Adventures In East Tennessee
- A rifleman belonging to the Southern
army gives the following account of his experiences in the service:
- In the beginning of the American war I
belonged to a regiment of mounted riflemen, and we were sent into Eastern
Tennessee, where there was a good deal of bushwhacking about that time. We
were picketed one day in a line about two miles long across country, and I was
on the extreme left. I took my saddle off, holsters and all, and hung it on a
branch of a peach-tree, and my carbine on another. We knew there were no
Yankees near, and so I was kind o’ off guard, eating peaches. By and by I saw
a young woman coming down to where I was, on horseback. She wanted to know if
there were many of the boys near, and if they would buy some milk of her if
she took it down to them. I said I thought they would, and took about a quart
myself; and as she hadn't much more, I emptied the water out of my canteen and
took the rest. Says she, "If you'll come up to the house yonder, I've got
something better than that; you may have some good peach brandy — some of your
fellows might like a little."I said I’d go, and she says, "You needn't take
your saddle or carbine, it’s just a step, and they are safe enough here —
there’s, nobody about." So I mounted bareback, and she led the way. When we
passed the bars where she came in, she says, "You ride on a step, and I'll get
down and put up the bars." I went on, and as she came up behind, she says
pretty sharp, "Ride a little faster, if you please." I looked round and she
had a revolver pointed straight at my head, and I saw that she knew how to
use it. I had left everything behind me like a fool, and had to give in and
obey orders. " That’s the house if you please," she says, and showed me a
house in the edge of the woods a quarter of a mile away. We got there, and she
told me to get down and eat something, for she was going to give me a long
ride — into the Yankee lines, about twenty miles away. Her father came out and
abused me like a thief, and told me that he was going to have me sent into the
Federal lines to be hung. It seems he had a son hung the week before by some
of the Confederates, and was going to have his revenge out of me. I ate pretty
well, for I thought I might need it before I got any more, and then the old
fellow began to curse me and abuse me like anything. He said he would shoot
me on the spot if it wasn't that he'd rather have me hung; and instead of
giving me my own horse, he took the worst one he had in his stables, and
they put me on that with my feet tied together under his belly. Luckily they
didn't tie my hands, for they thought I had no arms, and couldn't help
myself; but I always carried a small revolver in my shirt-bosom. The girl
kept too sharp watch on me for me to use it. She never turned her revolver
from me, and I knew that the first suspicious move I made I was a dead man.
We went about ten miles in this way, when my old crow-bait gave out and
wouldn't go any further. She wouldn't trust me afoot, and so had to give up
her own horse; but she kept the bridle in her own hands, and walked ahead with
one eye turned back on me, and the revolver cocked, with her finger on the
trigger, so that I never had a chance to put my hand in my bosom. We finally
came to a spring, and she asked me if I wanted to drink. I didn't feel much
like drinking, but I said yes, and so she let me down. I put my head down to
the water, and at the same time put my hand down to where the revolver was,
and pulled it forward where I could put my hand on it easily; but she was on
the watch, and I couldn't pull it out. I mounted again, and the first time
she was off her guard a little, I fired and broke the arm she held the
pistol in. "Now," says I, " it's my turn; you’ll please get on that horse,
and we'll go back." She didn't flinch or say a word, but got on the horse,
and I tied her legs as they had mine, and we went back to the house. The old
man he heard us come up to the door and looked out of the window. He turned
as pale as a sheet and ran for his rifle. I knew what he was after, and
pushed the door in before he was loaded. Says I, "You may put that
shooting-iron down and come with me." He wasn't as brave as the girl, but it
was no use to resist, and he knew it; so he came along. About half way back
we met some of our fellows who had missed me, and come out to look me up.
They took them both, and I don't know what they did with them, but I know
very well what they would have done with me.