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THE WARFARE OF THE BORDER 395
wedge driven in there and fastened as if to keep the two banks
asunder. For deft hands at killing, and for wary eyes quick at
seeing pistol sights, there was still enough light left to give the
finishing touches to the last of a detachment of thirty.
"Frank!" It was Quantrell's voice that the column heard-
questioning, penetrating, emphatic. Barnette, imagining his
own name to have been called, turned once fairly in his saddle
and looked down along to the rear with an attentive face clearly
unsuspecting. As he did so the muzzle of James' huge dragoon
pistol almost touched his forehead. He neither had time to
speak nor to cry out. A single shot-all the more ringing
because so unexpected-stirred the night air just a little, and a
cold, suggestive splash in the water summed up for the nearest
Guerrillas the meaning of the tragedy. Quantrell scarcely
lifted his eyes. Glasscock looked back at James reproachfully
and spoke to him as if upbraiding: "As I rode with him it was
my right to kill him. You shoot well, comrade, but you shoot
out of your turn."' "Hush!" answered the executioner; "it
was the order of Quantrell." In an hour this episode-one of
a thousand such-was as old as the leaves of the summer
maples.
The Guerrillas camped that night only a few miles further to
the east, and as they returned the next morning past the cross-
ing and on towards Litchfield, in Grayson county, Captain Bar-
nette was lying, face upward, where he had fallen. During the
night the freezing water had formed for the wan, drawn features
a spotless frame-work of ice. The eyes looked up from this,
wide open and appealing, while the frost-as if to banish the
ominous splotch from the perfect repose of the rigid picture-
had spread above the huge round wound in the centre of the
forehead a white veil, fringed and scintillant in the morning sun.
As Frank James rode quietly by and looked his last on the evi-
dence of a handiwork he had labored for years to make perfect,
he remarked to Hulse: "Whether just or unjust, this thing
called war kills all alike in the end. To-day a Federal, to-
morrow a Confederate-at any time a Guerrilla. Whose turn
will it be next?" "What matters it," replied his comrade,
"if the final mustering-out is near at hand for all of us? As
for me, I am ready."
The final mustering-out was near at hand for many of them !
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 | civm000003p0395 |
| Description | THE WARFARE OF THE BORDER 395 wedge driven in there and fastened as if to keep the two banks asunder. For deft hands at killing, and for wary eyes quick at seeing pistol sights, there was still enough light left to give the finishing touches to the last of a detachment of thirty. "Frank!" It was Quantrell's voice that the column heard- questioning, penetrating, emphatic. Barnette, imagining his own name to have been called, turned once fairly in his saddle and looked down along to the rear with an attentive face clearly unsuspecting. As he did so the muzzle of James' huge dragoon pistol almost touched his forehead. He neither had time to speak nor to cry out. A single shot-all the more ringing because so unexpected-stirred the night air just a little, and a cold, suggestive splash in the water summed up for the nearest Guerrillas the meaning of the tragedy. Quantrell scarcely lifted his eyes. Glasscock looked back at James reproachfully and spoke to him as if upbraiding: "As I rode with him it was my right to kill him. You shoot well, comrade, but you shoot out of your turn."' "Hush!" answered the executioner; "it was the order of Quantrell." In an hour this episode-one of a thousand such-was as old as the leaves of the summer maples. The Guerrillas camped that night only a few miles further to the east, and as they returned the next morning past the cross- ing and on towards Litchfield, in Grayson county, Captain Bar- nette was lying, face upward, where he had fallen. During the night the freezing water had formed for the wan, drawn features a spotless frame-work of ice. The eyes looked up from this, wide open and appealing, while the frost-as if to banish the ominous splotch from the perfect repose of the rigid picture- had spread above the huge round wound in the centre of the forehead a white veil, fringed and scintillant in the morning sun. As Frank James rode quietly by and looked his last on the evi- dence of a handiwork he had labored for years to make perfect, he remarked to Hulse: "Whether just or unjust, this thing called war kills all alike in the end. To-day a Federal, to- morrow a Confederate-at any time a Guerrilla. Whose turn will it be next?" "What matters it," replied his comrade, "if the final mustering-out is near at hand for all of us? As for me, I am ready." The final mustering-out was near at hand for many of them ! |
| Source | Noted Guerrillas, or the Warfare on the Border |
| Type | Books and monographs |
| Format | JPEG |
| Identifier | civm000003p0395.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 |
