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22 James Cleland Hamilton, "John Brown in Canada," Canadian Magazine, IV (1894), 119-140.

23 G. D. Smith, "A Well-Kept Secret," in Clarksburg Exponent-Telegram, February 12, 1933,

quoting John J. Davis at the dedication of the Masonic Temple at Clarksburg in 1915.

24 Harrison County Circuit Court records, Clarksburg, West Virginia.

25 Joseph H. Diss Debar, "Two Men, Old John Brown and Stonewall Jackson, of World-Wide

Fame, by One Who Knew Them Both," in Clarksburg Telegram. Undated clipping, about 1894.

26 Le Monde Maconnique (Paris), January 1860, reprinted in translation in Anti-Slavery

Standard (New York), October 6, 1860.



1 Rathbone still showed his indignation at being forcibly deprived of his personal property when

he added the following in the first of the notes later appended to his diary:

"When captured the Rebs, that is the men of the 18th & 23d Cav were robbing my men of all

the loose property and hats, blouses and shoes. This took place even after they had us in ranks.

One burly fellow came up behind me and struck me in the back of the head with his fist [and] took

my hat. Another grabbed my watch guard[,] broke it in several pieces [and] took my watch &

knife. I threw my revolver into the river when a Reb jumped in and got it. While this robbery

was going on I asked who the Commander of the Rebels was and was shown and told that this was

Gen Imboden's command. When shown to me I appealed to him to stop the robbery of my

command. He replied 'It is no more than you deserve you damned Yank.'"

In the final sentence of the note he added some information about their fight: "After the war

I learned from one of the Rebs who was in the engagement there we killed 16 and wounded 40."

2 Here the text of the diary is followed by this statement in parentheses: "Note, these particulars

are not full." Rathbone apparently was referring to his fourth appended note which reads as follows:

"As soon as taken Prisoners we were put on the road and marched as fast as we could be made

to go, and a part of the way over the same roads that we had come on. In six or eight miles we

overtook our other detachment and with it was Col. Leeds and the men taken with him: They

kept us on the jump till nearly night[,] halted us awhile[,] and then marched us nearly all night.

"Very many of the prisoners were about run off their last legs. Many overheated and exhausted.

Some could go no further and were put on to ambulances or on horseback, and thus kept along

with the Rebel force. Col Leeds seemed to feel the effects of the over march more than any one

and had to ride. He seemed to be prostrated by the sun and to have taken cold in his throat and

was chilled whenever we got in a shade.

"I had been nearly prostrated by the march of the 2d July over and across some very steep and

high hills or ridges and the march, after the capture, about took the little of life that I had left.

I was like a windbroken horse, couldn't breathe half way down.

"This lasted me through all my imprisonment. It also caused severe symptoms of Heart-trouble

and threatened paralysis[,] and later on the food produced scurvy and diarrhea and constipation."

3 This is known as the skirmish at South Branch Bridge. Another of Rathbone's notes to the

diary adds a little to the account in the text:

"When the Rebs fell back from South Branch they didn't say much. Gen Imboden came back

propped up in a carriage. He was said to be wounded. They marched us hard till way after night

till they got to forks of Cacapon when they crowded us close together and placed a heavy guard

around us, gave us some meal but no way to cook it or carry it."

4 Note three at the end of the diary describes his quarters at Lynchburg and an incident that

took place there involving Col. Leeds:

"While confined in the old Tobacco warehouse at Lynchburg, our room was perhaps 40/20 ft.

with windows in one end, and that end 4 stories high while in front or on the street our floor was

but one story, or the second floor. We were assigned to and placed in the end of the room where

the windows were, but we couldn't see anything for the windows were strongly barred. We occupied

about half the room and the one door opened into our part; two guards, one on each side of the

room kept us separate from the occupants of the other end of the room. The stench was horrible.

Among the men confined in the back end was a civillian [sic] or citizen from East Tennessee.

He was a Preacher and was about 65 years old. He had been in Prison for more than a year and

was nearly naked. He was Union to the death. I heard him say one day that 'I'll rot in Prison

before I'll deny the good old Stars and Stripes.' His name was James Floyd. One day a cowardly

assault was made on him by a Deserter who knocked the old man down, jumped on him and was

beating him when Col Leeds regardless of the guards sprang through the guard line seized the

Reb, pulled him off and holding him at arms length as if his touch was contamination, shook him