Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1890-10-16

Ike 4 ~ some wakefulness
Il C&Ma/ into my ely es /;
Hl (T9/%#zI "w h ats up?
~ p I'M thought you had
/ /|Y gon CIV ere half
n what's be-
come of Terry? You haven't been
already"
ooh, get up and strike light. tell
you, and then I'll talk, and quick, too,
for I've got to be off"
I tumbled up and lighted the bit of
candle in an old stable lantern and
then turned such CLEAN as it gave on
the face of Harry MARBLE, and again 1
asked:
Where's Terry?"
Lost him." was Harry's reply
through his set teeth, and his face was
very white.
To lose" a prisoner in those days,
and especially on the border, was
equivalent towel, somebody or the
crows found said prisoner suspended
by rope about the neck from a tree,
or the body of the ~lost" lay unburied
until the flesh fell from the bones and
the fatal bullets ratified in the skull
This was early in 1861, in Missouri
Our company of Union men was as yet
only organized, though we called one
man Captain" and MARBLE and myself
were recognized as Lieutenants. Stern
necessity had forced US to band to-
gether in opposition to a force of pro-
slavery men, and it was war to the
knife" between US.
Red" Terry was not the leader of
our local enemies, but he was the most
powerful, most recklessly brave, and
most dreaded of them all. By some
g, &c l., 4
stumbled upon him when he was stu
mummifed by ropes, into our rude
camp.
Great was the rejoicing at his cap
ture. Some of our fellows were for
making a target of him at once. His
crimes, especially of late, had been
many and awful, and he both acknowl-
edged and boosted of them.
Now, General Men, commanding
the United States forces at a post
some thirty miles down the river,
greatly enjoyed hanging, on short trial,
all gentlemen of Mr.. Red Terry's char
acter, and our Captain concluded to
send his priZe-prisoner to the General,
in the hope that it would lead to our
immediate, regular muster-in.
We were sure that Terry's comrades
would soon learn where he was and
make a desperate attempt to rescue
him. So few men could be spared that
there was great danger in delivering
the goods" as proposed.
Harry MARBLE, my chum 1--WE were
both little more than boys, volunteer
ed to deliver the prisoner to General
Men, without other help. He claimed
the right as one of the captors, and our
Captain acceded to his request.
At dusk that evening they started,
Terry securely bound and with his feet
so hobbled that he could only step a
certain short distance, and close to him
walked Harry, one revolver in hand,
another In belt, and a great knife In
his bootleg.
1t was not yet midnight, and here
was Harry back in camp.
4 lost him, explained the quick re-
turn, and settled back to hear the
story.
Il want to tell you all, old boy"
said Harry, and I'm off as soon as Pm
through"
"Off? Where to?"
"Hushl I'm off home. I've seen
Cap, and it's all right. We-I-don't
want the boys to know anything about
it. But, of course. I had TO tell you. Z"
~Of course; but then, tell me-"
See here" And my friend talked
very fast. you've been at our house
often, and you know what soft-hearted
one my mother is-always sees some
good in the worst people ever lived.
Well, I've known, for a year or two,
one sample of her being right in that,
but never happened to tell it to you.
Il was about two years old when
mother was bringing me down river to
fathers station, on the old steamer
Bald Eagle. There was rough gang
on the lower deck, and the toughest,
howhngest of all was a red-headed
young fellow that seemed fuller of rum
and the devil than all the others to-
gether. Ten miles above the station
the boat caught fire, and she burned