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28 TTTE SU2TDAX JESSE JAMES 111 LIFE Story of Guerrilla JLdTenttires " Written by Bandit's Son. HIS CAREER AS OUTLAW Many Train Robberies Wrongly Charged to His Band. Irt Taktm by Jeuelaaei la th Gnerrllla History ef tae SsatkwMt. : Jesse James, Jr., sou of Missouri's famous bandit, has written what he calls the story of his father's life. The sanative deal almost almost entirely with Jesse James, the guerrilla, and gives scant attention to Jesse James, the alleged train robber. My object in writing this book, he says, U two fold. Thousands hare asked me why I did not write such a book, and promised to buy one if I did write It. If all of these, keep that promise it will hare been a good business JBSSB JAMES. (From a Photograph Taken la 187S. venture for me. One of my objects, then. In writing the book la la the hope that It will bring aom money for the support of my mother. My other object In writing It is to do something t correct the false Impressions that the public have about the character of my father. Others may differ from me on this: point, but I believe It my duty to the memory ot my father that the truth about him .be told. . . . - ' . I make no claim to literary merit in this book. I have had little time in. my life to go to school. - In the years that boys usually spend la school I was at work earning wages for the support of my widowed mother and the education of my fatherless sister. I have tried to make this book a straightforward- straightforward- account of the things I write about as I see them. While we lived oa Woodland avenue. In Kansas City (Jesse James was then, living Incognito as "Mr. Howard"), there was a vacant lot behind oar house, and the father of Con Murphy, the county marshal, lived on the ether side of thle lot. At that time Marshal Morphy was very anxious to capture my father, and nearly every night a posse would gather at Murphy's house and start out for .Via Muintra amiin Tftitnmin Iffc thit "Cracker Neck" district la search of members members of the James band. My father used to walk over to Murphy house in the evening when the posse would be starting out. and talk to them about their plana, and wish them good luck oa their trip. I told Mr. Murphy recently recently about this and he laughed heartily at It. I remember seeing my father walking with a eaae and limping, while we lived In- In- Kansas City. I bave beea told since that be did this aot because he was lame, but to help disguis himself. My strongest recollections of my father are ef the time after we moved te St. Joseph. Mo. W weat from Kansas City te St. Joseph ia a covered wagon, or "prairie schooner. drawn kv twA Rnrme mm A mnnt h.p linriA a.i , saddled, leading behind. Charlie Ford- Ford- drove the team. . I sat most ot toe time on the seat with him, and father stayed Inside the wagon until we were well out of Kansas City. We crossed the network of railroad tracks in the west bottoms of Kansas City and drove np through Leavenworth and Atchison, Kan. It was my father's intention, whea a started, to stop at Atchlsoa and rent a house. Whea we reached Atchlsoa we drove through the town and unhitched the horse at the edge of the town. . Father and Charlie Ford, rode back through the town to see If they could find a house for rent. They came back very soon and said the people were watching them suspiciously, suspiciously, so they hitched up again and drove oa toward St. Joseph. It wa whit w lived In this house on the hill in SU Joseph that I best remember my father. I was then years eld. I remember my father aa a tall, rather heavily built man. with a dark sandy beard. He was. very kind to mother and: to sister and to me. I remember best his good-humored good-humored good-humored pranks, his fun-making, fun-making, fun-making, and his playing with Be. I did not know that he was concealing anything from the public, or that ha was In danger of capture. He was living thea under t-h t-h t-h MMmm nf Thnm a ZTnwarifr la those days in St. Joseph, father always kept at least two horses tn the stable back of the house. Father was heavily armed at ail times. Ia the bouse he kept a double-barreled double-barreled double-barreled hot gun loaded with buckshot, a Winchester rifle, a torty-five-caliber torty-five-caliber torty-five-caliber torty-five-caliber torty-five-caliber Colt's revolver, a torty-five-eallber torty-five-eallber torty-five-eallber torty-five-eallber torty-five-eallber Seefleld revolver, and three cartridge belts. He sever left the boose -without -without both of the revolver and th three cartridge belts loaded, and some cartridges ia hla. pockets. That -was -was the way be armed himself when he weat davi Ion. WWb aa went away to be gone any length ot time he carried, in addition to this, a small valise fall ef cartridges. When oa a trip he carried his Winchester strapped eo the Inside of a large -umbrella. -umbrella. My father was a great deal of the time at home while we lived in St. Joseph. He often, took me with him tor rides on horseback whea the weather wa fair. I generally rod la front of him. sitting astride ef th horse's shoulders, and clinging with both hands to the man. - Sometime I would ride behind him and hold oa to his coat. These horseback trip led away out tut th country beyond sight or hearing of the Iowa. I recall very distinctly that oa one of these trip he sat me up en top of a rail fence, where I huag oa by the stakes, and thea he rode away and hewed me how he used to charge the enemy whea he waa a soldier under QuaaLrelL With th bridle rein la his teeth, and an unloaded revolver tn each hand mapping the triggers rapidly, he charred toward me on th aiim and I thought it waa great fun. . Oae day the home of a preacher who lived In the suburbs of St. Joseph burned down, aad the next day my father took me over oa horseback horseback to te th ruins. He talked quite a while -with -with lie preacher and hi wife. -W -W found out after my father's death that this preacher used to live ia Liberty, Ha, near the home ot my people, and that both he aad his wife recognized my father. But they kept , m :&. ,7 -Ksvwf -Ksvwf the secret welt. They could hay earaed the $20,000 reward by betraying my father, bat they were loyal, as all friend of our family wera la those days, and la the trying tlmea since then. . . The spring my father was killed there was a great parade in L Joseph la- la- celebration of some public event. My father rod on horseback, horseback, with me la front of him. with the parade orer its whole route. Leading the parade was a platoon, of mounted police, and father rod right behind them. On forenoon while my father was sitting at the window, with me on hla lap. he saw the chief of po'lce of St. Joseph and four men coming up the hill toward the house. Father got up hastily and sat me in a rocking chair, and told me to be very quiet. He raa out to the barn, and in a moment, had. hla horse saddled. Then he came back into the house, and said a few words hurriedly to my mother while ha put on his cartridge belts and revolvers, revolvers, watching out of the window all of the time. He brought his Winchester rifle out of a closet and stood with it at the window. Just far enough back so that the chief of police could not see him. The chief stopped in front of the house and put one foot and hand upon the fence as if to come in, and I saw my father take aim at him with the rifle. Then the chief evidently changed his mind and went away. In a moment more he would have been killed. My father thought, of course, that the chief had discovered who he was, and was coming after him. We learned after my father's death that the chief was simply showing some strangers over the city, and had brought them over the hill on which our house stood, because because it overlooked the whole city. - The last time that my father was at hla birthplace was as Ideal apring day. The grass and flowers were Just coming up green JESSE JAMES AND HIS SON. aad fresh.-and fresh.-and fresh.-and th leave wera budding on th big coffee bean tree la th corner ef th yard wher be lie buried aow. Father was la a good humor that day and he sat all of th afternoon with my grandmother in th shad ot th porch aad they talked together of aid time. While they were sitting there a pretty red-headed red-headed red-headed woodpecker alighted oat a tree fifty yard away and dang te th bark. My father pulled hla -revolver -revolver aad said t my grandmother: - . .. '"Mother, yon have heard about my being a good shot; I willahow you. - . - He threw the revolver does ea the little bird, pulled th trigger, aad it f eU dead. My father wa a wonderful marksman. I have heard his old comrades tell that seated oa horseback, with a revolver la each hand, he would rid at full speed; between two tale-graph tale-graph tale-graph poles, or two tree, aad begin firing at them when he was a few yards away, aad before he was more thaa a few yards beyond them he had emptied the chamber ot both revolvers, and the six bullet from the revolver revolver In bis left hand were buried la the pole te the left of him, while the six bullets from th revolver la hi right hand were la the pole to hi right. , Th Ford boys had th confidence ot my father. Charlie Ford had beea with him off and oa for years, and father had befriended him and protected him and fed him when be was penniless. Father had not the slightest suspicion that the Fords meant to harm him, This ts proven by the fact that after break fast that morning father took off his belt aad revolvers and threw them upoa th bed and threw hi coat ever them. He did this he- he- cause It waa a very warm morning, aad th belt and! revolvers were tiresome te carry. Another reasoa was that it waa necessary to have the doors and windows open, aad father thought that people passing th house might be suspicious If they saw him armed. , After my father put th revolver upon the bed he noticed that a picture on the wall was hanging awry. He placed a chair beneath the picture and stood upon It to straighten It, and then he started to brush the dust from It- It- Standing thus, hla back waa turned t the Ford boys, who were in- in- the room. This was the opportunity the lords bad been waiting for. It was the very first time they bad seea him unarmed since they knew him. Bob Ford drew hi revolver, aimed It at th back ot my father's head, and cocked tt. Father heard the click ef the hammer and mad a movement a it to turn around. But before he could do ae Ford palled the trigger and father fell backward dead. " , Nearly three year after th murder, when I wa t yeara old1, I wa In Kansas City with my grandmother. We were walking up Mala street. I had hold of my grandmother's hand. . Suddenly I saw aad recognised Charlie Ford coming down the street toward ua I knew him the instant I saw him. and I was very much excited. I -said -said te my grandmother: grandmother: "Here comes the man who killed my father." It was the first time my grandmother had seen him sine that day he wa at her homo with father, tea days before the murder. Tbe sight of him made her weak and she sat down on a box la front of a shoe etorev Ford saw her and went to walk past with hi head turned the other way. but she called to him: "You don't know me, Charlie" He stopped and said : "Yes, I know you. Tou are Mr. Samuel. "Yes, and yon killed my brave boy; you murdered him for money. I ought to kilt you," she said to him. - He threw up both his head in treat ef bis face and answered: "Mr. Samuels, don't say that. If you only know what I am suffering, you wouldn't talk to me that way." I heard Charlie Ford tell my grandmother In that talk that he did not know that Boh Intended to kill my father till they get to St. Joseph, and then Bob told him If he did aot consent to it he would kill him along with Jesse. Ford repeated over and ever again that he was suffering the worst agonies of remorse. remorse. The perspiration streamed down hla faee aad there were tears la his eye. He begged my grandmother te forgive him and she said: "If God can f orglv you. I will." My grandmother asked htm what he did with th $10,000 he got for murdering my father, and he replied: "Mrs. Samuels, before- before- God, we never got but a few hundred dollar of that reward. ';-.:'--': ';-.:'--': ';-.:'--': ';-.:'--': ';-.:'--': ';-.:'--': -.' -.' . My grandfather, Robert James, wa a Baptist Baptist preacher of wide renown la the early days la Western Missouri. He was born and raised ia Kentucky, and was a graduate ef the Georgetown (Ky.) college. Hla family was oae of the old families of Logan county. Kentucky. Kentucky. My grandmother's mother waa a Lindsay, Lindsay, ot tbe famous old Lindsay family of Kentucky. Kentucky. . Senator Lindsay Is a member of this family. At the outbreak of the civil war my people lived Bear Kearney, la Clay .county. Mo. My grandmother, being a native of Ken- Ken- , tucky, was naturally a Southern sympathiser, as was her husband. Dr. Samuels,- Samuels,- her second husband. Ia the spring of 1863 a band of militiamen came to. the bona ot my grand-mother grand-mother grand-mother and demanded te know where Quae-trell Quae-trell Quae-trell was. . Quaatrell's band had been la that neighborhood shortly before this, and these militiamen thought, I suppose, that my folks could be frightened Into telling where they were. If they knew. My father was plowing corn with Dr. Samuels when the militiamen cam up. They took Dr. Samuels from the plow and drove him at the points of their bayonet to a tree near in Darn ana put a rope around his neck and hung nun to a iimo until he was nearly dead. . Then they lowered him, loosened the rope, and demanded that he tell where Quantrell was. He ma not Know, and. ot course, could not telL He would aot have told If he had known. Three times tney strung him up te the limb and lowered him. The rope cut Into his neck until it Died. The militiamen drove my father, who was a boy of 15. up and down the corn rows, lashing his back with a rope and threatening him with their bayonets. They forced him up to the mulberry tree to witness the cruel treatment ot his stepfather. . When they were through torturing Dr. Sam uels with the rope, they went to the house and pointing their guns at my grandmother, said: ' "Tou had better tell what you know." My grandmother answered: "I am Ilk Marion's wife, what I know I will die know- know- In" They took Dr. Samuels away and had been gon a short while, when three shots were heard la the direction tney naa gone. ait grandmother thought they had killed him. and believed so for days afterward. But they did. not kill him. They rode with him until mid JESSE JAMBS. JR. night, and lodged him, hungry aad auffertag great pain with bis neck, la th Jail at ub- ub- ertv. - , - After the militiamen had gone with his stepfather, Jesse James said to his mother: "Ma, look at th stripes os my back. My grandfather. took off his shirt aad hi back wa livid with long stripes. My graad- graad- mother wept at the sight aad he said te her: "Ma. don't cry. I'll not stand this again. What can yon dot she asked him. ; "I will join Quantrell. he said. .rr.:-a .rr.:-a .rr.:-a "But they have stolen all th horse; and yew have so money, she said. . "Time will bring both. was the reply of my father.. Soon after this my grandmother aad her daughter were arrested and takea to St. Jo seph and thrown into Jail, aad kept ther twenty-tiv twenty-tiv twenty-tiv days. - No charge waa mad against her. That same spring, after Jess James had beea beaten by the militiamen. Fletcher Taylor, a member of Qoaatr ell's guerrillas, aad on ef th moat desperate fight ers tbe world ever saw, came for aim aad took him to Join Quantrell , t . ..' - . . , r March 14. 1865, the guerrillas la Missouri held a conference to talk over a plan of surrender. surrender. The Confederate armies every where had surrendered with the exception of Shelby a brigade, which was goiag into Mexico Mexico te espouse the cause of Maximilian. Th guerrillas at this cooference decided to surrender, surrender, with tbe exception of .Clements, Jess Jame. and several other, and. bearing a flag of trace, they marched late Lexington. : Mw te allow all who wanted te sorreader te do so. My father rod at th head of th column and bore th wblt flag f true. They held a conference with Major Rodger, aad were marebtng oat again, my father yet ia front, carrying aloft the white flag, whea eight Federal soldier fired point blank at them, and were charged la turn by the guerrilla guerrilla and routed. My father fell, aad his horse fell dead oa top of him. - As the Federals Federals galloped past five of them fired at my father as he lay pinned to the ground. My father pulled himself from beneath the horse and raa for th timber. Five Federal pursued pursued him. firing aa they ran.. My father turned once, and at a distance of 200 yards killed the Federal whe was leading the chase. This caused a momentary halt ot his pursuer, pursuer, and during It h pulled off hi heavy cavalry boots, which were nearly full of blood. - Before be started agala to run la hla stockinged feet he fired at his porsuer aad shattered the right arm of oae of them. The other three Federal were pressing him close. My father was getting weaker and weaker from loss of blood. Th leader of th three pursuers yelled at him: "Damn your soul, we're got you at last. Stop and be killed Ilk a gentleman." - My father, at bay. tried to lift hla heavy dragoon pistol, bat waa toe weak te lift 1 with one hand alone. He grasped It la hla two heads and killed the Wlscoasia trooper who had cursed him. The remaining two of th five turned aad ran. My father staggered 500 yard further and fell fainting upon the bank of a creek. -- -- This - encounter occurred March 15, 18S. That night, the next day, and all of that Bight aad till aunset of th third day my father lay alone oa the beaks of the creek, bathing his wound and drinking the water. He had a burning fever, and tbe bullet hoi through his lung gave htm the moat intense pain. At sunset of March 17 be crawled tea field where a man was plowing, and this mta proved to be a friend. He carried my father oa horseback that night to th home of Mr. Bowman, a distance of fifteen miles. Ther my father was tenderly nursed by his Inseparable Inseparable companion. Arch Clements, till the surrender of Poole, March 21. with 129 guerrillas. It was well understood by these guerrillas and also by Major Rodger, to whom tbey surrendord, that my father was considered one of the number who surrendered, surrendered, although bis wounds kept him from actually surrendering. As soon as my father was strong enough to get around be attended revival service held in the Baptist church la Kearney, and waa converted aad professed religion, and was baptized and Joined the church. . His was a sincere conversion. No one who 1 acquainted acquainted with th life and doings of my father will accuse him ef hypocrisy in this act. because because a hypocrite I a coward, and even the worst enemy my father ever had never accused accused him of cowardice. . lie was bom only a short Urn when the horn guards smeller him out again, and drove him away. ' From that time to the day of hi death, fourteea years later, he waa a hunted aad aa outlawed , - ...... e My father waa anxious at all time to surrender surrender te the proper authorities, upoa proper guarantees of protection from violence at the hand of hla enemie aad fair treatment at the hands ot the officers of the law. These t : . of a ta a

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