CHAPTER IV.

A LOCOMOTIVE AND TRAIN CAPTURED.

The greater number of us arranged to pass the night at a small hotel

adjoining the Marietta depot. Before retiring we left orders with the

hotel clerk to rouse us in time for the northward bound train, due not

long after daylight. Notwithstanding our novel situation, I never slept

more soundly. Good health, extreme fatigue, and the feeling that the die

was now cast and further thought useless, made me sink into slumber

almost as soon as I touched the bed. Others equally brave and determined

were affected in a different way. Alfred Wilson says,--

"No man knows what a day may bring forth, and the very

uncertainty of what that day's sun would bring forth in our

particular cases was the reason that some of us, myself at

least of the number, did not sleep very much. Our doom might be

fixed before the setting of another sun. We might be hanging to

the limbs of some of the trees along the railroad, with an

enraged populace jeering and shouting vengeance because we had

no more lives to give up; or we might leave a trail of fire and

destruction behind us, and come triumphantly rolling into

Chattanooga and Huntsville, within the Federal lines, to

receive the welcome plaudits of comrades left behind, and the

thanks of our general, and the praises of a grateful people.

Such thoughts as these passed in swift review, and were not

calculated to make one sleep soundly."

As the hotel was much crowded, we obtained a few rooms in close

proximity, and crowded them to their utmost capacity. Andrews noted our

rooms before retiring, that he might, if necessary, seek any one of us

out for consultation before we rose. Porter and Hawkins were

unfortunately overlooked; they had arrived on an earlier train and

obtained lodging at some distance from the depot. The clerk failed to

have them called in time for the morning train, as they had ordered,

and, greatly to their regret and chagrin, they were left behind. This

was a serious loss, as they were both cool, brave men, and Hawkins was

the most experienced railway engineer of our company. W. F. Brown, who

took his place in this work, was, however, fully competent, though

possibly somewhat less cautious.

Long before the train was due, Andrews, who had slept little, if at all,

that night, glided from room to room silently as a ghost, the doors

being purposely left unfastened, and aroused the slumberers. It seemed

to some of us scarcely a moment from the time of retiring until he came

thus to the bedside of each sleeper in turn, and cautiously wakening

him, asked his name, to prevent the possibility of mistake, and then

told each one exactly the part he was expected to take in the enterprise

of the day. There was hasty dressing, and afterwards an informal meeting

held in Andrews' room, at which nearly one-half of the whole number were

present, and plans were more fully discussed. Then Marion A. Ross, one

of the most determined of the whole number, took the bold step of

advising and even urging the abandonment, for the present, of the whole

enterprise. He reasoned with great force that under present

circumstances, with the rebel vigilance fully aroused by Mitchel's rapid

advance, with guards stationed around the train we were to capture, as

we had learned would be the case at Big Shanty, and with the road itself

obstructed by numerous trains, the enterprise was sure to fail, and

would cost the life of every man engaged in it. Andrews very gently

answered his arguments and strove to show that the objections urged

really weighed in favor of the original plan. No such attempt as we

purposed had ever been made, and consequently would not be guarded

against; the presence of a line of sentinels and of so many troops at

Big Shanty would only tend to relax vigilance still further; and the

great amount of business done on the road, with the running of many

unscheduled trains, would screen us from too close inquiry when we ran

our train ahead of time. This reasoning was not altogether satisfactory,

and some of the others joined Ross in a respectful but firm protest

against persisting in such a hopeless undertaking. But Andrews, speaking

very low, as was his wont when thoroughly in earnest, declared that he

had once before postponed the attempt, and returned to camp disgraced.

"Now," he continued, "I will accomplish my purpose or leave my bones to

bleach in Dixie. But I do not wish to control any one against his own

judgment. If any of you think it too hazardous, you are perfectly at

liberty to take the train in the opposite direction and work your way

back to camp as you can."

This inflexible determination closed the discussion, and as no man was

willing to desert his leader, we all assured him of our willingness to

obey his orders to the death. I had taken no part in the discussion, as

I was not in possession of sufficient facts to judge of the chance of

success, and I wished the responsibility to rest upon the leader, where

it properly belonged.

The train was now nearly due, and we proceeded to the station for the

purchase of tickets. By the time they had been procured--not all for one

place, as we wished to lessen the risk of suspicion--the train swept up

to the platform. Hastily glancing at it in the early morning light, and

seeing only that it was very long and apparently well filled, the twenty

adventurers entered by different doors, but finally took their places in

one car.

From Marietta to Big Shanty the railroad sweeps in a long bend of eight

miles around the foot of Kenesaw Mountain, which lies directly between

the two stations. This elevation is now scarred all over with rebel

intrenchments, and was the scene of one of the severest contests of the

war. This, however, as well as the whole of the three months' struggle

from Chattanooga to Atlanta, came a year and a half later. At this time

the nearest Federal soldiers were more than two hundred miles away.

When the train moved on and the conductor came to take our tickets we

observed him carefully, as we knew not how closely his fate and ours

might be linked together in the approaching struggle. The most vivid

anticipation fell far short of the reality. Upon the qualities of that

one man our success or failure hinged. He was quite young--not more than

twenty-three or four,--and looked like a man of resolution and energy.

We noticed that he was also scrutinizing us and the other passengers

very closely, and naturally feared that he had in some manner been put

on his guard. In fact, as we learned long afterwards, he had been warned

that some of the new conscripts who were reluctant to fight for the

Confederacy were contemplating an escape, and might try to get a ride on

the cars. His orders were to watch for all such and arrest them at once.

But he did not think that any of the men who got on at Marietta looked

in the least like conscripts or deserters.

The train ran slowly, stopping at several intervening points, and did

not reach Big Shanty until it was fully daylight. This station had been

selected for the seizure, because the train breakfasted there, and it

was probable that many of the employes and passengers would leave it for

their meal, thus diminishing the opposition we might expect. Another

most important reason for the selection was the absence of any telegraph

office. But, on the other hand, Camp McDonald had been lately located

here, and a large body of soldiers--some accounts said as many as ten

thousand men--were already assembled. Their camp included the station

within the guard-line. When Andrews and the first party had been at

Atlanta, three weeks earlier, few troops had yet arrived at this point.

The capture of a train in the midst of a camp of the enemy was not a

part of the original plan, but subsequently became necessary. It was

certainly a great additional element of danger, but it was not now

possible to substitute any other point.

The decisive hour had arrived. It is scarcely boastful to say that the

annals of history record few enterprises more bold and novel than that

witnessed by the rising sun of Saturday morning, April 12, 1862. Here

was a train, with several hundred passengers, with a full complement of

hands, lying inside a line of sentinels, who were distinctly seen pacing

back and forth in close proximity, to be seized by a mere score of men,

and to be carried away before the track could be obstructed, or the

intruding engineer shot down at his post. Only the most careful

calculation and prompt execution, concentrating the power of the whole

band into a single lightning-like stroke, could afford the slightest

prospect of success. In the bedroom conference every action was

predetermined with the nicest accuracy. Our engineer and his assistant

knew the signal at which to start; the brakesmen had their work

assigned; the man who was to uncouple the cars knew just the place at

which to make the separation; the remainder of the number constituted a

guard, in two divisions, who were to stand with ready revolvers abreast

of the cars to be seized, and shoot down without hesitation any one who

attempted to interfere with the work. Andrews was to command the whole,

and do any part of the work not otherwise provided for. Should there be

any unexpected hindrance, we were to fight until we either overcame all

opposition and captured the train or perished in a body. If we failed to

carry off our prize we were inevitably lost; if any man failed to be on

board when the signal was given, his fate also was sealed. A delay of

thirty seconds after our designs became clearly known would have

resulted in the slaughter of the whole party.

When our train rolled up to the platform the usual announcement was

shouted, "Big Shanty; twenty minutes for breakfast!" Most fortunately

for us, the conductor, engineer, firemen, and train-hands generally,

with many of the passengers, poured out, and hurried to the long, low

eating-room which gave its name to the station. The engine was utterly

unguarded. This uncommon carelessness was the result of perfect

security, and greatly favored our design. Yet it was a thrilling moment!

Victory or death hung on the next minute! There was no chance for

drawing back, and I do not think any of us had the disposition. A little

while before, a sense of shrinking came over the writer like that

preceding a plunge into ice-water; but with the next breath it passed

away, and left me as calm and quiet as if no enemy had been within a

hundred miles. Still, for a moment, we kept our seats. Andrews went

forward to examine the track and see if there was any hindrance to a

rapid rush ahead. Almost immediately he returned, and said, very

quietly, "All right, boys; let us go now." There was nothing in this to

attract special observation; but whether it did or not was now a matter

of indifference. The time of concealment was past. We rose, left the

cars, and walked briskly to the head of the train. With the precision of

machinery, every man took his appointed place. Three cars back from the

tender the coupling-pin was drawn out, as the load of passenger-cars

would only have been an incumbrance. Wilson W. Brown, who acted as

engineer, William Knight as assistant, Alfred Wilson as fireman,

together with Andrews, mounted the engine, Knight grasping the lever,

and waiting the word for starting. The appointed brakesmen threw

themselves flat on the top of the cars. At a signal from Andrews, the

remainder of the band, who had kept watch, climbed with surprising

quickness into a box-car which stood open. All was well! Knight, at

Andrews' orders, jerked open the steam-valve, and we were off! Before

the camp-guards or the bystanders could do more than turn a curious

eye upon our proceedings, the train was under way, and we were safe from

interruption.

[Illustration: CAPTURE OF A TRAIN.]

The writer was stationed in the box-car, and as soon as all were in, we

pulled the door shut to guard against any stray musket-balls. For a

moment of most intense suspense after we were thus shut in all was

still. In that moment a thousand conflicting thoughts swept through our

minds. Then came a pull, ajar, a clang, and we were flying away on our

perilous journey. Those who were on the engine caught a glimpse of the

excited crowd, soldiers and citizens, swarming and running about in the

wildest confusion. It has been said that a number of shots were fired

after us, but those in the box-car knew nothing of it, and it is certain

that no one was injured. A widely-circulated picture represented us as

waving our hats and shouting in triumph. Nothing so melodramatic took

place. The moment was too deep and earnest, and we had too many perils

still to encounter for any such childish demonstration.

Yet it was a grand triumph, and having nothing of a more practical

character for the moment to do, I realized it to the fullest extent.

There are times in life when whole years of enjoyment are condensed into

a single experience. It was so with me then. I could comprehend the

emotion of Columbus when he first beheld through the dim dawn the

long-dreamed-of shores of America, or the less innocent but no less

fervent joy of Cortez when he planted the Cross of Spain on the halls of

Montezuma. My breast throbbed fast with emotions of joy and gladness

that words labor in vain to express. A sense of ethereal lightness ran

through my veins, and I seemed ascending higher, higher, with each

pulsation of the engine. Remember, I was but twenty-two then, full of

hope and ambition. Not a dream of failure shadowed my rapture. We had

always been told that the greatest difficulty was to reach and take

possession of the engine, after which success was certain. But for

unforeseen contingencies it would have been.

Away we rush, scouring past field and village and woodland. At each leap

of the engine our hearts rose higher, and we talked merrily of the

welcome that would greet us when we dashed into Huntsville a few hours

later, our enterprise done, and the brightest laurels of the war

eclipsed!

We found the railroad, however, to be of the roughest and most difficult

character. The grades were very heavy and the curves numerous and sharp.

We seemed to be running towards every point of the compass. The deep

valleys and steep hills of this part of the country had rendered the

building of the road difficult and costly. There were numerous high

embankments where an accident would be of deadly character. The track

was also uneven and in generally bad condition, for the war had rendered

railroad iron scarce and high-priced, besides diverting all attention

and resources into other channels. This unfavorable character of the

road very greatly increased the difficulty experienced by an engineer

unfamiliar with the route in making rapid time, or in avoiding the

varied difficulties incident to our progress. But we trusted implicitly

that the far-sighted plans of Andrews, the skill of our engineers, and

our own willing efforts would overcome all hindrances.

Our first run was short. There was a sudden checking of speed and a

halt. When those of us who were in the box-car pushed open our door and

asked the reason for stopping so soon, we were told that the fire was

low and the steam exhausted. This was startling intelligence, and caused

a moment of consternation. If our "General"--the name of the locomotive

we had captured--failed us at the beginning of the race, we too well

knew what the end would be. For hundreds of miles on every side of us

were desperate and daring foes. A hundred times our number of horse and

foot could be gathered against us in a few hours. The most timid bird

pursued by hounds feels safe, for its wings can bear it above their

jaws. But if those wings should be broken! This engine gave us wings;

but if it should be disabled no valor of ours could beat back the hosts

about us, no skill elude their rage. But we found a less threatening

explanation of our premature halt. The schedule time of our train was

very slow,--only about sixteen miles an hour,--and the fires had been

allowed to run down because of the expected stop of twenty minutes for

breakfast at Big Shanty,--a stop that we had reduced to less than two

minutes. Then the valve being thrown wide open, the little steam in the

boiler was soon exhausted. But this difficulty was of short duration. A

rest of three minutes, with plenty of wood thrown into the furnace,

wrought a change, and we again glided rapidly forward.

But when viewed soberly, and in the light of all the facts since

developed, what were the chances of success and escape possessed by the

flying party? Was the whole attempt, as has been frequently asserted,

rash and foolhardy? Or had it that character of practicability which is

ever the stamp of true genius? Historical accuracy, as well as justice

to the memory of a brave but unfortunate man, compels me to pronounce

the scheme almost faultless. In this estimate I have the full

concurrence of all who were engaged on the opposite side. It is hard to

see how the plan could have been improved without allowing its projector

to have had a knowledge of the precise condition of the enemy such as no

commander at the beginning of an important enterprise ever has. No one

of the plans by which Generals Grant and Sherman finally overthrew the

Rebellion presented a clearer prospect of success.

These are the elements of the problem upon which Andrews based his

hopes. Big Shanty is twenty-eight miles north of Atlanta and thirty-two

south of Kingston. Short of these places he was convinced that no

engine could be obtained for pursuit. He could obstruct the road so that

no train would reach Big Shanty for hours. Pinch-bars and other

instruments for lifting track might be found on the captured engine, or

obtained from some station or working-party. His force of twenty men was

counted ample to overcome resistance at any switch or passing train. One

irregular train only was expected to be on the road, and that would soon

be met,--certainly at Kingston or before,--after which it would be safe

to run at the highest speed to the first bridge, burn it, and pass on to

the next, which, with all other large bridges, could be served in the

same manner. Each bridge burnt would be an insuperable barrier to

pursuit by an engine beyond that point. Thus every part of the scheme

was fair and promising. Only those critics who are wise after the event

can pronounce the attempt rash and hopeless. The destruction of the

telegraph would also be necessary; but this was not difficult. It seemed

as if every contingency was provided for, and then there was the

additional fighting power of twenty chosen men to guard against any

possible emergency. We were now embarked on this most perilous but

hopeful voyage. Coolness, precision of work, and calm effort could

scarcely fail to sever the chief military communications of the enemy

before the setting of the sun, and convince him that no enterprise was

too audacious for the Union arms.

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