The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1905-08-24

about hypnotism then, though George
Todd, by the way, looked like Sven
gall. Some Of the Federals were at fix
bayonets,' some were biting of their
cartridges, preparing to reload.
yelling, shooting our pistols, upon
them we went Not a single man of
the line escaped Every one was shot
thro..s,, The head. The few VINO at
tempted to escape we followed into
Centralia and on to Sturgeon. There a
Federal blockhouse stopped further
pursuit All along the road we killed
them. The last man and the first man
was killed by Arch Clements. He had
the best horse and got little the start.
THAT night we left this woods and
this neighborhood and scattered. / re-
crossed the river near Glasgow and
went southwark"
at has been reported that my broth
er, Jesse James, was not at the Gen.
tralfa fight; that he was sick In Car
roll County at the time. This is mis-
take. Jesse was here. It was he who
killed the commander of the Federal
troops, Major Johnson The Younger
boys were not at Centralia."
The plowshare has taken the place
cf the sword on the hillside. Frank
James took an ear of corn from the
battlefield. Il want some sort Of n
relic" he said, land this is the most
peaceful looking see." Later in the
day Adam Rodemyre of the Centralia
guard gave him a bullet found on the
field.
After two hours on the battlefield a
visit was made to the Pleasant Grove
burying ground on the Silver farm,
where Frank Shepherd and Hank
Williams are buried. The burying
ground is typical country cemetery,
lying In a secluded spot away from the
main-traveled road, some four miles
from Centralia.
The living guerrilla stood with his
black SLOUGH hat in his hand at the side
OF the sunken graves Of his dead COM
rades. ITO this we must come at last, y
he said, looking down at the withered
grass. "Our boys are scattered every.
where. You will find their graves in
the hollows and on the hills, by the
gulf, and on these prairies. Many have
no monument They don't need any
They made their monument while they
lived. They left record for daring
courage that the world has not yet sur
passed"
A brief stay was made at the farm.
house of William r. Jennings. Mr.
Jennings helped bury the Federal dead
the day after the battle. He could not
remember the number, but there were
several wagonloads. II felt sorry fo1
one poor boy, hardly more than II
years old, who had almost reached the
woods in an attempt to escape. All the
Federals," continued Mr.. Jennings
had been shot in the head. So uner-
ring was the craftsmanship OF the
bushwhackers that frequently we
would find no wound on the soldiers
bodies until we would turn back the
eyelid or look into an ear, and there
brought DEATH" When the old man told
his story the party turned to 60
well" said Mr.. Jennings, II hope
we'll meet in better world than this. y
II hope So" said Mr.. James. where
there is no fighting"
A bright-looking boy about - years
Of age shook hands with Mr.. James
MY name," he said, "is Marquette
Richards. Ny grandfather. John Mar
Quette, was the last man killed in the
fight" James looked kindly at the
manly little fellow. well, son, you
may be proud Of your grandfather. He
was about the bravest of Johnson
command. He fought all the way. Arch
Clements shot him near Sturgeon. He
rode dun horse" No contrast of the
day was more striking than that of
Frank James and the grandson of his
old enemy, the grizzled veteran and the
mite Of boy.
1.-The stories about guerrillas riding
with the reins Of the horses between
their teeth and firing with pistols in
both hands IS simply dime novel stuff,
said James. There never was any
such thing. We always held our horses
with one hand and the pistol with the
other. 1t was as important to hold the
horse as 1t was to hold the pistol.
Anderson always made US keep our
horses in good condition. If man did
not keep a good horse and good pistols
he sent him to the infantry. rode a
horse named Little George at Gen.
tralia.
AT night and when we were In
camp we played like schoolboys. Some
Of our play was as rough as football.
The truth was. we were nothing bat
great big boys, anyhow.
"If ever you want to pick company
to do desperate work or to lead for
lorn hope, select young men from II to
81 years old. They will go anywhere
in the world you will lead them. AS
men grow older they grow more eau
tious, but at that age they are regular
daredevils. Take our company, and