Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-09-16

sundry pistol shots not louder than the tap
ping of a woodpecker.
A TERRIBLE NIGHT
When darkness came, Sally stole out o
her covert, taking with her her blankets
and her husbands pistols and saddle, anC
improvised shelter out of some fence rails
for rain was coming 1t would not do tt
stir up the fire and cook supper, and she
lay down to rest, hungry and anxious fol
the safety of her husband and comrades
Later in the night, attracted by the smell Of
fresh meat, wild vermin came to feast on
the carcass of the pig, and skunks and
opossums snarled and fought over it until
a wildcat came and drove them all away.
Not 80 feet away lay Sally, a keen bowie
knife in her plump hand, to settle the
| wildcat if he should attack her. She feared
to fire her revolver at him, least the report
should bring back the Kansas men, who
were as fierce as Wildcats and for other
reasons more to be dreaded.
All the next day she hid in the brush,
from where she could watch the camp, hop
ing some of the boys would camp, but
toward evening, half famished from hunger
and thirst, she hid her weapons and equip
ments and made her way to house two
miles distant, where the remnant of a fam
| lily lived Here the next dav she was Joined
by her husband and three or four of his men
who somehow had picked up horse apiece,
and soon they were on the warpath again.
That night as Sally and her husband were
sleeping on broad, open prairie in Barton
county she suddenly awoke with an unac-
countabis sense of impending danger. She
had task to induce her husband to move
camp, but they had not gotten half mile
away when a body of Union cavalry rode
over the ground they had just quilted.
Sally was splendid horsewoman, and to
save a mans life at Fort Scott she once
rode 120 miles in II hours, across country,
leaping ravines, skurrying through wood
lands and half swimming creeks, without an
hours rest or wink of sleep.
A BAD GIRL GUERILLA.
Eliza McGovern, tall and finely formed,
was another girl guerrilla. Her husband
belonged to Livingston's band for time,
but was killed in the fall of 1868. She was
captured the next day in male attire. She
was taken to Springfield, but in few days
contrived to escape, and mounting a sore
backed cavalry horse which had been turned
loose to die, she made her way over the spurs
of the Ozarks to her old haunts. A few
weeks later, with halfa dozen male COM
panions, she captured two furloughed Kan
sas soldiers on their way home, and shot
them to death on the banks of Spring river,
in Jasper county. She died in the summer
of 1864, in guerrilla camp, near Mount
Vernon, with none but men about her, at a
time when she most needed the ministra-
tions of her own sex.
Ben Broomfeld, a tall, bronze-yisaged
guerrilla, one of Bill Anderson's best-or
worst-men, threw his life away because his
sweetheart, Lexington girl, beautiful as
Edith of the swans neck" had PLAYED
him false for another bushwhacker.
BILL ANDERsoN's SISTERS.
Bill Anderson's sisters were not guerrillas
outright, but they did what they could to
help their brothers. Bill and Jim, after they
started out, " in the spring of 1868. The
girls were forced to leave their home, in
Lyon county, Kan, and took refuge in
Jackson county, Mo-, after their brothers
killed Captain Beatty and burned his store.
On very common charge against rebel
women in those days, 'aiding bushwhack-
ers, they were arrested and put in the
female prison at Kansas City. The build
ing in which they and others were confined
fell, and one of the Anderson girls was so
badly injured that she ultimately died.
Mrs. Mccullough, another of the sisters,
who, few years since, was living in Jack
son county, some miles back of Wellington,
was in the prison when it fell and was also
severely hurt.
The names of other Missouri girls who
rode with the rebel knights of the black
flag might be mentioned if there were any
good reasons why they should be- Many a
guerrilla of the war, and many cred Leg
and jayhawker, too, is now a useful and re-
spected member of society MANY q woman
who at one period, intoxicated by the smell
of gunpowder and crazed by sight of blood
and the other dreadful sights about her, did
and even inhuman deeds, is
now an exemplary matron and allowing wife
and mother,