m. Several Confederates
followed the young Confederate into the room, and I heard them call him
Cole Younger. He (Younger) sent for Col. Cockrell (in command of the
Confederate forces) and stated the case to him. He also called the young
man Cole Younger and directed him to guard the house, which he did. My
brother had with him about $300, and I had about $700. This money and our
revolvers were, with the knowledge and approval of Cole Younger, placed in
safe hands, and were finally delivered to my mother in Warrensburg, Mo.
Cole Younger was then certainly a high type of manhood, and every inch a
soldier, who risked his own life to protect that of wounded and disabled
enemies. I believe he still retains those qualities and would prove
himself as good a citizen as we have among us if set free, and would fight
for the Stars and Stripes as fearlessly as he did for the Southern flag.
I have never seen him since the battle of Lone Jack. I know much of the
conditions and circumstances under which the Youngers were placed after
the war, and knowing this, I have great sympathy for them. Many men, now
prominent and useful citizens of Missouri, were, like the Youngers, unable
to return to their homes until some fortunate accident threw them with men
they had known before the war, who had influence enough to make easy their
return to peace and usefulness. If this had occurred to the Youngers,
they would have had good homes in Missouri."

It is to Major Foster's surprise of the command at Lone Jack that Kansas
City owes its escape from being the scene of a hard battle August 17,
1862.

Quantrell was not in the fight at Lone Jack at all, but Jarrette and Gregg
did come up with some of Quantrell's men just at the end and were in the
chase back toward Lexington.

In proportion to the number of men engaged, Lone Jack was one of the
hardest fights of the war. That night there were 136 dead and 550 wounded
on the battlefield.

8. A FOUL CRIME

With two big farms in Jackson county, besides money-making stores and a
livery stable at Harrisonville, my father at the outbreak of the war was
wealthy beyond the average of the people in northwestern Missouri. As a
mail contractor, his stables were filled with good horses, and his
property was easily worth $100,000, which was much more in those days, in
the public esteem, than it is now.

This, perhaps, as much as Walley's enmity for me, made him the target for
the freebo