The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1901-03-20

uoIcH VI my comrades had been
gathered in. Among them were Tin
Kcmper, Hugh McIlhenny, Dick Buck
ner, Billy Flynn. follow named Mas
sey, another named Tongue and an.
other named Lake. And none of them
looked to be in tho best humor.
"We were halted in the middle of
an apple orchard. You know how an
apple tree is built, and how gaunt and
ugly it looks in winter? Its long limbs
hang out about eight feet from the
ground.
There were about 100 of those trees
in sight, and each looked like a natur-
al gallows. There was horrible sug-
gestiveness about them; and when I
looked | shuddered. The other men,
having got there first, had shuddered
ahead of me. None Of us expected
anything but hanging, and we didn't
expect that to be long deferred. p:e.-
ty soon we got used to it, and in ten
minutes after l got in we were picking
out the limbs that we should soon be
dangling from. 1t was, Tip, there is
| one just about tall enough for you;
and, Bird, you will make good orna.
ment for that little fellow over there
Nobody but soldiers, and only soldiers
who had been leading the life that we
had led, could have done such a
thing.
But, strange to say, they did not
hang us then. We took a little hope,
but the postponement allowed some Of
the gayety to die out, and I don't
know whether we were any the happier
Decaus, of it.
The regiments we're the Thirteenth
and Sixteenth New York and the
Eighth Illinois, and soon they were
on the march again. We were close to
the front with our captors; and pretty
soon We heard that the advance guard
had shot Confederate Colonel. All
OF US became instantly alarmed. We
feared it was Mosby; he was always
getting wounded. Soon our fears
we're confirmed, when Tom Love, a
close friend Of Mosby, was brought in,
prisoner. AS he joined our crow
he whispered to me: 'They ha, shot
Mosby, and [ am afraid he is done for.
But they don't know him. They.
think he is Lieutenant Colonel John
son of the Sixth Virginia Soon all
Of us knew it, and were prepared for
what might happen.
Glove told me the story of the
II shooting of Mosby. Together they
had gone to the house of Mrs. Lake,
and we're eating dinner, when party
of scouts fired on them, Mosby fell,
shot in the abdomen. He shouted to
Love to hold the door for a moment,
while he himself arose, held his hand
to the wound and caught handful Of
| blood.
L am Lieutenant Colonel John
son of the Sixth Virginia, he whisper
ed.
just as tho Yankees broke into the
room Mosby put the blood to his
mouth, fell to the floor and appeared
to be dying. He had the appearance
of man who had just had violent
hemorrhage from the lungs.
i surrender, gentlemen said
Love. You have killed, Lieutenant
Colonel johnson Of the Sixth Vir-
ginia.'
"There were some threats Of shoot
ing Mosby again, to make sure, but u
surgeon declared his wound was fatal
and that he would soon die. So he
was left to die. The party failed to
take the horses that Mosby and Love
had ridden, and which we're hitohed to
the front fence. The men passing af-
ter them supposed the horses belonged
to officers who had stopped for dinner
and did not interfere with them. This
| fact was Mosby's salvation.
"As soon as the army had passed
Mosby mounted one Of the horses and
saiioped across the country to Black
man, where he got an ambulance, and
within twenty-four hours he was in the
Confederate lines. He was badly
founded, and for long while i. was
fesred he would die.
"Soon after this Federal began to
have doubts about the identity Of
Lieutenant Colonel Johnson Ee
showed the cloak which Mosby had
worn to the prisoners and asked us.
ON the honor Of soldiers,' if we knew
whose it was. We examined it close
~, and ell Of US said We thought il
looked like the cloak that had been