The National tribune., 1910-08-18

he fell from his horse onto the hard
pike. Whether it was a bullet from
my pistol that struck him or one from
the pistol of one of my men l never
knew nor wanted to know. All of this
| happened in a few seconds, but as l
raised my pistol to fire / got a good look
at his features, which so impressed me
that 1 can recall them vividly to-day.
He was the only one of the enemy that
l saw during the fight At that time
several of my men We're killed and
wounded, and the Partisan Rangers
were getting in their deadly work from
ambush, just like lot of Missouri guer-
rillas.
I My command was standing in line.
| Not man had broken from the ranks.
| They We're watching every opportunity
| to get in shot by locating the enemy
by the sound of the crack of their re-
volvers, while ! was waiting for move
ments of Lieut. Manning in getting his
men thru the fence and forming in the
| field, which he succeeded in doing; but
alas! too late.
I turned TO speak to Gosson, one of
my men, who was wounded in the arm.
My horse went down on the hard pike,
falling on my leg, which caused me
such excruciating pain that i nearly
tainted. My horse arose to his feet
again, made lunge sidewise. and we
both rolled into the ditch by the side
of the pike, and / was lost to the world
for awhile. When / returned to con-
sciousness ! was captive in the field
! about 20 yards from the fence sup
ported in the arms of Simenton, one of
my men, who was wounded, and anoth-
er wounded man from Co. E was dous-
ing me with cold water.
/ ] could not tell the time of day, as
had been separated from my watch as
well as other loose personal property
probably by those who had despoiled
the body of Maj. Reed My cavalry
boots were in the possession of one of
the Rangers, who was standing near,
and boy about IA or 5 years of age,
named Hutchinson, was trying to shoot
me. learned that one of the Rangers
who had some knowledge of surgery
had removed my left boot to get at my
wounded leg, from which he cut out
about % No. 4 shot. G can count about
that number of scars whenever / want
a reminder of the fight) The boot was
then taken by one of the other Rangers,
who, knowing that boots always came
| in pairs, removed the other one About
a month before that date | was ordered
out on scout around the Blue Springs
country, with instructions to arrest
every male member of the num-
erous Hutchinson family old enough to
shoot. In making my raid among the
lot captured was this boy and father.
Owing to the pleadings of his mother
and sisters / was induced to release the
boy, who then wanted to shoot me, be-
cause. as he said, had taken his father
prisoner.
"Rai!gcrs" and "Gucrrillas."
He was, then, one of Mosbys guer-
rillas ! make a distinction between
Mosby's Partisan Rangers" and Mos
by's "guerrillas." In the Spring of 1884
in COcur IL Alamo ('itXr Idaho I NO,
old johnny. We went across the lake
together. On the way across we
swapped' stories, and, learning that /
had belonged TO the I'd Mass. Cav, he
SAID he was one of Mosby's Partisan
Hangers and from his knowledge of the
DraneSVllle fight and other little facts
connected with our actions in Virginia,
had no doubt of it. During our trip
across the lake an old acquaintance of
his tried 10 get into the conversation,
but ! noticed that my Ranger friend
gave him the cold shoulder. After the
man left us ] said: You don't seem to
take very kindly 10 your friend" No"
he replied; 'he was a Missouri
guerrilla"
AS / lay on my back minus watch,
purse, hats, boots, etc, and unable to
move, Ranger officer with n detail of
men came up, and ordered the men 10
take the prisoners down to the pike
near house, and. turning to me- very
kindly inquired about my injuries. and
wanted to know what had become of
my hat, boots, etc. ] told him that he
would probably find them among his
men. He called a man named Stewart,
and had him take charge of me and TO
see that every article taken from me
was returned. First came my hat, but
minus the cord, which was afterward
returned; then watch. purse, and, last
of all. but very reluctantly, my boots.
The Good "Union" Men.
I noticed many familiar faces of the
good. honest Union" men that / had
many times seen at their homes in the
surrounding country, who were mixed
In with the Rangers that day. The fact
Is that nearly every man living In Vir-
ginia within the field of Mosbys opera