We drive by old houses every day. Do you ever think about what took place within those walls?

I had the opportunity to spend a beautiful April day in Mosby’s Confederacy at a house that was once the family home of one of Mosby’s Rangers: Major Adolphus “Dolly” Richards.

For a little background, Dolly joined Co. B of John Singleton Mosby’s Partisan Rangers (43rd Va. Cavalry), as a private. He was promoted to 1st lieutenant in Co. C on Dec. 7, 1863, and became a captain in April of 1864. He was promoted to major on Dec. 7 1864, for “valor and bravery.”

At the time of his parole in May of 1865 he was just 21 years of age.

Dolly Richards of Mosby's Confederacy

Adolphus “Dolly” Richards

As many of you know, Mosby never had a “headquarters.” Instead, he requested that patriotic Virginians board his men in their houses. At a time when most of their men folk were away in the Confederate Army, having young Rangers in the household was a distinct blessing. (And to the teenage girls of these households, it also meant a considerable improvement in their social lives).

Yet there was great risk in hiding Mosby’s men. Harboring “partisan guerillas” was more than enough legal cause to have homeowners arrested by federal troops. Houses in “Mosby’s Confederacy” were searched again and again as the war dragged on.

Green Garden was the home of Dolly’s father Jesse. In one particular incident, the Yankees surrounded the house in search of Dolly and his brother, who they had been told by a deserter resided there. Their father denied the accusation and was brutally beaten by the Yankees after they found some clothing belonging to the known Mosby Ranger.

Imagine the terror you would feel at waking up to the sound of loud banging—and then looking out the window to see the enemy surrounding the house. Such was the sight that Dolly Richards and his comrades Captain Walker and Private Hipkins faced at one o’clock in the morning on a bright moonlit night in February of 1865. The blue uniforms of the enemy troops that filled the yard at Green Garden contrasted against the white snow that lay on the ground.

On other occasions when the odds were this great, Major Richards and some of his companions had shot their way out. But he dared not try that this time, knowing it would put his father and his family at risk. Major Richards had only time to seize his pistols and his field glasses, and scurry with this fellow troopers to a trap door in a closet. This “hidey hole” was in the lower floor and covered with an oil carpet, over which a bed was rolled.

hidey hole dolly richards

The “hidey hole” still remains in a closet at Green Garden.

By this time the Federals were knocking with more fury, and soon forced themselves into the house. They found Major Richards’ uniform, his boots with the spurs attached, as well as his white hat with its black ostrich plume—and knew they were close to catching him.

Forcing the father of Major Richards to furnish them candles they searched the house over and over from cellar to garret and back. One officer suggested they burn the house, but others protested so the plan was abandoned. For two hours they scrutinized every portion of the house, the outbuildings and stables.

The hours of the search were a trial for the three hidden away beneath the floor. Imagine knowing that a mere sneeze or a cough could mean prison—or death. The tread of the searching Federals echoed ominously through the darkness. Hearts beat strong and fast, and minds wondered if they should open fire in a sudden rush or wait for what fate would bring.

They could also hear the curses and threats against the family—the cries of anguish and denials. Only an inch of wood separated them, yet they were helpless to intervene. For two long hours they waited, hoped, and prayed.

And last the Yankees departed, but even then the family feared a trick. They waited and waited before finally raising the trap door, freeing the men from their prison. The men soon discovered that, although their uniforms had been carried away, their horses had not been discovered in a distant pasture.

Major Richards managed to secure a suit of brown Kentucky jeans and a pair of laborer’s boots which had been discarded by a farmhand. He added a hat to his outlandish costume—an old-fashioned high-top, black felt one that was “badly worn with many holes.” As if this outfit was not bad enough for a valiant cavalryman, his mother pinned her woolen shawl about his shoulders in place of an overcoat.

With little fanfare, he went back to work, sending his two companions in opposite directions to gather as many of Mosby’s Rangers as possible. Lack of a proper uniform did not stop him. He was out for vengeance and retribution. The plan was to stop the Yankees before they re-crossed the Shenandoah River.

While Major Richards was gathering his men, the Yankees came across a barrel of brandy, which slowed them down considerably. When Major Richards reached the tail end of the Federal unit, he had only 28 men. Five to one odds held no terror for him after the hours he had just spent. He was determined to make an attack.

Ten others soon came up, so he was only outnumbered four to one.

Near Mt. Carmel Church, the Confederates made their attack, shooting as they rode. The Federals had no chance. The assault was so unexpected and so savage that it resulted in a complete disaster for the Federals. Thirteen Federals were killed in the action, and some 63 captured, of a total of around two-hundred. Only two Confederates were wounded. None killed.

When Major Richards reached the village of Paris where the prisoners were being held, he was told one of them wished to speak with him. He walked up to a handsomely dressed young officer and asked him what he wanted. The Federal officer, obviously surprised at the appearance of the strangely attired young man (who was not yet 21 years old), said, “I desire to speak to the commanding officer.”

Major Richards looked him calmly in the eye and responded, “I am the commanding officer.” After a waiting a few moments for the other man to respond he asked, “What is it you want?”

mosby's rangersThe Federal lieutenant then told Major Richards that there was a captain among the prisoners who was severely wounded. Richards paroled the man and had him removed to the village hotel and placed under the care of the neighborhood physician. He also directed that bills for medical attention and board be sent to him.

The wounded officer was Captain Duff, who had commanded the rear guard. He speedily recovered and was permitted to return home. In later years when statements were made that Mosby had mistreated his prisoners, the grateful captain made a vigorous defense of Mosby and his men.

Green Garden in Mosby's Confederacy

Green Garden, the home of Mosby Ranger “Dolly” Richards’ family sits in the background.

Dolly survived the war and became a lawyer in Louisville, Kentucky, where he is buried.

I hope you enjoyed this quick trip to the Old Dominion, and journey back in time.

 

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