John Brown the Hero: Personal Reminiscences — John Shaqi
John Brown the Hero: Personal ReminiscencesWinkley, J. W. (Jonathan Wingate)
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John Brown the Hero: Personal Reminiscences
Winkley, J. W. (Jonathan Wingate)
Brown, John, 1800-1859
As the writer remembers him as he appeared that morning, he gave
evidence of being a man of intelligence and character. He was
tall,—some six feet in height,—rather slender in build, and of dark
complexion. This answers the description given of Montgomery by those
who knew him well.
Montgomery afterward gained well-earned distinction by leading Free
State settlers, banded together for self-defense, to fire upon United
States troops, putting them to rout. He became, still later, a colonel
in the Northern army at the outbreak of the Civil War.
The trooper's story was soon told, as it needed to be, for there was
no time to be lost. He was a messenger from the Middle River region,
so-called, dispatched to us by his comrades in distress. He had
come twenty-five miles through the night and darkness, in an almost
incredibly short time, stopping by the way only to arouse the scattered
Free State men to arms.
He had been sent to ask help. The need was pressing. The invaders were
many, defiant, and reckless. They had encamped in the neighborhood,
were burning haystacks, foraging their horses in the cornfields,
hunting down Free State men, and sending terror to the hearts of women
and children. Detachments of marauders were sent out here and there on
these errands of mischief. They had even penetrated, not twelve hours
before, to within ten miles of the spot where we stood; had made
prisoner and borne away a pronounced Free State man; and, in addition
to that, had besieged other Northerners in their log cabins and
destroyed their property by pillage or fire,—as we shall see further
on in our story.
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By this recital of the messenger our sympathies were sufficiently
enlisted; but if anything additional were needed, further to gain our
attention, it was given then and there.
As the speaker drew his narration to a close, all present instinctively
turned their eyes in the direction whence he had come: namely, toward
the south-east. There a sight met our gaze that riveted us to the
spot—a spectacle as marvelous as it was beautiful, and singularly
confirmatory of our informer's words. To our utter astonishment we
looked directly, at that moment, into the enemy's camp twenty miles
away, though seemingly less than a quarter of that distance. It was
one of those peculiar phenomena, rarely seen on the water and less
frequently on the land, and more wonderful in the latter case when it
does thus appear, because more perfect and on a grander scale: the
mirage.
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