Trip with two men.—Killed Stokes for informing on him.—Secreted
in a cave on Big river.—Vows of vengeance.—Watched for
McGahan.—Tom Haile pleads for Franklin Murphy.—Tongue-lashed
and whipped out by a Woman.
After remaining a few days at headquarters I commenced making
preparations for another trip against my enemies on Big river. I was
yet ignorant of the murder of my brother Henry, and knew nothing about
the burning of my mother‘s house, except what I saw at the distance of
a mile, a few hours before I started back to Arkansas. I was now fully
determined to use the same weapons upon some of my enemies, and to
retaliate by any and all means placed in my power. I told the boys my
plan. Among those who were present was Thomas Haile, or “devilish Tom”,
as he was called, and as usual, he was spinning some of his laughable
yarns; but when I spoke the name of Franklin Murphy as probably
connected with the house burning, he stopped short in his conversation,
and after a moment‘s reflection he proposed to go with me to see some
of his old friends. To this I readily consented, and after selecting
another man, we started on our way. We passed through Stoddard and
then into Wayne county after a man by name of Stokes. He had fed me on
my previous trips, inducing me to believe that he was a substantial
Southern man; I learned shortly afterwards that he was laying plans
for my capture, and had, more than once, put the Federals on my trail.
Notwithstanding I had these statements from good authority, I was
unwilling to take his life until I knew to my own certain knowledge
that he was guilty. I did not wish to fall into the error, so common
among the Federals, of killing an innocent man to gratify the personal
enmity of some informer.
Just after dark I went to his house alone, he greeted me in a very
cordial manner and remarked:
“Well, Mr. Hildebrand, I‘m glad to see you—hope you are well—and are
yet too smart for the Feds.”
“Are there any Feds in Greenville?”
“None, sir, none at all; I was there to-day; the place is entirely
clear of the scamps. By the way, Mr. Hildebrand, are you alone?”
“Oh yes; I am taking this trip by myself.”
“Glad to assist you, sir; you must stay with me to-night; I‘ll hide you
to-morrow in a safe place; can go on to-morrow night if you like; would
like for you to stay longer.”
I thanked him for his proffered assistance, but told him that as I had
troubled him so often, I would go to a neighbor‘s about a mile off and
stay until the next night. I went back a short distance to where my men
were and waited about an hour.
My two men after putting on the Federal uniform, rode around the
place and approached the house from another direction; they rode up
in a great hurry and called Mr. Stokes out. Tom Haile in a very
confidential tone commenced:
“Well sir! we are on the hot track of Sam Hildebrand! he is here again;
he robbed a man down on the Greenville road, five miles below here,
about sunset; he came in this direction, and we concluded to ride down
to your house thinking that you might have seen or heard something of
him.”
“I reckon I have, by George! Sam Hildebrand was here not more than an
hour ago, and I tried to detain him; he was alone and said he was going
to stay until to-morrow night at a certain house; I know the place;
hold on a minute! I‘ll get my gun and coat and will go with you—we‘ve
got him this time, sure!”
“All right,” said Tom, “come along; we are always glad to meet a man of
your stripe.”
He marched along with the boys until they came to where I was waiting
for them; Stokes had forgotten to ask many questions, but on coming up
to me in the dim moonlight he asked, “how many men have you?” one of my
men answered “twelve.” He at once began laying plans for my capture,
and related what he had done on previous occasions “to capture Sam
Hildebrand, but that Sam was too sharp for him.” When I thought that
he had said enough I stopped him with the remark—“I am Sam Hildebrand
myself!” and emptied old “Kill-devil” into his bosom.
We then proceeded on, traveling altogether in the night, until about
day-break; one morning we got near the ruins of the old Hildebrand
homestead, and called at the house of a friend. Knowing that we were
in an enemy‘s country and liable to be trailed, we could not sleep,
nor could we travel in the daytime, considering the fact that if our
enemies got after us we would have to run about one hundred and fifty
miles to get out of their lines, and that the government had no less
than four thousand men in active employment all the time for the
especial purpose of capturing me. We secreted our horses in a thicket
under a bluff and entered a cave near by, which was afterwards called
by my name. Our friend remained in the cave a few minutes with us, and
it was from him I learned the particulars of the atrocities committed
by the Federal troops, in the murder of my poor innocent brother Henry.
I shall not attempt to describe my feelings, when the truth flashed
across my mind that all my brothers had been slain in cold blood—Frank,
first, and now the other two—leaving me not a brother upon earth except
my brother William, who was in the Federal army, but whose well known
loyalty was not sufficient to shield his neutral brothers from an
indiscriminate butchery. For several hours I remained quietly in the
cave, studying the matter over; but finally my mind was made up. I
determined to sell my life as dearly as possible, and from that moment
wage a war of fire and blood against my persecutors, while one should
last, or until I was numbered with the dead.
I hastily gathered my arms; only one word escaped my lips: “Revenge!”
sounded and re-echoed from the deepest recesses of the cavern, and
with one wild rush I made for the mouth of the cave; but my two men
happening to be there, sprang to their feet and choked up the passage;
but near it was another outlet—I dashed through it, and down the steep
declivity I hastily made my way, and mounted my horse. But Haile was
close after me, and before I could pass around a fallen tree he had my
horse by the bridle.
“Hold on, Sam! Don‘t be a fool. If you are going to throw your life
away, you cannot expect to kill a dozen; if you take your own time you
may kill a thousand! If I go back without you, what could I tell your
wife and children? Come, Sam, you must not forget your duty to them.
See how they have clung to you! ‘Light now, and go with me to the cave.”
I have but a faint recollection of going back to our retreat; but when
I awoke it was nearly sunset, and Tom soon had me laughing in spite of
myself.
When night came we moved our position about five miles, to the
residence of William Patton, as he was a man whom I particularly
wanted; but we were unsuccessful; he was at home when we first went
there, but by some means he succeeded in eluding our grasp. We left
there, and before daylight we had secreted our horses in a thicket
on Turkey Run, a small creek emptying into Big river above Addison
Murphy‘s, and had stationed ourselves near the residence of Joe
McGahan, on the different roads leading to his house. About eight
o‘clock in the morning I concluded that it was fruitless to watch for
him any longer; so I proposed to repair to Franklin Murphy‘s residence,
which was not more than a mile from where we were; but Tom suggested
that we must now return to our horses and consult as to our future
movements.
We found our horses all right; but when I expressed a desire to stir up
Franklin Murphy for being present at the burning of my mother‘s house,
and several other little incidents that led me to think strangely of
his conduct, Tom Haile replied:
“I do not believe that he sanctioned, in any manner, the outrages of
which you speak; he could not rescue your brother Frank from the hands
of a mob who seemed to have the sanction of public opinion; he could
not prevent an army of soldiers, acting under the command of another
man, from burning the house, nor from killing your brother Henry. Once
for all, let me tell you that it will never do for you to attempt to
harm that man. He is a member of a certain Order, that dates back for
thousands of years; the members are bound together by an obligation to
watch over each other‘s interests, and to shield each other, as much as
possible, from any impending danger.”
Tom was so sincere, and looked so serious—which was not common with
him—that I told him I never would harm one of them, if I knew it,
unless it was in self-defense.
We now thought it best to make our way back to Arkansas. We passed
through Farmington and Fredericktown on the following night, and then
camped in the woods until evening. We started before night, in order to
capture some fresh horses.
Dressed in Federal uniforms, we were riding along the road in Madison
county, when on passing a farm, I saw a fine looking horse in a lot
near the house. I halted my men, dismounted and went up to the horse to
catch him, but he was a little shy, and kept his head as far from me as
possible.
While I was thus trying to get a halter on the spirited animal, a woman
stepped onto the porch and bawled out:
“See here! What are you trying to do?”
“I‘m trying to catch this horse.”
“Let him alone, you good-for-nothing! Don‘t you look pretty, you
miserable scamp, trying to steal my only horse?”
“Yes, madam, but I‘m afraid you are a rebel.”
“I am a rebel, sir, and I‘m proud of it! I have two sons in the
rebel army, and if I had six more they should all be in it. You
white-livered, insignificant scum of creation! you had better let him
alone. Why, you are worse than Sam Hildebrand! He wouldn‘t take the
last horse from a poor widow woman!”
By this time I had caught the horse, but as soon as the woman made that
last remark, I pulled the halter off, begged her pardon and left.
On getting to headquarters, Tom never let me rest about that adventure.