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om his thorough knowledge of the country, was of incalculable service on all occasions. It was at Williamsburgh I first saw him. Commanding the cavalry rear-guard on that occasion, he was obliged to fall back before superior numbers, and rode up to Johnston's headquarters in the village to report just as the enemy appeared advancing on the redoubts from the Yorktown and Warwick Court-house roads. He appeared much fatigued and overworked, and would have served admirably for a picture of Dick Turpin when chased by officers on the road to York. His horse was a splendid black, with heavy reins and bit, cavalry-saddle, and holsters; foam stood in a lather upon him, and he was mud-splashed from head to hoof. Stuart himself wore no insignia of command: a common black felt hat, turned down in front and up behind; a heavy black overcoat, tightly buttoned; elegant riding-boots covering the thigh; a handsome sabre, carelessly slung by his side, and a heavy pair of Mexican spurs, that jingle
n — all lawless bushwhackers. An intricate byroad through underbrush and over hills brought us to the rendezvous. The game had gone. A farmer had warned them of the coming of our cavalry — the deep woods affording them every facility to successfully vamoose the ranche, and continue to enjoy life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness; and it is assuredly happiness for them to be able to shoot pickets, assassin-like, at midnight, or plunder farmers in a style worthy the palmiest days of Dick Turpin. We reached Salem about eight o'clock in the evening, picked up two or three of Moseby's men, and learned that Moseby had taken quarters in the neighborhood. This was decidedly refreshing news. The next question under discussion was how to find him. Captain Boyd in this succeeded admirably. He learned that Moseby's rendezvous and principal headquarters had been for a long time at the residence of Colonel Hathaway, about five miles from Salem and twenty from Front Royal. It was an
William Hepworth Dixon, White Conquest: Volume 1, Chapter 8: brigands. (search)
n Procopio? What lonely ranch and noisy drinking ken has not heard of Capitan Senati's deeds, and Capitan Moreno's treachery? What selorita has not sighed over the romantic love and tragic fate of Capitan Vasquez, the Mexican hero? Each of these brigands has excited and disturbed the country, roaming through the valleys, plundering the lonely farms, stopping the public mails, and carrying girls into the woods; each hero, as the hybrids think, combining the best qualities of Robin Hood, Dick Turpin, and Claude du Val. Soto was the captain of a band of horse-stealers. Driving horses from the herd is ranked by Mexicans as the most lucrative and gallant branch of a brigand's trade. To steal horses, a man must be brave, cool, and hardy; he must know the country like a guide-each hidden jungle, nameless cave, and rocky pass-and he must sit his saddle as he sits a chair. All Mexicans ride well, but even for a Mexican ranger, Capitan Soto was a dasher; going like a gale of wind; yet
Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 3 (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.), Book III (continued) (search)
rsalized for England and America by the war of 1914—Tipperary, keep the home Fires burning, over there, the long, long Trail—; commemorate its leading events. In general, as over against sentimental, romantic, or adventure pieces, ballads dealing with historical events or important movements occupy but a small corer in American popular song. Captain Kidd has retained currency in New England and in the West, and the collector still comes at times upon ballads of the British highwayman, Dick Turpin. Some widely diffused songs, their authorship and origin now lost, which reflect emigrant and frontier life, especially the rush for gold in 1849, are Joe Bowers, Betsy from Pike, and The days of forty-nine. Pretty Maumee possibly echoes relations with the Miami Indians. The dreary Black hills reflects the mining fever of one period of Western history; and there are other sectional satires, like Cheyenne boys, Mississippi girls, or humorous narratives or complaints, like Starving to de
Jula Ward Howe, Reminiscences: 1819-1899, Chapter 7: marriage: tour in Europe (search)
en a man would give out, and would be allowed to leave the ungrateful work. The midday meal, bread and soup, was served to the prisoners while we were still in attendance. To one or two, as a punishment for some misdemeanor, bread alone was given. Charles Dickens looked on, and presently said to Doctor Howe, My God! if a woman thinks her son may come to this, I don't blame her if she strangles him in infancy. At Newgate prison we were shown the fetters of Jack Sheppard and those of Dick Turpin. While we were on the premises the van arrived with fresh prisoners, and one of the officials appeared to jest with a young woman who had just been brought in, and who, it seemed, was already well known to the officers of justice. Dr. Howe did not fail to notice this with disapprobation. At one of the charity schools which we visited, Mr. Mann asked whether corporal punishment was used. Commonly, only this, said the master, calling up a little girl, and snapping a bit of india rubb
A daring highwayman. --The Leesburg (Va.) Mirror, of Wednesday, contains the following account of a Dick Turpin exploit is that vicinity, a few nights ago: A most bold and daring robbery was perpetrated a short distance from Leesburg, on Friday night last, by some unknown scamp.--Two citizens of this county, Mr. John Boniz and a Mr. Simpson, left town for their homes shortly after nightfall in an open wagon; when about a mile on their way they were overtaken by a man on horseback, who, with a heavy stick, struck Bontz senseless, and then dismounting, overpowered Simpson, and rifled the pockets of both-- obtaining from the former about $40 in money, which he coolly fobbed and rode off, leaving his victims to mourn treasures lost — when they come to their senses. Two cavalry men came up at this time, however, and gave chase to the retreating highwayman, and pursued him so closely that he dismounted and took to the woods, where, in the darkness of the night, he made his escap
Highway Robberies. --This species of amusement, which was thought to have gone out of vogue — having had its most brilliant representatives in the days of Dick Turpin and Claude Du Val, who flourished several hundred years ago — has been revived in Richmond with considerable success. On several occasions recently, parties have been arraigned before the Mayor for committing acts which closely resemble those for which the highwaymen of the olden time suffered the extreme penalty of the law. It is, perhaps, to be regretted that the old time rule in regard to this class of offenders is now obsolete, and that a dance on one string does not reward the exertions of the highwaymen of the new era.--They certainly show by their boldness that they are entitled to all the consideration that can be extended to them as violators of the law. Among the parties arraigned yesterday for offences resembling unauthorized and forcible levies on the highway, were Geo. Annaker and Wm. Rose, who w
Dick M'Cann's last Exploit --The Winchester Bulletin, of April 3d thus records the doings of Dick McCann, Dick has a long score against the vandals, and if he don't pay it off we have mistaken the man: Major Dick McCann's Tennessee squadron of cavalry has again been at work. A few days since the Major (the Yankees call him "Dick Turpin") took one hundred of his men and penetrated Rosecrans's lines to Antioch, about nine miles from Nashville. When within a quarter of a mile of Antioch the whistle of the "iron horse" was heard. "Dick"proceeded at once to have revenge on the inhuman wretches who, it will be remembered, burnt his residence near Antioch. Leaving his horses behind a bill, he posted the men a la ambush Four trains laden with soldiers had already passed. The fifth came along crammed with blue coats in open cars. Crack! crack! pop! bang! whizzes and such lofty tumbling of blue coats must have been peculiarly gratifying to the Major and his brave men. A few mile
Dick Turpin Redivivus. --The romantic days of Dick Turpin, Claude Duval and others of that ilk are being revived on the Pacific coast, and high way robbery is of frequent occurrence. A few weeks since a stage was stopped about one mile from Virginia City, Nevada, according to the old rules of the road. An obstruction was placed on the highway, and as the stage came up, the postillion received orders to "halt." He did so; a cocked musket was pointed at his head; and others of the gang made the passengers get out and stand in a row on the wayside. Men kept guard over them with loaded pistols, while others relieved them of watches, money and other valuables. The thieves got about fifteen thousand dollars in cash, besides six gold watches and several diamond jewels. A lady in the coach was not molested, for the leader of the gang said he would "scorn to rob a woman." Wells, Fargo & Co's express was robbed; the bullion was thrown away but the coin was appropriated. After th