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316 NOTED GUERRILLAS, OR
drum, impetuous as a boy and as eager, he espoused the cause
of the South and joined the 1st Missouri Confederate Infantry,
Bowen's immortal yet decimated regiment-that regiment
which Beauregard lifted his hat to as it was marching past-or,
rather, to what was left of it-after Shiloh, and exclaimed: "I
salute the 1st Missouri. I uncover to courage that has never
yet been surpassed."
In the infantry, however, McCoy would have dwindled into a
consumptive-for his chest was weak, and he had that hectic
flush, and that dry, short, rasping cough that were ominous.
He needed the air and the exercise of a Comanche. He had to
breath where there were no canvas houses, no shelter, no
covering save a blanket, and no habitation save the leaves on
the trees.
After Shiloh, the name and fame of Shelby were beginning to
fill the West, and there came to him, attracted by the unexam-
pled enterpise and heroism of the man, quite a large number of
daring spirits who asked only esprit du corps and a leader that
would fight every hour in every day for a year and a day.
Among them was Arthur McCoy, one of Bowen's best and
bravest-one whom he trusted and loved-but one whom he
knew had to go the long journey very soon if held in the
poisonous camps of an army, inactive and at rest. A tall,
gaunt man was Arthur McCoy, six feet and over,'a little stooped
about the shoulders, very long in the arms, having a stride like
a race-horse, and a nervous energy that was expending itself
even while he slept. All the lower face was massive-the lower
jaw especially square cut and huge. The eyes were of that
cold, glittering, penetrating blue that might be cruel as a ser-
pent's, soft and tender as the eyes of confidence or trust. When
the battle was dubious or desperate, or when the wreck was
darkest and thickest, and the dead lay rank and plentiful, the
eyes seemed to transform themselves and become absolutely
scintillant. About the man's whole nature, too, there was an
element of grotesqueness impossible to analyze. He sang little
snatches of song in battle; he rode out in advance of his own
skirmish line and challenged Federal skirmishers to single
combat; he would get down on his knees under fire the most
pitiless, uncover himself, and pray fervently beside some comrade
mortally wounded; he seemed never to have known w hat the mean-
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 | civm000003p0316 |
| Description | 316 NOTED GUERRILLAS, OR drum, impetuous as a boy and as eager, he espoused the cause of the South and joined the 1st Missouri Confederate Infantry, Bowen's immortal yet decimated regiment-that regiment which Beauregard lifted his hat to as it was marching past-or, rather, to what was left of it-after Shiloh, and exclaimed: "I salute the 1st Missouri. I uncover to courage that has never yet been surpassed." In the infantry, however, McCoy would have dwindled into a consumptive-for his chest was weak, and he had that hectic flush, and that dry, short, rasping cough that were ominous. He needed the air and the exercise of a Comanche. He had to breath where there were no canvas houses, no shelter, no covering save a blanket, and no habitation save the leaves on the trees. After Shiloh, the name and fame of Shelby were beginning to fill the West, and there came to him, attracted by the unexam- pled enterpise and heroism of the man, quite a large number of daring spirits who asked only esprit du corps and a leader that would fight every hour in every day for a year and a day. Among them was Arthur McCoy, one of Bowen's best and bravest-one whom he trusted and loved-but one whom he knew had to go the long journey very soon if held in the poisonous camps of an army, inactive and at rest. A tall, gaunt man was Arthur McCoy, six feet and over,'a little stooped about the shoulders, very long in the arms, having a stride like a race-horse, and a nervous energy that was expending itself even while he slept. All the lower face was massive-the lower jaw especially square cut and huge. The eyes were of that cold, glittering, penetrating blue that might be cruel as a ser- pent's, soft and tender as the eyes of confidence or trust. When the battle was dubious or desperate, or when the wreck was darkest and thickest, and the dead lay rank and plentiful, the eyes seemed to transform themselves and become absolutely scintillant. About the man's whole nature, too, there was an element of grotesqueness impossible to analyze. He sang little snatches of song in battle; he rode out in advance of his own skirmish line and challenged Federal skirmishers to single combat; he would get down on his knees under fire the most pitiless, uncover himself, and pray fervently beside some comrade mortally wounded; he seemed never to have known w hat the mean- |
| Source | Noted Guerrillas, or the Warfare on the Border |
| Type | Books and monographs |
| Format | JPEG |
| Identifier | civm000003p0316.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 |
