The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1896-01-15

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several hours upon that memorable
day with their hair trying to; lift their
hats as If in salutation Of the revolver
fighters. There were 16 all told.
The company Of militia that garrii-
soned the town had gone out in the
morning in search Of the very men
who captured it in the afternoon. The
Quantrell followers had learned Of the
departure Of themilitia and their In
tention was to rush into Plattsburg,
sack the town and take their leave.
The residence of Colonel James n.
Birch Is just atsthe southern edge Of
Plattsburg, and it was on the road
which leads by his house the invaders
approached. I was youth of 18, and
was ont intthe yard when; upon look
Ing, around, Twas confronted by man
who afterwards proved. to be Fletch
Taylor. Said he:
I Nv hat is your name7"
Upon my hesitation to reply, he
jerked out huge revolver that seemed
three feet long, ,.and said again: :
ssWhat' & yot,rsnatpe r. and be Quick
about telling it:,ns seg s =
1 do not remember whether I was
exactly as quick abont telling my name
asL Lhadl been ordered to, but my re.
collection is clear that / gave it with
considerable alaority. s.s 49,.
Where is Colonel Birch?'' be next
inquired. Again hesitated..
tuaSee. here, young efeller," he said
angrily, while he brandished his wea,
Don, gssif YOU don't answer my aues,
tions without any more nonsense, i
will find way to make you do it. -
Just then Colonel Birch appeared
at the back door. and Taylor asked:
SIS that Colonel Birch p"
Upon receiving an Affirmative reply
he shouted: 81
sect your hat and come with MEL
We were marched to the front gate
where the balance of the band had
halted and were waiting Tor us. a.
soon asswe stepped outside every one
OF the guerrllias drew theIr5revolvers
and cooking them, took deliberate
aim mat both of us. The movement
hadsths efect'intended for the ides
mas to scare and intimidate us, which
was entirely successful. 1t gave u
one novel experience te carry through
lie, and that Is the sensation one un'
dergoes who implicitly believes he il
about to be shot to death. They all
laughed when they put down their
pistols. Lieutenant Scott kept his
cooked and pointed towards Colonel
Birch, who would keep edging away.
when Scott said:
II am not going to shoot you.
II know yoa are not, purposely," "
replied, COLONEL Birch but am afraid
that thing vail go of fsaccidentally."
The command then started toward
town, and upon arriving at the old
graveyard, about half way, left two
men to guard us, and the others dash.
ed forward and opened fusilade on
the Court House. DR.. George, Essex,
nova jeweler in Plattsburg, returned
the fire, and would have killed Will
Gregg, had not he been riding young
and skittish animal that reared at the
critical moment, and the bullet lodged
in the horn Of the saddle. Then be-
gan q scene that beggars description.
There appeared to- be but q single
desire among the citizens, and that
was to get out Of the way, and some
developed a rate Of speed-nobody ever
before believed they could make. Ex-
Sheriff Bill Ferguson succeeded in
reaching Jesse Lyons store at one
bound.s He rushed through like an
apparition, and started acrossthe back
yard Of Jack Steele's hotel. He was
getting along well, enough until in his
mad rush tightly-strung clothes-iine
caught him Under the chin, and lifted
him fully three feet from the ground.
he carried the scar made BY the line
for many days afterwards as a sort Of
souvenir of the event.
Abe Frv who ia now a nrom;nent
farmer Of, Clinton Countv ont a bullet
in His leo, m sacconnt of 6;s runn;no
avav Tbev fbonobt he mirbt he one
of tIa man tbs1 wers as,eo;eI liz oetor
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