Hines / Hines-Templeton The Most Dangerous Man in The Confederacy

1. Auflage 2022
ISBN: 978-1-6678-2648-6
Verlag: BookBaby
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: PC/MAC/eReader/Tablet/DL/kein Kopierschutz

E-Book, Englisch, 172 Seiten

Join Thomas Henry Hines and other relatives of the authors in epic adventures as they navigate their way through the civil war. Thomas Henry Hines, considered the most dangerous man in the confederacy, was a master escape artist. His network of spies helped confederate generals by providing them upcoming Union troop movements. Come along as we bring history to life!

Autoren/Hrsg.

Hines, Bill

Hines-Templeton, Martha

Leseproben

1 The Most Dangerous Man in the Confederacy: The water squished in his boots and the mud tried to hold him back with every step as Captain Thomas Henry Hines, 9th Kentucky Cavalry, Confederate Army tried to hurry the horse he was leading across the muddy field. A groan from the man on the horse told him that General John Hunt “Thunderbolt” Morgan was still with him. They were now beyond the line of trees and needed to get across the field quickly, for even in the darkness Thomas could hear the faint sounds of the prison guards trying to pick up their trail. It was shortly after midnight when Thomas, the General and five other officers had escaped from the Ohio Federal Prison after six weeks of digging a tunnel with spoons, kitchen knives, and a purloined shovel. Capt. Hines had hatched the escape plan after noticing that the cells on the level with his were dryer than others and he surmised that there must be an air vent under them. It took three weeks of chipping away with the spoons and kitchen knives to get past the concrete and through the soil down to a four-foot x four-foot box which was part of the ventilation shaft. After some calculations the men decided to dig toward the prison wall but had come up just short of the twenty five-foot high outer wall. Leaving their digging tools beside the pile of coal where they emerged from underground, the men crept to the outer wall. They scaled the wall while the sentries were huddling out of the rainstorm that was lashing the prison. Captain Hines had gotten a message out to the leader of the Copperhead Movement, a group of Indiana and Ohio residents who were Confederate sympathizers, and the Copperheads had horses waiting for them in the woods just north of the prison. Knowing they would soon be discovered the men rode hard for the tree line further north of the prison, but as they galloped in General Morgan’s horse tripped in the tangle of rain slicked deadfall trees and went down. The General was thrown off and tore his leg open on a sharp limb as he fell. From the groans he was hearing, Thomas guessed the General broke some ribs also. Two of the other officers had turned back south to try to lure the enemy away and the other three were somewhere ahead trying to catch the General’s horse. They must get the General to safety at all costs. Thomas had taken off his neck scarf and used it as a tourniquet to slow the bleeding from the General’s leg, and he stopped for a moment to examine the wound. “How are you making it Sir,” he queried the General. Morgan groaned and rocked slightly but said through clenched teeth, “I’m doing alright, I can still ride. What’s your plan now, do you think we’ve gotten away?” “Hard to say, Sir. Sheldon and Taylor turned back south to try to draw the prison guards away from us; the other three are somewhere ahead trying to catch your horse. Are you going to be up to riding the rest of the night?” “I think so.” Morgan replied, “Do you plan to get us to Canada?” “That would be our best chance Sir.” Hines replied, “If we can get into Ontario, I have an aunt there who is a nurse. She would take us in.” The captain didn’t elaborate on the fact that Aunt Katherine Angelina Trudeau was also an ardent abolitionist. She didn’t agree with the Confederate cause, but Thomas was sure she would never turn away a wounded man, regardless of which side he was on. General John Hunt Morgan The rain continued to pour down, fortunately the lightning had stopped so they wouldn’t be so easily seen, and the torrents were washing away their tracks. Finally, they were across the field and into woods again. Thomas began to think about where he might hide them to let the General rest awhile. The rain had stopped now and there was moonlight to see by. They were able to navigate better with the light. The mid-November trees, most of their leaves gone now, stretched their bare branches toward the sky in a silent supplication for a return of spring. The dank, musty smells of wet, decaying leaves and horse sweat were their only companions now as they pushed on through the night. The wind came up and moaned through the bare tree branches seemingly in unison with General Morgan’s moans. Shortly before dawn, he spotted an old barn in the distance. It had been part of a homestead farm in the past but there was no house around for as far as he could see. The barn had seen its better days and listed precariously to the east. Should he chance going out into the clearing around the barn? Captain Hines knew the General really needed to rest for a while. The weathered old barn was their only hope of a refuge where the General could rest and where they would be un-detected. There was nothing to do but take the risk and he led his horse with the General aboard into the barn. After helping Morgan from the horse, Thomas laid him down as comfortably as possible, then unsaddled the horse, and using wisps of old hay, brushed it down. The old barn smelled of mice and decaying hay. The roof had begun leaking long ago and parts of the inner sanctum was covered by mold. Each gust of wind elicited groans from its ancient frame, but it would be better than being outside. Both men slept fitfully off and on for a few hours then Hines told the General, “I’ll go see if I can find something for us to eat if you’ll be alright for a while.” “I’ll be OK,” Morgan replied, “How far do you figure it is to the Canadian border?”, “Not sure, Sir, but it’s probably a few days.” He knew approximately where they were but couldn’t be sure of the distance. “Is your leg hurting a lot?” Morgan winced, “I can sure feel it,” he replied, “but my dang ribs hurt worse. I’m pretty sure some are broken.” Captain Hines crept cautiously from the barn and walked around the old, abandoned farmstead. There was a clearing around the barn, and he came upon a rock foundation where a house had stood long ago. Someone had raised a garden there last year and had missed a few plants when they dug their potatoes. Taking a stick, he dug around the plants and retrieved a few, somewhat moldy potatoes. Putting these in his pocket, he ventured ahead in a circle around the farmstead to see what lay ahead of them. As he circled, Hines pulled up some of the dried grasses to feed the horse, keeping a wary eye out for any sights or sounds that meant danger. He would have preferred to stake the horse outside and let it graze but knew that would be too dangerous. Anyone passing by would certainly notice it and come to investigate. Finding nothing but a patchwork of fields and forest, he plotted a course ahead to follow once it got dark again. Returning to the barn, he showed Morgan the potatoes. “It’s not much, Sir, and they’re not the freshest but will give us some nutrition anyway.” “Good work Captain,” the General said, “beggars can’t be choosers I’ve always heard. We’ll get a steak when we reach Ontario,” Morgan brushed the dirt and skin off a potato, took a bite and chewed thoughtfully. “You think we should lay low here during the daylight?” he wanted to know. “Yes, I do Sir, too much danger of running onto someone we don’t want to see if we try to go during the day.” The two men took turns napping throughout the day and waited until full darkness before venturing from the barn. Overhead, the honking of geese, flying south to their wintering grounds was the only sound besides the wind and the creaking of the barn. The night was partly cloudy with occasionally some starlight, fortunately there was no moonlight for them to be seen. The fallen leaves were still wet enough that they gave no sound as man and horse walked on them. All through the night, Captain Hines led the horse northward, with General Morgan aboard, making for where he knew they could cross the border into Ontario. If they could make that they would be reasonably safe. Shortly after dawn, a rider suddenly appeared in their path. There was no time to turn aside and hide. “Howdy fellows.” the rider said, “I’m Jed Thomas, I live up near the border.” He waited expectantly for them to introduce themselves. Before saying anything, Hines made the sign of the Copperhead Movement on his horse’s neck. Jed’s eyes got wide. “Are you?” he exclaimed. General Morgan said, “More to the point Sir, are you?” “Yes, Sir, I’m a member of the Copperheads, and now, who might you be?” Jed was starting to look a little suspicious. Hines took over; “We’re Confederate soldiers, just escaped from the Ohio State Prison and headed for the border, could you help us, Sir? I’m Captain Thomas Henry Hines, and this is General John Hunt Morgan.” “Yes, I’ve heard of you Hines,” Jed replied, “the Union Army says you’re ‘the most dangerous man in the Confederacy.’ I’d be honored to help you get across. We can make it in a few days at the rate you’re traveling, and I know a route that we aren’t likely to come across anyone.” A wry smile came across Captain Hines’ face, “The most dangerous man in the Confederacy indeed,” he thought, “and only 5’9” and 140 pounds.” But he understood why he had...