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
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.”
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