McIlvaine‘s Vigilance Mob.—Treachery of Castleman.—Frank
Hildebrand hung by the Mob.—Organization of the Mob into a
Militia Company.
The Vigilance Committee, with Firman McIlvaine at its head, was formed
ostensibly for the mutual protection against plunderers; yet some bad
men were in it. By their influence it became a machine of oppression, a
shield for cowards, and the headquarters for tyranny.
After I left Big River my brother Frank continued to conceal himself
in the woods until about the middle of November; the weather now
grew so cold that he could stand it no longer; he took the advice of
Franklin Murphy and made his way to Potosi, and in order to silence all
suspicion in regard to his loyalty, he went to Captain Castleman and
offered to join the Home Guards. Castleman being intimate with Firman
McIlvaine, detained Frank until he had time to send McIlvaine word, and
then basely betrayed him into the merciless hands of the vigilant mob.
In order to obtain a shadow of legality for his proceedings, McIlvaine
took brother Frank before Franklin Murphy, who at that time was justice
of the peace on Big River. Frank was anxious that the justice might
try the case; but when Murphy told them that all the authority he had
would only enable him to commit him to jail for trial in the proper
court, even if the charges were sustained, they were dissatisfied at
this, and in order to take the matter out of the hands of the justice
and make it beyond his jurisdiction, they declared that he had stolen a
horse in Ste. Genevieve county.
The mob then took Frank to Punjaub, in that county, before Justice R.
M. Cole, who told them that he was a sworn officer of the law, and that
if they should produce sufficient evidence against their prisoner, he
could only commit him to jail. This of course did not satisfy the mob;
to take the case out of his hands, they stated that the offense he had
committed was that of stealing a mule in Jefferson county. They stated
also that Frank and Sam Anderson had gone in the night to the house of
a Mr. Carney to steal his mare; that Mrs. Carney on hearing them at
the gate, went out and told them that Mr. Carney was absent and had
rode the mare; that they then compelled Mrs. Carney to go with them a
quarter of a mile in her night clothes to show them where Mr. Becket
lived; and finally that they went there and stole his horse. Failing
however to obtain the co-operation of the Justice in carrying out their
lawless designs, the mob left with their prisoner, declaring that they
were going to take him to Jefferson county for trial.
The sad termination of the affair is soon told. The mob took my kind,
inoffensive brother about five miles and hung him without any trial
whatever, after which they threw his body in a sink-hole thirty feet
in depth, and there his body laid for more than a month before it was
found. A few weeks after this cold blooded murder took place, Firman
McIlvaine had the audacity to boast of the deed, declaring positively
that Frank had been hung by his express orders. This murder took place
on the 20th day of November, 1861, about a month after I had been
driven from Big River.
A few nights after my arrival at Flat Woods I made my way back to
my old home in order to bring away some more of my property, but
on arriving there I found that my house had been robbed and all my
property either taken away or destroyed. I soon learned from a friend
that the Vigilance Committee had wantonly destroyed everything that
they did not want. I returned to Flat Woods in a very despondent mood.
I was completely broken up.
The union men were making war upon me, but I was making no war upon
them, for I still wished to take no part in the national struggle. I
considered it “a rich man‘s war and a poor man‘s fight.” But a sense
of my wrongs bore heavily upon me; I had been reduced to absolute
poverty (to say nothing of the murder of my brother) by the unrelenting
cruelty of Firman McIlvaine who was a rich man, drowned in luxury and
surrounded by all the comforts of life that the eye could wish, or a
cultivated appetite could desire.
The war was now raging with great fury in many sections of the country;
yet I remained at home intent on making a living for my family,
provided I could do so without being molested, but during all the time
I was at work, I had to keep a sharp lookout for my enemies.
[Illustration: FRANK HILDEBRAND HUNG BY THE MOB.]
That leprous plague spot—the Vigilance Committee—finally ripened and
culminated in the formation of a company of militia on Big River, with
James Craig for Captain and Joe McGahan for First Lieutenant. The very
act for which they were so anxious to punish others, on mere suspicion,
they themselves now committed with a high hand.
They were ordered to disarm southern sympathizers and to seize on
articles contraband of war, such as arms and ammunition. This gave
them great latitude; the cry of “disloyal” could be very easily raised
against any man who happened to have a superabundance of property.
“Arms” was construed also to include _arm chairs_ and their _arms full_
of everything they could get their hands on; “guns” included _Gunn‘s
Domestic Medicine_; a fine claybank mare was confiscated because she
looked so _fiery_, and a spotted mule because it had so many _colors_;
they took a gun from Mr. Metts merely because he lived on the _south
side_ of Big River; they dipped heavily into the estate of Dick
Poston, deceased, by killing the cattle for beef and dividing it among
themselves, under the pretext that if Dick Poston had been living, he
most undoubtedly would have been a rebel.