January 04, 1882
PAP PRICE. Warrensburg.
His letter to the Hawkeye respecting the reminiscences called to mind by that visit, is full of interest.
Mr. Burdette thus writes. I was here many years ago, "enduring the war." We marched through Warrensburg one bright sunny day, but it didn't look like this. We were seeking for a man name Price, and he and a retiring modest which is the birth right of noble men, shrank from our gaze. An agile and tenderhearted old confed he was. Hard to catch, when he wanted to get away, and always soldierly and gentle in his treatment of prisoners that was one of the brightest traits in the character of (Major) Gen. Price, "Old Pap" Price," his own men and the Union troops alike were fond of calling him.
Major General Sterling Price.I remember in some of our dealings with him in this Missouri campaign, in some of our interchanges of shells and courtesies, Gen. Price became possessed of a number of Union prisoners. Being at that time busily engaged in getting away, the old man did not care to be troubled with prisoners, so he paroled the whole crowd.
But he knew that these unarmed men would, in all probability, be murdered, and at any rate plundered and ill-treated by the guerrillas and bushwhackers which swarmed all through these parts of Missouri at that time; I tell you, brethren, there were some bad citizens in Jackson County in those days, so Price sent a guard of cavalry with the paroled men, with a flag of truce, and these regular Confederate troopers escorted their prisoners to our lines, turned them over and got receipts in due form, and then galloped away to rejoin their column and get ready to shoot at us, whose friends they had guarded so carefully and characteristic of General Price.
I drove over to old Warrensburg with my friend, Mr. Cockrell, son of General Cockrell, Senator from Missouri. That is we went from Jackson, Mississippi, to Vicksburg together. Not quite together either for the General got there first, and it was more than a month before Grant and I, I mean me and Grant could get in. And then we had to climb over the fence and there wasn't a bone or a crust in the pantry. The General's son treated me better than his father, because of the first night I was in town, with characteristic southern hospitality, he threw wide open the doors of his home, a home made doubly charming and hospitable by the accomplished lady whose graces crown and adorn it and I was his welcome guest.