The San Francisco call., 1906-08-12
..NeaT L LoNe .Kaln. used
JohNbrOwn for Htdtns
.sittve SloNe St II

fright to compel negroes to go to Kansas
who do not wish to go. The negroes
arc in there If you want them, added
Walker, pointing to an adjacent room.
Morrison, Lipsey and Ball pushed the
door open. Quantrell had withdrawn
to the porch in the parley In the room
was loom. Behind this were Walkers
son, John Tatum, Lee Conger and d. G.
Williams.
From the harness-room and other
parts of the house the pro-slavery
neighbors poured a terrific fire. Nor
rison fell dead near the door. Lipsey,
pierced with forty buckshot, fell on the
porch. Ball, unhurt, seized Lipsey,
dragged him off the porch and made for
the brush near by. Ball dragged Lip
sey about one and a quarter miles and
then tenderly watched over him for two
days, extracting a number of balls and
cooking some herbs as a poultice. Lip
sey being wounded in the chest and hip,
his suffering was unbearable Ball ten
derly assured him he would not leave
him, but defend him with his life to the
end. A negro passing through the tim
ber hunting hogs came across the two
liberators and gave the alarm to
Walker, who soon gathered up large
squad of neighbors and Shareholders. all
armed with rifles and shotguns They
were led to the place by the negro. The
old slave-day bloodhound and horn
echoed through the timber The final
encounter of the brave iowa boys is
truly described by John Dean, promi-
pent citizen of Lawrence, Kan:
when they arrived at the place
they spread out in a semi circle and ad-
vanced to rifle range under QuantrelPs
caution to keep away from Balls re-
volver. When Ball saw them and knew
the negro had betrayed them he stood
=, ,1ok1 Sha1-
his revolver at Quantren, dared him to
come out in fair fight and range. And,
as he stood there. Walker. with his
rifle, shot him square in the forehead.
The instant Ball fell Quantrell ran up
to him, and, putting his revolver in
Lipsey's mouth, who lay helpless, fred
and killed him
The bodies were turned over to In
dependence doctors.
mo greater depths of human perf1dy
can be found than Quantrell's base be-
trayal of these Iowa victims.
"a roll of names and purposes of the
Blue Lodge fell into the hands of pro-
slavery hordes along the border, and
their lives and homes were diligently
sought thereafter. The Morgan Walker
place became the resort of guerrillas,
rene gades and bushwhackers during
the Civil War. Quantrell. the Younger
and James boys consorted there. The
house long since was burned. The
younger Walker moved away. Near by
is the brier covered grave of the elder
Walker. The mold of decay is on every
hand, as though judgment had set.
Outbuildings and fences have crumbled
to the earth. The place is wierd in the
extreme and there is an air of desola-
tion on every hand. The turtle dove
calls out a mournful melody near by
where once the slave horn called to un-
EreQuited toll and the cruel lash fell
without mercy"
William J. Clark, whose home during
recent years was in New York State and
who not long ago visited Chicago. is
believed to be the only other survivor
OF the John Brown raids.
Speaking of John Brown. Mr.. Clark
says.
The most profound impressions of
my life were made by my acquaintance
with this grand man. At a word cir
culated in our section we would drop
anything but a coffin to arm ourselves
and gallop off to any fate.
THE Baysingers had five sons, and
when the summons came to our cabin
there was hustle Of preparation. Mrs
Baysinger and the small children baked
the hoe cake and cut the bacon for our
saddle bags, while the father and the
boys saddled our horses and looked
after our firearms.
I'VE had good horses, and each man
carried Sharpe's rifle and an S-inch
Colt revolver in his belt. We wore fan
mel shirts, open at the neck; linen
or blanket trousers. according to the
season, tucked into red-topped cowhide
boots. and were finished off with SOM
breros and heavy spurs
When asked to describe his impress
sions of John Brown personally. Mr.
Clark said.
HE was neither handsome nor elo-
quent, but was winning and convincing
beyond either. He was a born leader
morally, mentally and physically, and
1t was impossible to come in contact
with him without believing in him and
following him. He was of commanding
figure, broad shouldered and narrow
farked and full of nervous energy. His
profle was long and rugged. His broad
brow was thoughtful and sad. His up
rising hair and square beard were near
ly white. but his eyes were luminous
with more than the fire of youth; they
were the kind of eyes that did not burn
with mastery, but were lighted with
some inward power. He lived with us,
sharing our bed and rations like a
brother and surrounding us with the
was stern enemy, and his demand on
our great Missouri raid of 1858 was
characteristics:
1--WE have come for your slaves and
their property. Will you surrender or
fght?'
Captain Browns military skill was
fully appreciated by his men. He used
to say, Give me twelve praying men,
and 1 will face a hundred volleys.' but
he had besides this faith practical
knowledge of warfare. He had been