The Noble Ten
two had barely time to get a horse out of the stable before the Glotfelty boys were right on them, but each of the rebels rode away at full speed, cutting their bundles loose, the boys firing at them without effect.
But the boys were in close pursuit, and soon one of the rebels, lagging behind, abandoned his horse and disappeared in the woods. The other, having old Mr. Specht's fast horse, soon out-distanced the boys, and when he found that he had gained sufficiently on them, as he happened to come past the old Mr. McHenry place he compelled an old Negro to give him his best suit of clothes, hat and gun. Then, meandering all day ahead of the boys, he pulled up for the night at the old stone tavern (Tomlinson?) on the pike. His pursuers thought it expedient to stop with some farmer a few miles on the other side until the next morning, thinking they could capture their game more easily. But he was on to their job, and before they had arrived he had taken his departure in the direction of Salisbury. They were successful in capturing their man that forenoon in P. S. Hays store. He was handcuffed and taken to Grantsville, and from thence sent to Cumberland and lodged in jail. But subsequently a band of rebel raiders broke into the city, looting it and breaking open the prison. The prisoner made his escape.
We afterwards learned that these two chaps were deserters from the 54th. Pennsylvania Volunteers, but whether they were ever captured or court martialed I do not know.
Well, the boys felt none the worse over the excitement and fun. All, no doubt, would have felt better if the fellows could have had their just punishment, but the farmers were all too glad to get their horses back, and the merchants, too, having most of their goods returned. So, on the whole, it was something to think of and talk about for some time afterward. I shall not soon forget that night's experience. On our return home, when we got to the Bear Creek hills, we discharged our guns. There was a mighty roar and thunder down through the glen. Soon every house in the neighborhood had a light shining--all wondering what would happen next.
"Mingled with doubts, hopes and fears
With aching hearts and burning tears;
But few are left of the Noble Ten
That guarded the road through Bear Creek Glen"
Footnotes: When the Editor of Tableland Trails read this story to his Uncle Thaddeus Hinebaugh, several years ago, the latter provided the following comment about Accident, Md. as he remembered it about the time that the "Noble Ten of Bear Creek" were living:
"Richard Fairall built the house in which your family lived during World War I. It is now occupied by Earl Ault."
"The store of Richard Fairall is now the Matthew Store—for
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