The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-07-18
KILLED THE LAST MAN
WHO FELL IN DIXIE FIGHTING
THE UNION.
Stockwen Terry, One OF Bushwhacker
Mosby's Een-Dash for Liberty and
Narrow Escape at Lynchburg.

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Mosby's Een-Dssh for Liberty and
Narrow Escape at Lynchburg.
From the Boston Globe.
A rather tall and middle-aged ulan, soine-
what bald, Of pleasant address, stands be-
hind the desk and greets the glest On mis-
arrival at the Norvell-Arlington hotel, at
Lynchburg, Va. His name is r. Stockwen
Terry. and he has the reputation of having
killed the last union soldier who fell in the
civil war.
The circumstances attending and follow
ing this event are peculiar and dramatic,
and repeat them as they we're related to
me not long ago by one of Terry's friends.
When the war broke out Terry was
somewhat adventurous STRIPPING OF 10, and,
together with two other Lynchburg boys,
Claytur and Smith by name the latter, by
the way, now the partner of Massachu-
sets man, George Dewitt, formerly OF
Greenfield. and leading tobacco ma lufact-
urers in Lynchburg,), left home and Joined
Mosby's notorious band of troopers.
At the time of Lees surrender at Apo
mattox aud the final proclamation of peace,
Terry was for several days detailed with
squad upon some special duty In the Inte-
rior and had heard nothing of the collapse
of the confederacy and the cessation of hes
tilities He found himself, on returning
from this expedition, in the vicinity of his
home, and partly because of a little affair
of the heart, and partly for other reasons,
asked and obtained a few days leave of
absence to visit Lynchburg.
AS he logged along alone on the out
skirts of the city, he was astonished to see
standing before him in the forest road over
which he was travelling, and but few rods
ahead, q horse which had formerly been his,
but which had been captured by the enemy
some months before. 1t was hitched to a
tree. and its rider was evidently not far off.
Terry urged his horse, aud was soon at
the side of his old chhrger. The latter
recognized his voice, and commenced to
whinny and make loud demonstrations of
joy in spite of every effort of Terrv's to
silence him. The soldier in the woods evil
IDENTIFY heard him, and was fastening to
learn the cause of the commotion, for just
as Terry loosed the bride rein by which the
horse was hltched and started ahead leading
his prize, the brushwood parted a few yards
from him and a union soldier, carbine in
hand, appeared. Driving the spur deep in
to the flank of his mare, he dashed up the
Lynchburg road. expecting to arrive in a
few minutes within the confederate line.
OUT INTO THE ROAD
after him rushed the cavalryman, who, lev
cling his gun, fired after the fleeing trooper
The bullet buzzed by Terry's head and sped
by on bloodless mission; the guerilla
turned in his saddle, and, perceiving his
pursuer standing in the road preparing to
fire again, brought his ready rifle to his
shoulder, and, with a deadly precision &C
quired by long experience, returned the
shot.
Crack y and then one quick glance suf-
feed for Terry. He saw the soldier stagger
and fall, but at the same time saw a num-
Der of federal soldiers rush out from the
woods, doubtless to discover the cause of
the firing. On went Terry at the top of his
bent, and as he urged his painting breast up
the ascent leading into Lynch urg, he
turned again and saw several mounted men,
evidently comrades of his luckless victim,
pressing after him in hot pursuit.
As he neared the city he began to have
serious misgivings. No confederate guard
barred his way, and his anxious eye deserted
the federal flag floating from the top Of the
court house, a signal of conquest. But
retreat was impossible, and with the dare
devil courage for which he was conspic.
uous he determined to press on and trust
to fate.
Through the paved streets of the war
Scared city rushed pursuer and pursued,
the foam dripping from the horses and their
flying hoofs striking fire from the finty
surface. At the door of his future father
in-law Terry dismounted, and in the house
sought refuge. Scarcely had he time to
make d hurried explanation before a tumult
arose without, and angry voices, empha-
sized with sou-curdling oaths. demanded
that the ''rebel be dragged out and hung"
1t was one Of those terrible exigencies
which try mems souls, but the master of
the house was quick to act. Turning his
beleaguered guest over to the other mem
bers of the fanaly, he rushed to the door
and found himself face to face with the
comrades of the dead man and mob of en-
ragged soldiers who had learned of the affair
and had crowded into the street from every
where, all DESTROYS Of avenging the death of
the union cavalryman. An officer adj
vanced up the steps and demanded of Mr..
Hoag the surrender 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 admittance, falling back upon his rights
as citizen to deny admission to anybody
not armed with an order from the provost
marshal. The officer withdrew, announc-
ing his purpose to obtain such an order
forthwith, and warning Hoag that if he did
not care to submit himself and family to
such usage as the Infatuated soldiers might
indulge in, he had better retire from the
house before his (the officer's return from
headquarters.
Guards were stationed all about the house
W PAONOuL any Dub ul6ulO6TS Oh the
from escaping, and the officer posted off to
the provost marshal, while the owner of
the mansion shut and locked the door and
tried to decide what to do.
TERRY'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
90 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 intend to make every one
count, as the only way they can reach me
l! Is by the ladder, and l will drop them as
they come up.n
The old man was loath to leave the youth
70 die like a rat in hole, but there was no
Time for parley now. Just as he was about
n 70 turn to summons his family TO withdraw
from the house his daughter rushed I'D with
an old suit of clothes and, throwing them I'D
TO Terry, exclaimed:
Quick, Stockwell, put these on, for the
'oV We OF God, and follow u.s."
Inc pleadings of the woman were more
III powerful than the arguments of her father.
onit.iro"lng off his uniform he donned the
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