat knee to knee with some of Jennison's most bloodthirsty troopers, and drank confusion over and over again to the cut-throat Quantrell and his bushwhacking crew. Imper- ceptibly the night had waned. Todd knew several of the gang who had waylaid and slain Col. Henry Younger, but hunt how he would he could not find a single one. Entering near to midnight an ordinary drinking place facing the public square, six soldiers were discovered who sat at two tables playing cards-two at one table and four at another. A man and a boy were behind the bar. Todd, as he entered, spoke low to Younger: "Run to cover at last. Five of the six men before you were in Walley's crowd that murdered your father. How does your pulse beat?" "Like an iron man's. I feel that I could kill the whole six myself." They went up to the bar, called for whisky, and invited the card-players to join them. If it was agreeable the boy might bring them their whisky and the game could go on. "Certainly," said Todd, with the purring of a tiger cat ready for a spring, "that's what the boy is here for." Over their whisky the Guerrillas whispered. Todd planned the killing as good now as accomplished. Cunningham and Clayton were to saunter carelessly up to the table where the two players sat, and Todd, Younger and Taylor up to the table of the four. The signal to get ready was: "Come, boys, another drink," and the signal to'fire was: "Who said drink?" Cole Younger was to give the first signal in his deep, resonant voice, and Todd the last one. After the first each Guerrilla |
| Source | Noted Guerrillas, or the Warfare on the Border |
| Type | Books and monographs |
| Format | JPEG |
| Identifier | civm000003p0139.jpg |
| Collection Name | Civil War in Missouri - Monographs |
| Editorial Note | All blank pages have been eliminated |
| Publisher.Digital | University of Missouri Digital Library Production Services |
| Rights | These pages may be freely searched and displayed. Permission must be received for subsequent distribution in print or electronically. Please contact koppk@umsystem.edu for more information. |
| Copy Request | Contact Ellis Library special collection at: SpecialCollections@missouri.edu |
