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344 NOTED GUERRILLAS, OR
the course he was going, so only he was going away from where
the three dead men lay, whose bodies were being hunted in
every direction. He did not care where he went so only it was
not back again towards Bradley's. Wounded as he was, and
weak as he was, he still held on to his pistols. Twenty rounds
yet remained to him, and twenty rounds to a desperate man at
best but little better than mortally wounded meant a consolation
almost equivalent to a rescue. The voices of men searching
carefully gained upon him as he crawled, gaine d rapidly and on
every hand. He reached a fence and essayed to surmount it.
Twice he fell back exhausted, his wounds burning as though so
many hot pointed things had been thrust therein. Militiamen
were in sight, coming straight towards him. He gathered in
his front some pieces of rotten wood, dry sticks, and such other
debris as might go to make a miserable barricade, laid easily to
hand his trusty pistols, maybe said a prayer or two, and then
felt himself ready to die. At this instant a furious fire from the
direction of Bradley's, a single yell, then a series of yells, then
a long, irregular, zigzag volley, halted as if petrified the Fed-
erals almost upon Stone, and turned them about and influenced
them back at the double-quick. What had happened? As
Stone crawled and bled and listened to the firing which became
weaker and weaker and finally ceased altogether, his mind kept
thinking and repeating: What has happened?
This had happened: George Fielding, a young soldier of
Shelby's old Brigade, scarcely turned of nineteen, wounded,
and at home on a furlough, knew and loved John Thomas in
boyish soldier fashion. Between them had been the fresh con-
fidences and the artless comminglings of youth. They had
rode side by side in battle. Together they had shared the same
blankets, endured the same cheerless bivouacs, stood the same
long picquet watches, were opposites in many things, and yet-
one supplying what the other needed-they drew thereby the
bond which united them closer and closer, and made what had
not been separated in life in death not disunited.
Fielding, in hearing of the guns at Bradley's, mounted his
horse at once and rode at a run for the point of combat. He
neither knew nor sought to understand the situation. He
neither drew rein nor slackened speed until he was upon the
enemy and in the midst of them fighting like some madman
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 | civm000003p0344 |
| Description | 344 NOTED GUERRILLAS, OR the course he was going, so only he was going away from where the three dead men lay, whose bodies were being hunted in every direction. He did not care where he went so only it was not back again towards Bradley's. Wounded as he was, and weak as he was, he still held on to his pistols. Twenty rounds yet remained to him, and twenty rounds to a desperate man at best but little better than mortally wounded meant a consolation almost equivalent to a rescue. The voices of men searching carefully gained upon him as he crawled, gaine d rapidly and on every hand. He reached a fence and essayed to surmount it. Twice he fell back exhausted, his wounds burning as though so many hot pointed things had been thrust therein. Militiamen were in sight, coming straight towards him. He gathered in his front some pieces of rotten wood, dry sticks, and such other debris as might go to make a miserable barricade, laid easily to hand his trusty pistols, maybe said a prayer or two, and then felt himself ready to die. At this instant a furious fire from the direction of Bradley's, a single yell, then a series of yells, then a long, irregular, zigzag volley, halted as if petrified the Fed- erals almost upon Stone, and turned them about and influenced them back at the double-quick. What had happened? As Stone crawled and bled and listened to the firing which became weaker and weaker and finally ceased altogether, his mind kept thinking and repeating: What has happened? This had happened: George Fielding, a young soldier of Shelby's old Brigade, scarcely turned of nineteen, wounded, and at home on a furlough, knew and loved John Thomas in boyish soldier fashion. Between them had been the fresh con- fidences and the artless comminglings of youth. They had rode side by side in battle. Together they had shared the same blankets, endured the same cheerless bivouacs, stood the same long picquet watches, were opposites in many things, and yet- one supplying what the other needed-they drew thereby the bond which united them closer and closer, and made what had not been separated in life in death not disunited. Fielding, in hearing of the guns at Bradley's, mounted his horse at once and rode at a run for the point of combat. He neither knew nor sought to understand the situation. He neither drew rein nor slackened speed until he was upon the enemy and in the midst of them fighting like some madman |
| Source | Noted Guerrillas, or the Warfare on the Border |
| Type | Books and monographs |
| Format | JPEG |
| Identifier | civm000003p0344.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 |
