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Lady Val
Sun May 02 2010, 03:47AM
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Portrait Monthly Volume: May 1st, 1864
Romance of the War—Adventures with Mosby's Guerrillas.
A correspondent with the Army of the Potomac, dating from Warrenton, October 22d, 1863, says:
“Last Sunday, October 16, I rode from Alexandria to Bull Run. It was my misfortune to meet with Mosby, and my good fortune not to be captured. I was gaily galloping along the turnpike thinking of this very individual, little imagining him to be the very devil that would soon appear. As I mounted my horse I observed on the newly whitewashed wall of the building, a notice written in great scrambling letters, similar to what a boy would compare the autograph of Jack Shephard, written upon the parlor wall of a plundered mansion. The writer `begged to inform the people of Alexandria' that he had this day `dined in the Marshall House.' On the same line with this date, `September 30, 1863,' was plainly written, `Major Mosby.'”
“Wondering very much if this bandit had been here, and if he had slept in the room on the same landing where Ellsworth was killed, I failed to notice an excited cavalryman, who was hastily telling me that the individual who now troubled my mind so much might trouble me for my purse, my watch—nay, more—myself. I paid less attention to this information than did Lochiel to the forewarnings of the plaided and bonneted seer. Soon I came to a company of the 2d New Jersey cavalry, and was quietly passing, when twenty-five men in gray homespun sprang from the bush, shot a sergeant through the thigh, and captured Captain Gallagher, after shooting his horse. They effected their escape. The men were not drilled, but one or two had pistols, and I think they should have rescued their captain. They did not. Two or three trains turned back, and I was almost persuaded that it would be impossible to get through to Fairfax. I started, however, and galloped through in a short time.
Mosby has a den in the forest. He captured a man in the 106th Pennsylvania the last time the Second Corps crossed the Rappahannock. The man wandered off into the woods about one hundred and fifty yards, when a little man stepped adroitly from behind the cover of a huge oak, presented a revolver at the soldier's head, and intimated for him to keep quiet. All this time the Second Corps was slowly filing along the road within sight of Mosby and his prisoner. He led him by secret and unknown paths to a lair in the mountains, where were other prisoners, sutlers' wagons, and other engaged in the same nefarious calling.
Every one living in this portion of Virginia would die to serve this man. They are his lookouts, his pickets, his videttes. Nothing passes their doors but is seen by them, and information sent to Mosby. He gives them a share of the plunder. A few miles from Anandale, on the road leading to Fairfax, stands a comfortable-looking frame building, with the usual Southern outbuildings. It is but a little over two months since one of our soldiers stood at the front door of this house and shot Mosby. Every one thought the wound fatal. A friend took him to Upperville, where he was carefully nursed by Mrs. Mosby, and now he is waylaying people on the same road. He can never be captured by cavalry. All last winter Stahl's cavalry were busily engaged hunting him. We could attend to a brigade of Stuart's cavalry much easier than he. His haunt is about Upperville. One hundred good men marched there after night and stationed around the building would be sure to take him. In the daytime his friends in the different farmhouses are alert and watchful; he is warned, and immediately flies to some place inaccessible to cavalry.”
Canonizing a man appears to signify making a big gun of him.
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Republican Compiler – May 1st, 1865
All of Moseby’s guerrillas in Northern Virginia have surrendered and been allowed Lee’s terms. Moseby refuses to surrender and two thousand dollars reward for his capture is offered by General Hancock.
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The New York Tribune – May 2nd, 1865
MOSBY
The Star says: “Mosby was at Salem, near Warrenton last Friday, and is still harbored in the neighborhood by the Rebel inhabitants. His command has deserted him entirely, 400 having arrived at Winchester, paroled. Some of them offer to bring in Mosby for $5,000.”
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The Franklin Repository – May 3rd, 1865
Moseby with a few trusted followers, is endeavoring to make his way to Texas.
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New York Times - May 5th, 1865
Mosby To His Troops – Just before running away, the guerrilla leader, Mosby issued the following address to his troops:
Fauquier, April 21, 1865,
SOLDIERS: I have summoned you together for the last time. The vision we have cherished of a free and independent country has vanished, and that country is now the spoil of a conqueror. I disband your organization in preference to surrendering to our enemies. I am no longer your commander. After an association of more than two eventful years, I part from you with a just pride in the fame of your achievements and grateful recollections of your generous kindness to myself; and now at this moment of bidding you a final adieu, accept the assurance of my unchanging confidence and regard. Farewell.
J. S. Mosby,
Colonel Commanding Battalion
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New York Times - May 6th, 1865
Our Richmond Correspondence
Richmond, Va., Monday May 1, 1865
In a conversation today with one of Mosby’s men, I elicited the fact that the guerrilla chief who for the past four years has been the scourge of the eastern counties of the State, disbanded his followers at Salem, Roanoke County, on Wednesday last, and, with tears in his eyes, told them that he should himself attempt to reach the party of the Ex-President, and make tracks to the Trans-Mississippi.
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gpthelastrebel
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Mosby's Namesake

Mariposa Gazette, Number 19, 3 October 1908 — Page 3

General John S. Mosby. the Confederate cavalryman. used to tell of a comic incident which happened in the Shenandoah Valley in 1864. Near Millwood a regiment of cavalry halted one night and went into camp. One of the men, who was hungry, slipped away and went off in the neighborhood to get something to eat. lie rode up to a cabin on a farm in the dark, and called for the person inside to come out. A negro woman, known at that time HS an intelligent contraband, opened the door and asked him what he wanted. The soldier wished to lie assured of his safety before dismounting and while eating his supjier. so he inquired of the woman if any one but herself was there. Site replied, "Yes, Mosby is here." "What!" said he, in a whisper. "It Mosby here?" "Yes," she said, "he is in the house." The soldier put spurs to his horse and dashed off to Ills company to carry the news. When he got there he informed the colonel that Mosby was in a house not far away. The regiment was soon mounted, and weid at a last trot, thinking; they had Mosby in a trap. When they arrived at the negro woman's house the colonel ordered his men to surround it. to prevent Mosliy's escape, while he went in with a few to take him, dead or alive. The woman again came to the door of the cabin. The colonel inquired. "Is Mosby here?" She innocently replied. ••Yes," so he walked in. After the colonel got inside lie looked round. Hut the woman seemed lo bo all alone and utterlj unconscious of having so important a person for a guest. In a loud voice the colonel demanded, "Where is Mosby?" "'Kre lie is," answered tin- tei rilled negrcss. at the same time ixiiiitiug to a cradle on the lloor. The colonel looked into the cradle and saw a little African pickaninny sucking its paw.

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gpthelastrebel
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Los Angeles Herald, Volume 25, Number 267, 24 June 1898



MOSBY AND FITZHUGH LEE

How the Last Confederate Flag Was Carried Through Alexandria The conversation had naturally drifted into war channels, and the major had the floor. "Well, Colonel Mostly, you know, was a good lighter, but when General Grant sent him to Chna (China) the Virginians turned the cold shoulder to him. One day he was making a Speech in Alexandria. He told the Virginians that they ought to vote for him. " 'Why,' said the colonel, 'I fought all over Northern Virginia for four years. Talk about my war record! Why, my war record Is a part of the state's history. Why, gentlemen, I carried the last Confederate flag through this very town.' " 'Yes,' replied Fitzhugh Lee, 'for I was here at the time.' " 'Thank you for your fortunate recollection,' gratefully exclaimed Mosby. 'It is pleasant to know that there still live some men who move aside envy and testify to the courage of their fellow beings. As I say, gentlemen, my war record Is a part of the state's history, for the gentleman here will tell you that I carried the last Confederate flag through this town.' " 'That's a fact,' said Fitzhugh Lee. 'I saw him do It. He carried the Confederate flog through this town, but Kilpatrick was after him, and he carried It so blamed fast you couldn't have told whether It was the Confederate flag or a small-pox warning."— New York Sun.

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