Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1890-08-29

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of the man whom he was informed
was concealed in the house. The old
gentleman denied any knowledge Of
the fugitive, and refused any one ad.
mittance, falling back upon his rights
as citizen TO deny admission TO any
body not armed with an order from
the provost marshal The officer with
drew, announcing his purpose to OBJ
tain such an order forthwith, and
warning Hoag that if he did not care
to submit himself and family TO such
usage as the infuriated soldiers might
indulge in he had better retire from
the house before his (the officer's) re-
turn from headquarters.
Guards were stationed all about the
house to prevent any but members OF
the family from escaping, and the
officer posted Off to the provost mar
shal. while the owner of the mansion
locked the door and tried TO decide
what to do.
Terrv's sweetheart had conducted
him to hiding place in the attic,
reached only through a trap-door'
and there he stood, a heavy cavalry
revolver in either boot and two more
in his belt. In few hasty sentences
his host explained the situation.
Don't mind me, said Terry; you
can do nothing by remaining in the
house. | have got to die, but | mean
to sell my life as dearly as possible. !
have thirty-two shots here, and in
tend to make every one count, "a the
only way they can reach me is by the
ladder, and | will drop them as they
come up"
The old man was loath to leave the
youth to die like a rat in hole, but
there was no time for parley now.
Just as he was about to summon his
family to withdraw from the house,
his daughter rushed up with an old
suit of clothes, and throwing them up
to Terry, exclaimed
Quick, Stockwell, put these on, for
the love of God, and follow u.s.
The pIeadings Of the woman were
more powerful than the arguments of
her father Throwing off his uniform,
he donned the citizens apparel, and
replaced his heavy riding boots with
a pair Of slippers the girl had handed
him. He followed the family down
stairs, and, noticing a trunk in the
hallway, dragged it composedly to
the front door, where he stood for a
moment gazing out uncOncernedly at
| the impatient mob; then, as the sen
trv passed the door. he walked leis-
urely down the steps after the family
| to the residence of n neighbor across
the street, the crowd all the while mis-
taking him for an attache OF the
house, and intent only in watching
! for a man in cavalry boots and tat
tered uniform of Confederate gray.
As the provost's 5 orderly rode up with
the permit to search the mansion, and
the now exasperated crowd rushed in,
Terry was mounting horse in the
rear Of the other house, and for the
second time that day racing for his
life, this time to the mountains.
To his hiding place, a few days
later, his former companions in arms
followed, for the feeling among the
Federal soldiers in Lynchburg over
the act and subsequent escape OF Ter
ry was too pronounced to admit oil
the sojourn there Of any of Mosby
old command with safety. For sew
eral weeks they remained concealed
| but in communication with friends.
Meanwhile Gen. Curtis was appointed
provost marshal, relieving the official
who held the position when these
events occurred, and, at the solicita-
! tions of the citizens, he agreed to
grant Terry and his companions am
nesty and protection if they would re-
turn and make personal surrender to
| him.
Once more the hunted man turned
his horse toward home, and as the
three men cantered leisurely along
| they passed a detachment in camp
near the city. y colored boy, who
stood i'm the road, recognized them,
and as soon as they had passed he ran
TO the officer in charge, exclaiming
"Marse Stockwell Terry's done gwine
by just now "
Strangely enough, the officer tc
whom this information was given was
Lieutenant Of the company to which
the man whom Terry had shot be
/ longed. He was in his saddle in al
| instant, and rode away followed by Il
squad Of ten men. Hearing the sound
of horses behind them, the three Con
federates turned around, and Terry
guessed what was in the air.
They are coming for Inc, boys hf
said to his companions, "and this time
| guess the jig is up. 1t is folly foI
you TO get further into trouble on my
account, so go on and | will slow NJ
and shift for myself"
This they declined to do. a few
moments later the Lieutenant over
took them, somewhat in advance o.
his men.
which of you is Stockwell Terry?
he demanded. drawing his sabre. II
the haste Of mounting neither he mol
his men had taken anything but theil
side arms with them. Terry's quicl
eye caught on TO this fact.
Il ain" said he, laying his revolver
across his saddle.
Then you are my prisoner.
..IIerl 80, 49, opJ pow the revolver