This cemetery no longer exists. Sadly, there's nothing left.
Kendall Mellem
John McCorkle writes in his memoir 'Three Years With Qunatrell';
Quantrell then ordered my brother, Jabez McCorkle, and me to hunt the boys up and get them together. I had a squad with me under a bluff on Cedar Creek, and one morning before I dressed Jabez came up with a squad and, leaving his men, came to where I was and was standing on a rock, when in some way he dropped a Springfield rifle which he had in his hand, discharging it, the ball striking him in the right leg just below the knee and, passing upward, shattered the knee joint. We placed him on a blanket and carried him under a bluff and waited on him for several days, but fearing the Federals might discover him, we moved him over on the Nelson Creek and made him a bed under a bluff. His wife and sister stayed with him where he lingered thirteen days and died, and, when the end came, his mother-in-law, Mrs. Harris, his wife, and sister and I were with him. In this sad manner ended the life of my only brother, a brave, true man and soldier. It seems strange that, having passed through so many dangerous places, he had to die at last from a wound inflicted by his own gun. Just after he died, Frank James, Captain Scott and Tom Harris came to where we were. 'This was the first time I had ever seen Frank James, and when he rode up to where my dead brother was lying, he remarked "We heard he was here wounded and had come to stay with him to keep the Federals from finding and killing him." That night, we took his body to his mother-in-law's house, leaving only the women to watch with him and the men all returned to the woods, waiting for the coffin to be made. While his corpse was lying in Harris' house, a company on Federal troops came in, looked at the corpse and left. The next day, he was buried in a country grave-yard near the house, where a few years before, he had been married.'
Contributor: Travis Holt - [email protected]
Kendall Mellem
John McCorkle writes in his memoir 'Three Years With Qunatrell';
Quantrell then ordered my brother, Jabez McCorkle, and me to hunt the boys up and get them together. I had a squad with me under a bluff on Cedar Creek, and one morning before I dressed Jabez came up with a squad and, leaving his men, came to where I was and was standing on a rock, when in some way he dropped a Springfield rifle which he had in his hand, discharging it, the ball striking him in the right leg just below the knee and, passing upward, shattered the knee joint. We placed him on a blanket and carried him under a bluff and waited on him for several days, but fearing the Federals might discover him, we moved him over on the Nelson Creek and made him a bed under a bluff. His wife and sister stayed with him where he lingered thirteen days and died, and, when the end came, his mother-in-law, Mrs. Harris, his wife, and sister and I were with him. In this sad manner ended the life of my only brother, a brave, true man and soldier. It seems strange that, having passed through so many dangerous places, he had to die at last from a wound inflicted by his own gun. Just after he died, Frank James, Captain Scott and Tom Harris came to where we were. 'This was the first time I had ever seen Frank James, and when he rode up to where my dead brother was lying, he remarked "We heard he was here wounded and had come to stay with him to keep the Federals from finding and killing him." That night, we took his body to his mother-in-law's house, leaving only the women to watch with him and the men all returned to the woods, waiting for the coffin to be made. While his corpse was lying in Harris' house, a company on Federal troops came in, looked at the corpse and left. The next day, he was buried in a country grave-yard near the house, where a few years before, he had been married.'
Contributor: Travis Holt - [email protected]
This cemetery no longer exists. Sadly, there's nothing left.
Kendall Mellem
John McCorkle writes in his memoir 'Three Years With Qunatrell';
Quantrell then ordered my brother, Jabez McCorkle, and me to hunt the boys up and get them together. I had a squad with me under a bluff on Cedar Creek, and one morning before I dressed Jabez came up with a squad and, leaving his men, came to where I was and was standing on a rock, when in some way he dropped a Springfield rifle which he had in his hand, discharging it, the ball striking him in the right leg just below the knee and, passing upward, shattered the knee joint. We placed him on a blanket and carried him under a bluff and waited on him for several days, but fearing the Federals might discover him, we moved him over on the Nelson Creek and made him a bed under a bluff. His wife and sister stayed with him where he lingered thirteen days and died, and, when the end came, his mother-in-law, Mrs. Harris, his wife, and sister and I were with him. In this sad manner ended the life of my only brother, a brave, true man and soldier. It seems strange that, having passed through so many dangerous places, he had to die at last from a wound inflicted by his own gun. Just after he died, Frank James, Captain Scott and Tom Harris came to where we were. 'This was the first time I had ever seen Frank James, and when he rode up to where my dead brother was lying, he remarked "We heard he was here wounded and had come to stay with him to keep the Federals from finding and killing him." That night, we took his body to his mother-in-law's house, leaving only the women to watch with him and the men all returned to the woods, waiting for the coffin to be made. While his corpse was lying in Harris' house, a company on Federal troops came in, looked at the corpse and left. The next day, he was buried in a country grave-yard near the house, where a few years before, he had been married.'
Contributor: Travis Holt - [email protected]
Kendall Mellem
John McCorkle writes in his memoir 'Three Years With Qunatrell';
Quantrell then ordered my brother, Jabez McCorkle, and me to hunt the boys up and get them together. I had a squad with me under a bluff on Cedar Creek, and one morning before I dressed Jabez came up with a squad and, leaving his men, came to where I was and was standing on a rock, when in some way he dropped a Springfield rifle which he had in his hand, discharging it, the ball striking him in the right leg just below the knee and, passing upward, shattered the knee joint. We placed him on a blanket and carried him under a bluff and waited on him for several days, but fearing the Federals might discover him, we moved him over on the Nelson Creek and made him a bed under a bluff. His wife and sister stayed with him where he lingered thirteen days and died, and, when the end came, his mother-in-law, Mrs. Harris, his wife, and sister and I were with him. In this sad manner ended the life of my only brother, a brave, true man and soldier. It seems strange that, having passed through so many dangerous places, he had to die at last from a wound inflicted by his own gun. Just after he died, Frank James, Captain Scott and Tom Harris came to where we were. 'This was the first time I had ever seen Frank James, and when he rode up to where my dead brother was lying, he remarked "We heard he was here wounded and had come to stay with him to keep the Federals from finding and killing him." That night, we took his body to his mother-in-law's house, leaving only the women to watch with him and the men all returned to the woods, waiting for the coffin to be made. While his corpse was lying in Harris' house, a company on Federal troops came in, looked at the corpse and left. The next day, he was buried in a country grave-yard near the house, where a few years before, he had been married.'
Contributor: Travis Holt - [email protected]
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