Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1863-12-16
The Romantic Mosby.

A correspondent of the Philadelphia
Press writes from Warrenton, Va, as fol-
lows:
Last Sunday T rode from Alexandria to
Bull Run. It was my good fortune not to
be captured. I was gaily galloping along
the turnpike, thinking of this very individ-
ual, little thinking him to be the very dev.
il that would soon appear As mounted
my horse, I observed upon the newly white
washed wall of the building notice, writ
ten in great scrawling letters, similar to
what boy would compare the autograph
of Jack Sheppard, written upon the parlor
wall of plundered mansion. The writer
"begged leave to inform the people of al.
exandria" that he had this day "dined at
the Marshall House." On the same line
with the date, "September 80, ls63," was
plainly written, "Major Mosby."
Wondering very much if this bandit had
been here, and if he he had slept in the
room on the same landing where Ellsworth
were killed. I failed to notice an excited
cavalryman who was hastily telling me that
the individual who now troubled my mind
SO much might trouble me for my purse,
my watch-nay, mpre-mysef. i paid
less attention to this information than did
Lochiel to the forewarnings Of the plaided
and bonneted seer. Soon I came to COM
pany of the I'd New Jersey cavalry, and
was quietly passing, when twenty-five men
in gray homespun sprang from the bushes,
shot sergeant through the thigh, and
captured Captain Gallagher, after shooting
the horse. They effected their escape
The men were not drilled, but one or two
had pistols, and think. they should have
rescued their Captain. They did not
Two or three trains turned back, and I was
almsst persuaded that it would be impossi-
BILE to get through to Fairfax. I started,
however, and ,galloped through in a short
time. Mosby has den in the forest. He
captured man in the l06th Pennsylvania
the last time the I'd corps crossed the Rap
pahannock.
The man wandered off i nto the woods
about one hundred and fifty yards, when
little mai stepped adroitly from behind the
cover of huge oak, presented revolver
to the soldiers head, and intimated for him
to keep quiet. All this time the second
corps was slowly fling along the road, with
in sight of Mosby and his, prisoner He
led him by secret and unknown paths to a
lair in the mountains, where were other
prisoners, suffers wagons, and other scamps
engaged in the same nefarious calling s.
Every one living in this portion Of Virgin
ia would die to serve this man. They are
his look-outs, his pickets, his videttes.-
Nothing passes their doors but is seen by
them, and information sent to Mosby. He
gives them share of the plunder. A few
miles FROM Anandale, on the road leading
to Fairfax, stands a comfortable-lookin
frame building, with the usual Southern
out.buildings.
1t is but little over two months since one
of our soldiers stood at the front door of
this house and shot Mosby. Every one
thought the wound fatal. A friend took
him to Uppervile, where he was carefully
nursed by Mrs. Mosby' and now he is way.
laying people on this same road. He can
never be captured by cavalry. All last
winter Stahls cavalry was busily engaged
in hunting him. We could attend to a
brigade of Stuart's cavalry much easier
than he His haunt is about Upperville.
One hundred good men marched there af-
ter night, and stationed around the build.
ing, would be sure to take him. In the
daytime his friends. in the different farm
houses are alert and watchful; he is warn.
ed, and Immediately flies to some place in.
accessible to cavalry.