Jesse James and his band of notorious outlaws . the command, Mount! was given, and the cav-alcade, three hundred strong, started on their marchfor Lawrence. The following two days were days of , fearful agonizing blood. As the frontierman, wending his way through the trackless forests,scars the trees with his ax, so that he will find hispath on the return march, so these border ruffiansblazed a path through the beautiful Kansas coun-try, marking every turn, halt and digression by awanton murder or a cruel assassination. In the route they took was the little town ofAubrey, nestlin
Jesse James and his band of notorious outlaws . the command, Mount! was given, and the cav-alcade, three hundred strong, started on their marchfor Lawrence. The following two days were days of , fearful agonizing blood. As the frontierman, wending his way through the trackless forests,scars the trees with his ax, so that he will find hispath on the return march, so these border ruffiansblazed a path through the beautiful Kansas coun-try, marking every turn, halt and digression by awanton murder or a cruel assassination. In the route they took was the little town ofAubrey, nestling on the border line of this hamlet, Quantrell took three men whomhe saw sitting before a store, and compelled themto accompany his band as guides. Rendering their captor faithful service, thefidelity induced by fear, they brought the wholeforce, safely and expeditiously to Cole Creek, eightmiles from Lawrence, and were amply rewarded bythe facetious guerilla. Their reward was death, forFrank and Jesse James, obeying the stern com-. FRANK JAMES. 5 2 JESSE JAMES ^ND HIS BAMD oiand, led the doomed men to a little grove near?.t hand, and shot them down like dogs. The 2istof August smiled on the beautiful land-3cape. The glorious sun shone down on a scene ofquietness and repose. The town of Lawrence, proud of its youngstiength, awoke to labor and the days work. Blissful ignorance was theirs, ignorance of im-pending disaster. The children played in the quietstreets, and the housekeepers were busy in theirdomestic pursuits. The men had gone to the shop,store, and farm, and everything reflected content-ment and plenty. But yonder, in those woods, eight little milesfrom the happy town, a long line of mounted men,serpented its vray through the trees. Like a hugeand slimy anaconda, it twined and writhed, eachsecond bringing it nearer and nearer its prey. Slowly it approached, cruel in its leisure, untilit entered the confines of the town, then suddenlya black flag swept past,
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