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, which the officer had in another package. Honor to this young lady. True, courageous, and even cheerful amidst the severest trials, she deserves honorable distinction in times like these, which try alike the souls of women and men. None but the brave deserve this fair. I cannot follow the route of Averill all the way. I only cite instances as Illustrative of the brutalities of his raid. He was pioneered by some traitors who had lived in Virginia. Among them two stage drivers, named Hall and Mooney, who had driven stages in the mountains. As a sort of apology for excesses at Mrs. Scott's — which even Yankees thought needed some apology — It was alleged that Miss S. had some time ago hung out a Confederate flag ! The main army turned to the right below Scott's for Salem. A detachment of 100 continued down the Fincastle road to a field near Craig's Creek, some four miles, where 130 C. S. horses were at pasture. They captured three of the guard that had charge of them an
e most of Mr. Kyle's grain. His negroes refused to follow them. Their worst acts of brutality were perpetrated at Mrs. Scott's another of the good mountain inns of olden time. Mrs. S. is a true Southern woman, and has two or more sons in the atwo stage drivers, named Hall and Mooney, who had driven stages in the mountains. As a sort of apology for excesses at Mrs. Scott's — which even Yankees thought needed some apology — It was alleged that Miss S. had some time ago hung out a Confederate flag ! The main army turned to the right below Scott's for Salem. A detachment of 100 continued down the Fincastle road to a field near Craig's Creek, some four miles, where 130 C. S. horses were at pasture. They captured three of the guarout a single wagon. They burned no railroad bridge on Jackson's river. They turned off from the Sweet Springs road at Mrs. Scott's in their retreat, and moving up Barbour's crock at the foot of Price's mountain crossed over the Rich Patch into Alle
em on a fair daughter of the widow. His aspirations met with the highest favor, and on the very night of Averill's advent their mound loves culminated in a wedding feast celebrated amidst the wild shrieking and bowlings of the tempest on the mountain. The festivity had progressed to the fourth degree with uncommon energy. The gentle sex were paying their respects to the supper table, and some of the more vigorous of the mountaineers were employing their time with a powerful jig. A famous Boniface from the valley below had thrown off coat, jacket and shoes, and was spreading himself. Indeed, the dance promised to rival that Tam O'Shanter beheld in Kirk Alloway — the locality and surroundings, and the tempest, all favored a scene of no small dramatic effect. But just then — oh. untimely event — the Yankees obtruded upon the scene and dissipated all its joys, and terminated for the night all its physical recreations. --They are up all the supper — took some thirty horses, ridden up b
rap, but one the bird had no idea of entering. Indeed he saw the General's camp fires and signal rockets, sent up to let our own people know where he was. He had two roads to escape by, notwithstanding Craig's creek was impassable behind him, before he reached the General's trap, viz: One up Barbour's creek and the other down Potts's creek, both leading north to Jackson's river. But when he reached that river he would still have been entrapped but for the unfortunate turning back towards Buchanan by Gen. F. Lee, misted by a false dispatch. But Averill is a man of undoubted energy; and though he carried no fruits along with him of his raid save the eclat of his escape, he has desolated the country along his march, and seriously straitened the people for the means of subsistence. His own army reached his headquarters in Randolph in the most wretched plight imaginable. His last two horse wagon was captured in Greenbrier by our scouts, and he returned but to fill his hospitals with h
t was alleged that Miss S. had some time ago hung out a Confederate flag ! The main army turned to the right below Scott's for Salem. A detachment of 100 continued down the Fincastle road to a field near Craig's Creek, some four miles, where 130 C. S. horses were at pasture. They captured three of the guard that had charge of them and set fire to an unoccupied dwelling to illumine the field so that they could gather up the horses, it being midnight. En route this party plundered Major McCartney's house, taking clothing, a gold watch, liquor, horses, &c; but having no transportation they returned without carrying off much that required it You know all about the doings at Salem, their retreat to Jackson's river and final escape via Covington. They continued their depredations with more or less vigor in proportion to their time and opportunities. They departed in haste, lost all their wagons, and appeared finally in Pocahontas county without a single wagon. They burned no
d in haste, lost all their wagons, and appeared finally in Pocahontas county without a single wagon. They burned no railroad bridge on Jackson's river. They turned off from the Sweet Springs road at Mrs. Scott's in their retreat, and moving up Barbour's crock at the foot of Price's mountain crossed over the Rich Patch into Alleghany, striking Jackson's river three miles above the railroad depot. They charged Colonel Jackson's small guard at the turnpike bridge, four miles above the depot, crIndeed he saw the General's camp fires and signal rockets, sent up to let our own people know where he was. He had two roads to escape by, notwithstanding Craig's creek was impassable behind him, before he reached the General's trap, viz: One up Barbour's creek and the other down Potts's creek, both leading north to Jackson's river. But when he reached that river he would still have been entrapped but for the unfortunate turning back towards Buchanan by Gen. F. Lee, misted by a false dispatch
the enemy, not before brought to light. Averill's November raid was amongst the most unscrupurriage and all that they did not carry off. Gen. Averill, however, put a guard be fore the entrancesupplies of corn and bacon last fall and these Averill completely swept off — leaving her not a poun this fair. I cannot follow the route of Averill all the way. I only cite instances as Illustr and supplies were gone. Many were frosted. Averill himself was reduced to the necessity of cloth. The whole country rings with the curses of Averill. My account comes from eye witnesses. To thGen. F. Lee, misted by a false dispatch. But Averill is a man of undoubted energy; and though he cut their comic and grotesque interludes. And Averill's devastating march had its farce. On the veh the highest favor, and on the very night of Averill's advent their mound loves culminated in a wed the comedy of the terrible mountain raid of Averill — a warning to wedding parties on the border [1 more...]<
its march towards Salem we hear of nothing especially interesting until it emerged from the Alleghenies at Callahan's, the famous old stand at the base of those mountains. This point they had visited several times before, always helping them selves to some of the moveables and supplies thereabouts. In their advance and retreat on this expedition they left Mr. Dixon, the proprietor, little save his land and houses. Proceeding rapidly up Dunlop's creek, they entered the Sweet Springs road at Crow's, that other famous stage stand of other days, where the traveller was so eager to pause, ever sure of a most palatable and refreshing repast, of which venison was a usual dish. The venerable and for famed keeper of the gun died some two years since and left it in the hands of his widow, who still resides there. She has a son or two in the war, and was still offering, in a limited manner, rest and food for the traveller — her means for that purpose being like those of all other publicans i
they did of grain. Mr. Kelley was killing hogs as they came up, and they found a scaffold filled with fat hogs already butchered to their hand, and these they helped themselves to at once. They took all of Mr. Kelley's horses and mules, his wagon, a negro boy, and some of his gearing, wantonly cutting up that belonging to his carriage and all that they did not carry off. Gen. Averill, however, put a guard be fore the entrances to the houses and kept the men from intruding into them. Mr. Beirne was treated with singular brutality. His houses were ransacked — his stores pillaged — all his meat (several thousand pounds) taken — all his liquors and wines appropriated by the plundering soldiery — His watch violently taken from his person — all his horses carried off. His place was well stripped of all that the Yankees desired or could convey away. Continuing their march rapidly, they picked up several horses at Kylets, and appropriated the most of Mr. Kyle's grain. His negr
s November raid was amongst the most unscrupulous and the most destructive of private property which have taken place in Virginia. In its march towards Salem we hear of nothing especially interesting until it emerged from the Alleghenies at Callahan's, the famous old stand at the base of those mountains. This point they had visited several times before, always helping them selves to some of the moveables and supplies thereabouts. In their advance and retreat on this expedition they left Mr. Dixon, the proprietor, little save his land and houses. Proceeding rapidly up Dunlop's creek, they entered the Sweet Springs road at Crow's, that other famous stage stand of other days, where the traveller was so eager to pause, ever sure of a most palatable and refreshing repast, of which venison was a usual dish. The venerable and for famed keeper of the gun died some two years since and left it in the hands of his widow, who still resides there. She has a son or two in the war, and was sti
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