quantrell had great admiration for independence; his men adored it. burris’ regiment was still there—fortified in the courthouse—and one day in february, 1862, the guerrillas charged the town. it was a desperate assault. quantrell and poole dashed down one street. cole younger and todd down another, gregg and shepherd down a third, haller, coger, burns, walker and others down the balance of the approaches to the square. behind heavy brick walls the militia, of course, fought and fought, besides, at a great advantage. save seven surprised in the first moments of the rapid onset and shot down, none others were killed, and quantrell was forced to retire from the town, taking some necessary ordnance, quartermaster and commissary supplies from the stores under the very guns of the courthouse. none of his men were killed, though as many as eleven were wounded. this was the initiation of independence into the mysteries as well as the miseries of border warfare, and thereafter and without a month of cessation, it was to get darker and darker for the beautiful town.
swinging back past independence from the east the day after it had been charged, quantrell moved up in the neighborhood of westport and put scouts upon the roads leading to kansas city. two officers belonging to jennison’s regiment were picked up—a lieutenant,38 who was young, and a captain, who was of middle age. they had only time to pray. quantrell always gave time for this, and had always performed to the letter the last commissions left by those who were doomed. the lieutenant did not want to pray. “it could do no good,” he said. “god knew about as much concerning the disposition it was intended to be made of his soul as he could suggest to him.” the captain took a quarter of an hour to make his peace. both were shot. men commonly die at god’s appointed time, beset by guerrillas, suddenly and unawares. another of the horrible surprises of civil war.
at first, and because of quantrell’s presence, kansas city swarmed like an ant hill during a rainstorm; afterwards, and when the dead officers were carried in, like a firebrand had been cast thereon.
