The Conspiracy.

November 1, 1862, Clarksville, Texas Standard

The plot lately developed in Cooke and Grayson has much more importance at a distance than at home. We learn from a letter of Capt. J. W. Throckmorton, who went with Judge Waddill, to Sherman and gave time to the investigation of the matter, that the association has never comprised more than one man of any standing, being mostly made up of refugees and suspected persons, quite a number of whom are said to have been hung in Cooke. The head man was Leander Locke, tried in Lamar several years since, for shooting Harrell, and acquitted for want of certainty in the evidence, though universally believed to be guilty. Even the objects of the association are said to be uncertain; persons being taken in upon different definements—some being told that it was a Peace association—others that it was an association to resist or evade Conscription.

Judge Waddill and Capt. Throckmorton addressed the people at Sherman, and a vote was taken of five or six hundred; and the people determined to turn over the accused in that county, either to the Confederate Court, or to the State District Court, for trial under the act of the last Legislature.

It is said that the whole association is west of Fannin, except two or three in Fannin, none east of that county.

The killing of Col. Wm. C. Young, and Jas. Dickson, by some of these scoundrels, growing out of Col. Young’s efforts to ferret out the plot, is one of the sorrowful incidents connected with the affair: the hanging of forty or fifty of the Conspirators has doubtless been a great good to society; aside from the honest debt they owed the gallows for their treasonable designs.

Col. Young was well known in this community; in which he lived many years; and well known to nearly every old settler in northern Texas, and to hundreds throughout the State. He had been U. S. Marshall for the Western District, and Colonel of a Regiment of Cavalry at the outset of the war. Previously Colonel of a regiment in the Mexican war. He was a man who made his own character by his presence and manner, and was seldom misunderstood. He was essentially a good man, if generous and humane qualities make a good man—he had a whole heart, and warm social tendencies, and was a friend to be counted on when wanted—to be counselled with, safely at all times; and with a certainty of enlisting his sympathies in the subject of counsel. We knew him twenty years intimately, and are not certain that we know any better man. Politically or socially, he was always reliable, always candid, always warm-hearted. His death will be felt keenly, not only in his own family, but in his neighborhood, and throughout Northern Texas, by many a one who has felt the warm grasp of his hand, and recollects his hearty laugh, and his bluff, genial salutations. He had lived long enough to be kindly appreciated by thousands; long enough to have served his country on the battle field; long enough to rear one family of children. There is another growing up, which will miss his cheery voice; and a widow who has tasted of sorrow before. Her pathway is again desolated, but she will have the sympathies of many; and even sympathy in sorrow, is sweet to the sufferer.

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