St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1886-06-03
WAR MEMORIES.
GUERILLA WARFARE.

with headquarters at Columbus, KY,
in the old bank building of the state
bank of Kentucky. | was pressed by
him to make my headquarters with
him. One evening while sitting at
table after dinner an orderly handed
the general despatch, the reading of
which seemed both to disturb and
please him. After finishing the read
ing he passed it to me, with the re-
mark, ''Ab, colonel, read that" There
was that in his eye which gave me to
understand it was something out of the
ordinary. The despatch was some
thing like this:
OBIoN CREEK.
Have captured Captains Shales and
Cottrell aud Lieutenant Cushman will
reach Columbus about 9 o'clock.
WILLIAMS.
read it, and all at once it required
to me that the three famous guerilla
chiefs had before been caught, but
their sentence of death was committed
by order of President Lincoln, and
they escaped only to deal more havoc.
"Well, general" l asked, "what are
YOU going to do with them J"
Pulling his long .mOustache fiercely
he exclaimed, "Hang them"
"But supposing they are again re-
prieved 2"
"Ah," looking at me fercely, 81
hang them at daylight tomorrow, and
make my report to Washington after"
At 9 o'clock the prisoners arrived
and were placed in the Jail, heavily
ironed and manacled. L asked per-
mission to see them, and il was grant
II am
them. Captains Shales aud COttrell
were middle-aged men of the typical
southern class, dark cOmplexiOned,
dark haired and heavy browed, and
looked fit for ~.treasOp, strategems and
spoils." Lieutenant Cushman, on the
contrary, was a young man, under age,
of light complexion, light hair, and
clear, beautiful blue eyes, and yet he
was the fercest partisan of all, and the
most brutal. His browning Offense
was the hanging of a young man in
the presence of his aged parents, be-
cause he refused to take the oath of
allegiance to the confederacy. When
this news reached the Union lines
Cushman's death or capture was only
a question of time.
| expected to see Shales and COttrell
towards | never saw. They begged
aud pleaded for life, but Cushman was
perfectly calm, acknowledged that his
death was deserved, and adding: at
is sO-hOt here, | wish they would
string us up and done with it J"
As soon as it was light enough the
next morning, the three were brought
out in front of the little Jail building,
photographed, and then hung. ObiOn
county, and, in fact, all southern Ken
lucky, was free of guerillas and bush
whackers after that.-BOston Travel
Ter.
THE YANKEE SPY.
A correspondent of the Atlanta, Ga,
Constitution tells the following story /:
During the session of an important
religious body in our city l made the
acquaintance of Rev. Mr.. Dubuque, a
delegate from one of the northwestern
states. What attracted me to the man
was his amiabilty and meekness. Mr..
Dubuque came up to my ideal of a
preacher and l found his companion
ship very pleasant. One afternoon my
western friend asked me if | thought
that any of the bOmbprOofs dug by the
citizens during the siege of Atlanta
were still in existence. He desired to
see one, and he had been requested by
his friends at home to sketch it. 81
know of one we can reach in ten
minutes walk" 1 said. Mr.. Dubuque
was delighted, and we were soon on
our way to the place.
had slight acquaintance with the
old lady upon whose premises the
bOmbproOf was situated, and when we
reached the place and stated the object
of our visit permission was readily
granted to examine the queer looking
hole in the ground which had served
as a refuge from Sherman's shells. The
bombproOf fortunately was in a fine
state of preservation, and the old lady
pointed it out with a good deal of
pride. At first we saw only huge
mound of earth covered with grass,
but at one end we found an opening to
"A crooked underground chamber, about
6 feet deep, 10 feet long, and 3 in
width. No falling shell had sufficient
force to penetrate that mound, COM
posed of red clay, timber and scrap
iron.
When we scrambled out of the
gloomy place the old lady remarked
that when she occupied it the walls
were lined with old carpets, and the
floor was covered with rugs. With
few chairs and some blankets her fam
ily had found night in the dug out,
as she called it, very endurable.
"ThOse were stirring times" said
Mr.. Dubuque.
"1hey were, indeed" replied our
hostess. 81 can never forgive General
Sherman for Smelling city full of wO-
men and children"
''One of the necessities of war;" said
the preacher in an undertOne. "By
the way, did any of your soldiers ever
seek shelter in this snug little hole ~
''Only one" replied the lady, ''and
he turned out to be Yankee spy"
''Is it possible !" her two listeners
exclaimed.
eyes, l was never so surprised in
my life. One day the Smelling was un-
usually hot. Two spent shells struck
the house. A soldier who was passing
ran into our yard and made for the
bombproOf He requested our per-
mission to remain few minutes, and
of course we had no objection. He
was fine looking young man, and
made himself very agreeable. When
he left he expressed a wish for some
JnlDH 10 Itdu, anu Il lcI udNC iIC
Aide-de- Camp" a confederate novel.
He promised to return it, but did net
expect to see it again.
"And did he return it ~ | asked
eyes, and l wish lie hadn't. Why,
what do you think {? Two weeks later,
after Sherman had occupied the city, l
was out in my front yard one morning
looking after my plants, when who
should ride up to the fence but a
young officer in a spick spank new
uniform. | wouldn't look at him until