I am seeking information about Robert Evans "Bob" Quantrell who was the son of Emily Rhoda Evans and unknown Quantrell. He was born about 1840 probably in Jackson county, Missouri. In an early 1900 interview with his first cousin, Harriette Harlan Shiew (Shoe), she mentioned him (see below), but I have been unable to locate him in census records and would appreciate hearing from anyone who has information about him or his family. You can contact me at TRRPE@aol.com. Thanks.

Interview with Harriette Shiew: My mother's father was Klijah EVANS and mother had an elder sister named Emily Rhoda. My mother went with her and Quantrell's father to near Cleveland, Ohio, on a trip, where they were married. Our mothers being sisters made Robert Evans QUANTRELL and myself own cousins. They lived in Jackson County, Missouri, and his father died when quite young, leaving him to care for a widowed mother.
At the beginning of the war, the Blue Coats came to their home. They threw my aunt, who was sick, together with her bed out into the sleet and snow. She died from the exposure, leaving a young son who was very bitter and who decided that he would do everything possible to get even with them. Quantrell joined the army at Olathe, Kansas. Cousin Bob, of course, was at our house often. Sometimes he would spend the night with us, and sometimes stop for a meal. Again, perhaps would slip in and be there a very short while. A widow named EDWARDS lived near Florence, and a Baptist preacher had a mortgage on her home for five hundred dollars. He (the preacher) came to her home one day in February and demanded the money and she told him that she could not pay him and asked him to give her time as she had small children. He refused and told her that he would be there the next morning at nine o'clock and if she did not have the money, he would put her out. That night Cousin Bob came to our house to see us as he was passing through and Mother asked him to stay all night but he said that he could not. Later
she told him what this preacher had done and asked him if he could help the widow. He studied a while and then smiled and said, "If you will take care of Ribbon and me, I'll see." I was only a small child then and he called me Wasp. I spoke up and said, "Cousin Bob, if you will stay, I [will] take care of Ribbon." That night while he slept I sat in the door all night and held the reins of the horse. This horse was trained until she could scent danger and you could tell from her actions when there was danger. Later she was shot from under him and he never ceased grieving for her. Late he rode a Claybank named Bess but he
never cared for her as he did for Ribbon. He gave mother five hundred dollars and told her to take it and give it to the widow and tell her to pay the man when he came the next morning, and to demand the return of her mortgage, which she did. Knowing the time that the man was supposed to call on the lady, he left our house and waited for him. As the preacher left her home he took the money that the lady had just paid from him.

A week later, he was at the house again and his pocket was so full of something that it was bulging and I asked him what he had in his pocket, he replied, "We dived into a store the other night and here are some ribbons for your dolls, Wasp." There were ribbons of many sizes and all colors. "That's for
holding Ribbon the other night," he said.

The Burning of Lawrence.

The women folks of the James, the Youngers and the Quantrell kinfolks had been placed for safety in a brick house in Lawrence and they had stationed pickets around the house. In some way, the other side had found a way to under-mine the house with powder, and when it exploded some of them were killed and others wounded. The burning of Lawrence was in retaliation for this. Cousin Bob, with eighty men, was camped near our house when the other side with a large force came up and camped for supper near the house. Father managed to get word to Cousin Bob and he and his men slipped away without being discovered and went ahead to Lawrence, gathering more men as they went. There was a regiment, or eleven hundred men there, and Pa had thirty acres of corn cut and shocked. They fed all of it to their horses that night. Later that night, they forced Pa to go with them and show them the road to Lawrence.
Not very far from our house the road forked in three directions and not knowing what the soldiers intended to do with Pa, and being afraid that they would kill him, I went along in my gown and barefooted. It was a clear frosty night, and they tried to get me to go back but I wouldn't. After they reached the three forks and Pa told them the way they told him that he could go back home. I was called the "Little Soldier" and no matter where Pa went, I went along. I do not know what I could have done, but I thought I could help him. It was but a few hours till we heard the sound of guns and saw the smoke of burning buildings in Lawrence. Cousin Bob did not lose a man but many were killed on the other side. In history this is called, "The Lawrence Raid."