It can only be imagined as a dark night, the moonlight only
escaping between the clouds. The countryside was open to the elements, the only signs of life being the dim lights dotting the land. The wrestling of the branches of the trees near
his homestead swayed in the wind. Perched upon a hill overlooking the
picturesque Washington Township, with clear views to the north of Watts Mill
and unblemished observations of the free state to the west, he kept his sight
sharp and watched for any changes in scenery.
Joel Lipscomb wasn’t about to give up without a fight.
The sacking of Osceola by the Jayhawkers Courtesy of LegendsofKansas.com |
During this constant turmoil, no one was to be trusted;
those from the west, the Jayhawkers, could cross over the invisible line
between Missouri and Kansas and shoot, interrogate and torch anything and
anyone within their grasp...
Not to mention the ongoing war.
Not to mention the ongoing war.
He'd seen it all. He had already lost so much.
The Border Wars had been wreaking havoc on the men, women and
children of the area of New Santa Fe for over eight years. This war was in full swing. The
outcome was unsettling and unknown. These men, who had built the land on the
backs of the institution of slavery, held chattel less than one hundred yards
to freedom.
Did they know they were so close?
Nestled snug on the boundary between a slave state and a
free state sat a dwelling for a family of pioneer settlers. They had sacrificed
everything - their home, their livestock, and their slaves.
As Joel sat in the shadows on the hill, he watched and listened. As he heard the rustle of horses and the distant chatter of men, he knew it was time.
At this point, there was little left to give the Yankees.
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It certainly wasn’t uncommon for folks in the east to travel
to the west for land, opportunity and growth. This, too, was the case for one
pioneer Jackson County resident, Joel Lipscomb.
Joel Lipscomb |
It’s time to bring this man out from the shadows.
Joel Lipscomb, born October 11, 1813 in Boonesborough, Madison County, Kentucky, was one of several children. His upbringing was on a
southern plantation. He was the son of
Nathan Lipscomb, a major in the militia, and Nancy Gentry.
These folks were far from poor; his father had over 3,000
acres perpetuated by the labor of slaves.
For whatever the reason, Joel and two of his siblings opted
for opening their lives to the state of Missouri. And these family members were
tightly connected to the Simpson and Harris families, also from Madison County,
Kentucky.
Let’s look at this Harris crew.
Col. John "Jack" Harris |
Harris purchased 100 acres in Jackson County, Mo., and with
his slaves, he built a log cabin for his family in the woods near present-day
Westport High School.
Around 1835, Joel tried his hand at settlement in the
Missouri countryside and traveled by horseback to Westport. He and two siblings, Dabney Lipscomb, future founder of
the town of New Santa Fe, and Louisa opted for life in this area as well.
A new life required putting down roots.
A new life required putting down roots.
Joel needed to get himself a wife.
John Harris was known for having beautiful daughters, and
Joel snagged up the second oldest, Henrietta, ten years his junior and seventeen at
the year of their marriage in 1840. Just to confuse things, his sister Louisa and
his brother, Dabney Lipscomb married Henrietta’s aunt and uncle on her mother’s side- linking these families in more ways than one.
After a brief return to Kentucky in the late 1830s, Joel returned and first bought land where today Hyde Park sits and then selected for settlement just north of his brother’s farm in New Santa Fe in Section 6 of Washington Township.
After a brief return to Kentucky in the late 1830s, Joel returned and first bought land where today Hyde Park sits and then selected for settlement just north of his brother’s farm in New Santa Fe in Section 6 of Washington Township.
Henrietta Simpson Harris |
Wow, now that name makes you think twice. Why was it called the Catfish House? Well, slaves Mark and Minerva were known far and wide for their tasty fried catfish pulled fresh out of the Kaw River.
Yum?
This was a saloon, restaurant and had a few rooms to let to travelers.
Henrietta, his wife and Joel’s mother-in-law, was known also
for her strict rule of “no dancing.”
Lame.
By 1845, the inn was in full-swing and hosted many famous
lodgers in its heyday, including Kit Carson and Thomas Hart Benton.
They owned this business until it tragically burned to the ground in 1852. Not one to be discouraged, Harris built a new three story brick hotel on the same corner. Some accounts even state that John Harris was offered money to rebuild with no strings attached; however, he refused and only accepted money if the loaner let him pay them back.
They called this new, large hotel the Harris House Hotel.
They owned this business until it tragically burned to the ground in 1852. Not one to be discouraged, Harris built a new three story brick hotel on the same corner. Some accounts even state that John Harris was offered money to rebuild with no strings attached; however, he refused and only accepted money if the loaner let him pay them back.
They called this new, large hotel the Harris House Hotel.
The hotel stood at the corner of Westport and Pennsylvania and was known far and wide for its generous hospitality and Southern cooking.
In 1855, John Harris moved his family to his Southern colonial mansion at the intersection of Westport and Main Street, and the two unwed lovely daughters of John Harris continued to entertain guests at his new home and at his hotel in Westport.
For your next gathering... Original recipe for "Chess Cakes" from Henrietta Harris' cookbook, published in the Kansas City Star in 1918 |
John Harris had fifteen slaves listed in the 1860 census, ranging in age from
38 to only one year old.
Joel and his wife would travel to Westport to visit family
once a month and attend church with them. By 1856, he and his wife had seven children:
William, Nathan, Louisa, Frances, John Harris, Bernard and James. Two children,
Charles and Joel, Jr. died as toddlers one month apart in 1854, further evidence
that pioneer life was never easy.
While his father-in-law remained a successful and well-known
businessman in Westport, Joel tilled the land from approximately Carondelet to the north, 115th
Street to the south, State Line to the west and Wornall to the east, owning six
slaves ranging from age 22 to just two years old.
Harris House Hotel, cir. 1849-1922 |
She estimated that her father’s worth prior to the Civil War
was over $60,000- which equates to over $1.5 million in today’s money. She, too,
was born on the farm just east of State Line Road near where 111th
Street is currently today.
1877 Plat Map showing Joel Lipscomb's land and New Santa Fe |
But prior to 1858, things seemed to be ideal for Joel and his
family; he worked his 400 acres of land, got on peacefully with the Indians,
and reared his family.
Things weren’t peaceful for much longer.
You see, Joel was friends with the “Border Ruffians,” and
many could consider him one of them.
And just to his west, the Jayhawkers, led by General James
Lane, senator in Kansas, had lit torches in hand.
An article published February 6th, 1858 in the Washington Union in Washington, D.C.,
recounted one pivotal event during the Border Wars. Joel Lipscomb was a victim
of the Jayhawkers’ vengeance on the slaveholding Missouri line.
This included Joel’s home, which went up in flames on a cold
February day that year.
Tragedy overtook Joel and his family during this trying
time. With only his land in his possession and his slaves on his farm, Joel
persevered and pushed through one more year.
Clipping from the 1858 article in the Washington Union noting the destruction of the Lipscomb house |
One year after the Jayhawkers punished Joel for his viewpoints
of slavery, Henrietta gave birth to a daughter, aptly named Henrietta on March
19, 1859. A day later, the newborn daughter passed away and four days later,
Joel’s wife took her last breaths and died.
Henrietta and her newborn daughter were buried in the family
plot on their sprawling land next to the two children, Charles and Joel, who
had passed only five years earlier.
His house was gone- his wife and three children were buried
in the ground nearby. Joel was left with seven children to care for on the
brink of the biggest war the country had ever seen.
With fresh deaths on his hands and no one to rear his
children, Joel sent his two oldest daughters, Frances and Louisa, to Christian
College (now named Columbia College) in Columbia, Mo. The girls intended to
take the full three-year course, but the waging war was on the horizon and quickly changed their
plans.
Early photo of Christian College, Columbia, Mo. |
Mr. Lipscomb sent his friend, “elderly bachelor” George
W. Kemper to fetch for the girls in Columbia, Mo. while he kept close eye on his
land in Jackson County.
By “elderly bachelor," they meant a thirty year-old single
man.
Ouch.
George W. Kemper raced to Columbia in a big, closed carriage
drawn by two horses. Shooting at boats had been reported, so they couldn’t
return by river. The trip from Columbia to Jackson County, Mo. took five days.
Frances Lipscomb-Hickman later recounted that one of her
friends from school was to be married after the war, and she wanted Frances to be a
bridesmaid.
Her father, Joel would not permit it, as her friend was
marrying a former Union officer.
Well, this goes to show us that grudges ran deep both during and after
this turmoil.
Colonel Edmund Holloway (1821-1861) Courtesy of Herbert Rickards |
On June 13th of this same year, events at this camp had been quite “eventful.” An Irish shoemaker named Patsy O’Donnell
was absent during Col. Holloway’s roll call. In the late afternoon, Patsy
rolled in “gloriously drunk.”
After exchanging choice words with a comrade, Patsy found
himself hog-tied so he could sober up and reflect on his actions.
It just so happened that at this same time, around 100-200 Union men under the command of Captain David Stanley caught sight of this Missouri
State Guard. They signaled for a parlay.
Patsy wanted in on the action.
When Holloway was advancing toward the middle to meet the Union
officers, he turned to motion his men back on the line. They mistook his motion
for Union advance…
… The Confederate Missouri State Guard, Nathan and William
Lipscomb a part of the unit, opened fire.
One popular account states that good ol’ Patsy hollered, “Shoot
the damn rascals!” and the result was ten minutes of deadly fire.
Image showing the divide in 1861- Missouri is divided |
Union soldiers watched without firing a shot.
Col. Holloway, however was mortally injured from a bullet fired from his own side.
Things for Joel, and for the settlers along the Missouri-Kansas border, were getting dicey.
You see, a man named Quantrill had just sacked Lawrence on August 21, 1863. This was more of a mass execution than a battle of any proportion.
This was the Lawrence Massacre, an event that showed that some men were willing to go to any lengths to make those Jayhawkers pay attention. They looted banks and stores- and killed 185 to 200 men and boys in their path.
The Union Army wasn't happy, so they responded.
Union General Thomas Ewing, Jr. issued an order in August 1863 that further changed everything along the border.
Prior to rising into infamy, William Quantrill was known to have stayed for a time with Col. Marcus Gill in New Santa Fe. It was no secret that Quantrill had a lot of Southern sympathizer friends along the border, especially people living south of Westport.
So it was time to hit em' where it hurts.
General Order No. 11 forced the evacuation of Jackson, Cass, Bates and part of Vernon County. Unless you lived within one mile of Westport, Hickman's Mill, Independence or Harrisonville, you were forced to leave your land.
....Unless you swore allegiance, you were to leave immediately.
And it wasn't a peaceful removal.
Joel reacted. In order to keep his children safe, he sent his younger children (Lou, Frances, Rodney and James) to Westport to live with John and Henrietta Harris.
John Harris Lipscomb, his 13 year-old son, stayed with his dad... for the time being.
Things for Joel, and for the settlers along the Missouri-Kansas border, were getting dicey.
You see, a man named Quantrill had just sacked Lawrence on August 21, 1863. This was more of a mass execution than a battle of any proportion.
This was the Lawrence Massacre, an event that showed that some men were willing to go to any lengths to make those Jayhawkers pay attention. They looted banks and stores- and killed 185 to 200 men and boys in their path.
The Union Army wasn't happy, so they responded.
Union General Thomas Ewing, Jr. issued an order in August 1863 that further changed everything along the border.
Prior to rising into infamy, William Quantrill was known to have stayed for a time with Col. Marcus Gill in New Santa Fe. It was no secret that Quantrill had a lot of Southern sympathizer friends along the border, especially people living south of Westport.
George Caleb Bingham's "Order No. 11" painting |
General Order No. 11 forced the evacuation of Jackson, Cass, Bates and part of Vernon County. Unless you lived within one mile of Westport, Hickman's Mill, Independence or Harrisonville, you were forced to leave your land.
....Unless you swore allegiance, you were to leave immediately.
And it wasn't a peaceful removal.
Joel reacted. In order to keep his children safe, he sent his younger children (Lou, Frances, Rodney and James) to Westport to live with John and Henrietta Harris.
John Harris Lipscomb, his 13 year-old son, stayed with his dad... for the time being.
The war and the pressure from all sides was on. Joel, although too old to serve the Confederate cause, knew he had a target on his back.
Two sons in the Confederate Army mixed with slaves on the border was a recipe for disaster.
He had been told so.
He was being hunted.
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Ascending the deep night, Joel waited for his son, John to
return with the horses. The war was here, and he could sense from his very core that he was being watched.
He had tucked his four youngest children, including his oldest daughters, in the
care of their grandmother, Henrietta Harris at the Harris House. Joel silently prayed they would be safe at their home in Westport.
Harris House (1855), now the home of the Westport Historical Society. It was moved to its current location of 4000 Baltimore |
His gut wrenched him; his heart was heavy. Even though he felt he was abandoning them, he knew he wasn't safe in the area.
He felt his time in Jackson County, at least until this war was won, had run out.
He felt his time in Jackson County, at least until this war was won, had run out.
Uncertain of the future, he prayed that he could come up with a solution... before it was too late.
For the conclusion of this story, please click here: The Lipscomb's, a Log Cabin, and a Legacy Lost (Part 2!)
For the conclusion of this story, please click here: The Lipscomb's, a Log Cabin, and a Legacy Lost (Part 2!)
*A special thanks to the 1855 Harris-Kearney House and Museum and the Westport Historical Society for their assistance on facts and events.
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