The Noble Ten
The Noble Ten
M. P. LICHTY, Zion, North Dakota
Printed in the Salisbury, Pa., "Star" circa 1900
"During the spring and summer of the memorable year of 1863 I was living in the well known Cove country near Accident, Md. on the old Frantz place then owned by Uncle Emmanuel Gnagey.
It was during sheep-shearing time that news reached us one evening that rebel raiders had invaded Accident and were after plunder. Early the next morning the editor's father (editor of the Star) and I saddled two horses, old brown "Bet", and I a little roan pacer and started for Accident.
We had proceeded but a mile when we met old Uncle John Frantz, excited and angry as a bear, because as he said "two d-----d rebel soldiers are in town and had all the people cowed and scared nearly to death, that they had already captured 15 of the best horses in the community, and are helping themselves to the merchants' goods in great shape and that they have threatened to come out into the Cove to plunder that evening. And now," he said, "I want to muster a squad of men to help me capture the scoundrels before they get out of the country with their boodle."
"All right," said S. J. (editor's father), "we'll go and get our mail and do a little shopping, then come right back, if we don't get captured or lose our horses."
When we got to Accident we left our horses at Mr. Menhorn's smith-shop, and then went over to Boyer Brothers Store. Sure enough, here were two bold looking men in rebel uniform, and apparently armed to the teeth, keeping the Boyers busy tying up bundles of goods. We learned that they had just come out of Uncle Dick Fairall's store where they had made him contribute most liberally to the cause he was so deeply in sympathy with. Boyers' poor old clerk, "Sammy" Keller, with trembling voice and limbs, and tearful eyes, beckoned us into the wareroom and told us to take all the goods we could lug home, at our own price and time to pay, "for, you see, these fellows are just more than ruining us."
Just then one of the Johnnies stepped out and walked over toward our horses but we were right after him, and without any questions being asked or answered we hurriedly untied our steeds and in a trice were galloping home.
On our arrival we found that old Grandpa Bittner, from near
M. P. Lichty
Ruth Enlow Library, Oakland
22 x 15 cms
Western Maryland, 1750-1963