Autobiography of Samuel S. Hildebrand, the Renowned Missouri "Bushwacker" and Unconquerable Rob Roy of America: Being his Complete ConfessionHildebrand, Samuel S.
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Autobiography of Samuel S. Hildebrand, the Renowned Missouri "Bushwacker" and Unconquerable Rob Roy of America: Being his Complete Confession
Hildebrand, Samuel S.
Guerrillas -- Confederate States of America -- Biography; Guerrillas -- Missouri -- Saint Francois County -- Biography; Hildebrand family; Hildebrand, Samuel S., 1836-1872; Missouri -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Personal narratives; Missouri -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Underground
I fell back to my companions, reported progress, and again took my
stand in the fence corner. As soon as the two neighbors were gone, my
uncle made known to my mother, and to his wife and daughters, the cause
of the disturbance; the younger members of the family having retired
early in the night, were all fast asleep. As soon as my uncle thought
it prudent to do so, he came out and invited us in. Although my mother
had received the news of my visit with a quiet composure, yet, on my
approach, she arose silently and started toward me with a firm step,
but in a moment she tottered and would have fallen, but I caught her in
my arms; she lay with her head on my bosom for some minutes, weeping
like a child, and I must confess that now, for the first time since I
was a boy, I could not restrain my tears. My mother broke the silence
by uttering, in broken sentences: “Oh, my dear son! Have you indeed
come to see your mother? I thought I would go down with sorrow to my
grave, as I never expected to see you again on earth!” How my manhood
and my iron will left me at that moment! How gladly would I have left
war and revenge to the beasts of the forest, and secreted myself in
some quiet corner of the earth, that there, with my mother and my
family, I might once more take delight in the sweet songs of birds, and
in the tranquil scenes of life, like those I enjoyed in my younger
days!
My mother became more tranquil, and we talked over matters with a great
deal of satisfaction; and my uncle, to divert our minds from a subject
too serious, occasionally poked fun at me, by accusing me of trying to
steal his bee-gum, in which he was joined by my two comrades. His two
daughters were flying around in the kitchen, and presently announced
a supper for us all. We enjoyed ourselves finely until two o‘clock in
the night, at which time we were compelled to leave, in order to secure
a safe retreat from the vigilant search to be made for us during the
following day.
On starting, we rode back on our old trail half a mile, to where we
had crossed a small creek, down which we rode, keeping all the time
in the water, for about three miles, to a public road leading south,
which we followed about six miles; then, on coming to a rocky place
where our horses would make no tracks, we left the road at right angles
and traveled in the woods about two miles; here we made a semi-circle
around a hill, and camped in a commanding position. My comrades did
picket duty while I slept nearly all day. At night we went to a friend
who lived near my old residence, and from him we learned that our
trail had been discovered on our way up, that the whole militia force,
composed almost exclusively of my old enemies, together with some Dutch
regulars, were quartered at Big River Mills; that the woods were being
constantly scoured; that each ford on Big river was guarded night and
day, and that they considered my escape impossible.
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