th the ammunition. When within three miles of Kansas
City the hack was halted by a picket on outpost duty, and while the driver
argued with the guard, Quantrell and I slipped out on the other side of
the hack and made our way to William Bledsoe's farm, where we were in
friendly hands.

6. IN THE ENEMY'S LINES

Col. Buell, whose garrison of 600 held Independence, had ordered that
every male citizen of Jackson county between 18 and 45 years of age should
fight against the South.

Col. Upton Hays, who was in Jackson county in July and August, 1862,
recruiting a regiment for the Confederate army, decided that it was the
time to strike a decisive blow for the dislodging of Buell. In
reconnoitering the vicinity he took with him Dick Yager, Boone Muir and
myself, all of whom had seen service with Capt. Quantrell.

It was finally decided to make the attack August 11th. Colonel Hays wanted
accurate information about the state of things inside town.

"Leave that to me," said I.

Three days remained before the battle.

Next morning there rode up to the picket line at Independence an old
apple-woman, whose gray hair and much of her face was nearly hidden by an
old-fashioned and faded sun-bonnet. Spectacles half hid her eyes and a
basket on her arm was laden with beets, beans and apples.

The left rein was leather but a rope replaced the right.

"Good morning, grandmother," bantered the first picket. "Does the rebel
crop need any rain out in your country?"

The sergeant at the reserve post seized her bridle, and looking up said:

"Were you younger and prettier, I might kiss you."

"Were I younger and prettier, I might box your ears for your impudence."

"Oh, ho! You old she-wolf, what claws you have for scratching!" he
retorted, and reached for her hand.

The quick move she made started the horse suddenly, or he might have been
surprised to feel that hand.

But the horse was better than apple-women usually ride, and that aroused
some suspicion at Col. Buell's headquarters, so that the ride out was
interrupted by a mounted picket who galloped alongside and again her
bridle was seized.

The sergeant and eight men of the guard were perhaps thirty paces back.

"What will you have?" asked the apple-woman. "I am but a poor lone woman
going peaceably to my home."

"Didn't you hear the sergeant call for you, d--n you?" answered the
sentinel.

A spurred boot under the ragged skirt pierced the horse's fl