The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1861-11-22
Lane and montgona cry.


Ing graphic sketch of General jim LANE
and Colonel MONTGOMERY, the two Kansas
celebrities Oh the war, and an insight to
their manner of conducting it {:
General Lane, Mr.. Blank" said General
Sturgis, and 10 moment thereafter / was
shaking hands heartily with General Jim
Lane than whom more noted. more
talked-of man does net exist in Missouri or
any other State. In two minutes alter the
two Generals we're in a hot DISCUSSION
Sturgis claiming that the true policy of the
Government is to make itself felt as to its
Toes, concliate the waveriDg and reward its
friends-in general not to steal indiscrimi
nately. In the main this was agreed to by
Lane-but with a smooth sophistry he
combated the others arguments, while be
seemingly agreed with him land alluded with
humorous twinkle in his eye and pleas
ant laugh at the fun of the thing, to remin.
iscences of negroes stolen, houses burned,
citizens robbed, and prisoners shot, after
being compelled to dig their own graves.
he asserted that he bad forbidden, under
penalty of death, stealing on the part of his
troops
Yes, exactly but didn't your men steal
SIS 600 from Mrs. Vaughn at Osceola ?"
queried General Sturgis:" and didn't thew
take even the clothes off old Stringeris
grandchild ?"
General Lanes eyes twinked with fun as
these interesting memories were called to
bis mind, and with Il grant you my fell
lows have done some wrongs" and laugh
OF infinite gusto, be changed the subject and
smilingly proceeded to discuss another part
OF the matter in question.
Lane is a man OF some fifty years of age,
OF medium height, and at first sight rather
unprepossessing. His figure is slight, his
head wide at the top and narrow down to
the jaw, like an inverted pyramid his brow
wide and high; his eyes small, black and
overriding by, cliff like eyebrows his mouth
sensual, and combined with CLEAN of fun
in his eyes, has an expression of great good
humor and enjoyment that wins one ire
sistibly to the conclusion that he is the best
fellow in the world. His hair is thin.
slightly tinged with gray, and showed away
from his head in every direction, as if he
had just come in from running bareheaded
against strong wind. 10 conversation he
is ready, full of rollicking sort of humor
and, in short, in bis whole style of converse.
tatiOn, his looks, &C., reminded me of some
Joe Bagstock Nero, fidding and laughing
over the burning Of some Missourian Rome.
After short conversation / left him,
armed with the following document:
Col. MONTGOMERY Receive Mr. re.
porter of the New York Times, kindly. LANE.
Proceeding short distance below the
town, / came upon Lanes enoampment, and
after little, succeeded in getting speech
with man in citizens dress, with black
KOssuth hat fastened up at one side with a
red, white and blue Rosette, as Col. Mont
gomery. presented my credentials shock
an emaciated hand, which he cordially ex.
tended, and then dropped down on pile of
tents to have chat. 1t was long time
ere l could catch his eye; be constantly
moved around so as to present only his pro.
file, while l as persistently followed. At
length some remark introduced the question
OF slavery and the instant after a pair of
cavernous dark eyes were turned full upon
me, as he waxed eloquent upon the emanci-
patton of the negro and his hope of mil
lenium at hand, in.whch they would gain
political and social equality with the white
man. He is medium sized man, dark com.
plexion, black whiskers and moustache. a
tolerably full, white forehead, and an in
describable pair of black eyes, which now
wander furtively to the ground, and the
next moment are turned full upon you, their
depths all ablaze with enthusiasm. He ia
very thin, coughs necessarily, and, as l be-
lieve, has but short time left in which to
arrange his earthly affairs.
Our conversation lasted until the gather
ing shadows reminded me that it was late,
and then left. He gave his views at length
upon the war. will give only one OF his
remarks.
SIT our boys thought that this war had
any other object than to give freedom to
the slave, they would every one go home
tomorrow"
He informed me that he was a clergy.
man Of the Christian, and not of the Meth
odist, persuasion. as is frequently said of
him and then, with shake of his cold,
wasted hand, and with the fire of enthusi.
asm fast dying out in his melancholy eyes,
left him.
Aiouuu all tuIOuSu VCStcTu AlSSOurl d
deadly terror entertained towards Lane and
Montgomery, and for good reason. Day be.
fore yesterday Lane sent back, to Kansas 100
negroes, and this morning, as his train pass.
ed, counted 102 more of these ebony chat.
tells. Everywhere that he has been, be car
ried the torch and knife with him, and has
left track marked with charred ruins and
blood. An old man told me his story
told it with composure, while be said that
they had taken bis horses, mules, grain, his
wife's dresses, and then fired his log shanty
that had afforded his gray hairs shelter from
the pelting rain and the nipping frosts. He
told all this in detail with firm voice, bat
when be added "They even stole the
clothes of my little dead grandson" his liz
trembed convulsively moment, and then
the hot tears pushed from his eyes and
found ready channels down his time-furrow-
ed cheeks. n,
At Oseola was a family named Vaughn
man and bis wife--wealthy, young ecu
Gated, refined, respec table. Vaughn took
up arms for the South, received commits
sion as captain. but gave himself up to Lane