and brought them both to the ground. As Lieut. B. was wounded, the Union party now fell back a few yards, when the Lieutenant fell from his horse. His companions, instead of continuing A CHALLENGE. —The following is a copy of a challenge, which appears to have been prepared by a member of the Pillow Guards:Pillow Guards of Memphis to Prentiss Guards the retreat, now turned their horses and charged of Cairo: MEMPHIS, TENN., June 3. upon the hostile party, routing them, and bringing off the bodies of the three who had fallen. The other two besides Stedman proved to be George Henry and Capt. Woodfolk. Woodfolk and Stedman were both notorious guerrillas and daring men—the latter having once been employed in the office of the Richmond Examiner, and having on his person a large quantity of Confederate money. We have enlisted under the stars and bars of the Confederate States for the purpose of defending Southern rights and vindicating Southern honor. But more especially we have been selected and sworn in for the purpose of guarding the person of our gallant Gen. Pillow. Understanding that you occupy a like position with reference to Prentiss, the commandant at Cairo, we challenge you to meet us at any time, at any place, in any number, and with any arms or equipments which you may select. We wish to meet no others till we have met and conquered you and your General. Make your own terms, only let us know when and where, and be certain you will meet the bravest guard the world has ever known. LITTLE JOHNNY CLEM. Of course you reThe signatures of the challenging party are omit-member the story of Little Johnny Clem, the ted in the copy in possession of your correspondent, but on the back is indorsed the following, viz. : JUNE 17, 1861. Prentiss Guards to Pillow Guards: A BRAVE EXPLOIT. During the last year of the war, Kentucky was infested with roving squads of armed men, sometimes calling themselves Confederate cavalry. But in general they were little better than robbers, who took advantage of the disorders of the time to ply their nefarious business; and when called to account, would demand the treatment usually given to prisoners of war. Many old neighborhood feuds were thus revenged, and numerous deeds of blood and shame, which were attempted to be explained as only the disorders incident to civil war. Woodfolk had once before been captured, brought to Louisville, and condemned to be shot, but by some means had made his escape. Besides killing these three, the party captured four horses, ments complete. seven pistols, two guns, and seven cavalry equip motherless atom of a drummer boy, "aged ten," who strayed away from Newark, Ohio; and the first we knew of him, though small enough to live in a drum, was beating the long roll for the Twenty-second Michigan. At Chickamauga he filled the office of "marker," carrying the guidon whereby they form the lines a duty having its counterpart in the surveyor's more peaceful calling; in the flag-man, who flutters the red signal along the metes and bounds. On the Sunday of the battle, the little fellow's occupation gone, he picked up a gun that had fallen from some dying hand, provided himself with ammunition, and began putting in the periods quite on his own account, blazing away close to the ground, like a fire-fly in the grass. Late in the waning day, the waif left almost alone in the whirl of the battle, a rebel Colonel dashed up, and looking down at him, ordered him to surrender. "Surrender!" he shouted, "you little d-d son of a!" The words were hardly out of his mouth, when Johnny brought his piece to "order arms," and as his hand slipped down to the hammer, he pressed it back, swung up the gun to the position of sabre to strike the piece aside, the glancing barrel lifted into range, and the proud Colonel tumbled from his horse, his lips fresh-stained with the syllable of vile reproach he had flung on a mother's grave in the hearing of her child! In December, 1864, a small number of Union soldiers were stationed at Caseyville, on the Ohio River, with instructions to ferret out and punish" charge bayonet ;" and as the officer raised his all guerrilla bands infesting the neighborhood. Major Shook commanded the force, and about the 15th of December he sent out Capt. Peck with a squad of men to hunt for Lyon, a troublesome guerrilla in that region. Three of his men Lieut. Bogard, Serg. Richards, and Corp. Dough- A few swift moments ticked on by muskettey-rode some two miles in advance of the shots, and the tiny gunner was swept up at a scouting party, and they saw a group of men in rebel swoop, and borne away a prisoner. Solblue overcoats before them in the road. Riding diers, bigger but not better, were taken with him, straight up to them, one of the men inquired only to be washed back again by a surge of Fedwhat command they belonged to. Lieut. B. re-eral troopers, and the prisoner of thirty minutes plied, "To Major Shook's command, at Casey- was again John Clem "of ours ;" and Gen. Roseville." Capt. Stedman, in command of the rebels, crans made him a Sergeant, and the stripes of then ordered the three men to surrender. rank covered him all over, like a mouse in a har "That's played out," coolly replied Serg. Rich-ness; and the daughter of Mr. Secretary Chase ards; and drawing his pistol shot Stedman, so presented him a silver medal, appropriately inthat he died next morning. Lieut. Bogard and scribed, which he worthily wears a royal order Corp. Doughtey then fired on two other men, of honor-upon his left breast. A SINGULAR INCIDENT. A soldier, writing from his camp near Fredericksburg, narrated the following, which occurred while he was on picket duty with his company: It was Christmas day and after partaking of a Christmas dinner of salt junk and hard tack, our attention was attracted by a rebel picket who hailed us from the opposite side of the river. "I say, Yank, if a fellow goes over there, will you let him come back again?” on the frozen ground to dream of other Christmas nights, when we knew not of war. AN INCIDENT OF ANTIETAM. During the battle, Corporal William Roach, of Co. K, Eightty-first Pennsylvania, shot a color-sergeant, ran forward of the company, took his cap, and, placing it upon the end of his bayonet, twirled it about, and cried out to his companions, "That is Receiving an affirmative answer, he proceeded the way to do it," but a member of another compato test the truth of it by paddling himself across ny in the meantime had seized the colors and carthe river. He was decidedly the cleanest speci- ried them off in triumph. This act was done unmen of a rebel I had seen. In answer to a ques-der a heavy fire of musketry, in as cool a manner tion, he said he belonged to the Georgia Legion. and with as much deliberation, as if the regiment One of our boys remarked, "I met quite a num- had been on parade. ber of your boys at South Mountain." "Yes, I suppose so- if you were there," said the rebel, while his face grew very sad. "We left many of our boys there. My brother, poor Will, was killed there. It was a hot place for a while, and we had to leave it in a hurry." FIGHTING AT CLOSE QUARTERS. - At the battle of Hanover Court-House, Va., two sergeants met in the woods: each drew his knife, and the two bodies were found together, each with a "That's so, Georgia; your fellows fought well knife buried in it to the hilt. Some men had a there, and had all the advantage, but the old Key- cool way of disposing of prisoners. One, an offistone boys were pressing you hard. By the way, cer of the Massachusetts Ninth, well known in I have a likeness here (taking it out of his pocket), Boston as a professor of muscular Christianity, that I picked up on the battle-field the next morn- better known as "the child of the regiment," ing, and I have carried it ever since." He hand-while rushing through the woods at the head of ed it to the rebel, who, on looking at it pressed it his company, came upon a rebel. Seizing the to his lips exclaiming, "My mother! my mother!"" gray buck" by the collar, he threw him over He exhibited considerable emotion at the recovery of the picture, but on the recovery of his composure he said that his brother had it in his possession, and must have lost it in the fight. He then asked the name of the one to whom he was indebted for the lost likeness of his mother, remarking, "There may be better times soon, and we may know each other better.” He had taken from his pocket a small pocketbible in which to write the address, when Alex who had taken no part in the conversation, fairly yelled, "I know that book; I lost it at Bull Run!" "Thar's whar I got it, Mr. Yank," said the rebel, and he handed it to Alex. "I am much obliged to you, Georgia Legion; I would not part with it for all the Southern Confederacy." his shoulder with "Pick him up, somebody." A little Yankee, marching down by the side of a fence which skirted the woods, came upon a strapping secesh, who attempted to seize and pull him over the rails, but the little one had too much science. A blow with the butt of a musket levelled secesh to the ground and made him a pris oner. INCIDENTS OF MORGAN'S RAID. --The Morgan raid is ended the great marauder captured and safely quartered in the Ohio Penitentiary; the brave militia, who responded so nobly to the governor's call to rally and drive the invaders from our soil, have returned to their homes, and the narration of adventures is now the order. As every incident connected with the raid is of inI was a little curious to know something fur-terest, I propose to relate my experience with the ther of the book, so I asked Alex to let me see it. He passed it to me. I opened it, and on the flyleaf was written in a neat hand, "My Christmas Gift, to Alex Dec. 25th, 1860. Ella." "Well, Alex," said I, "it is not often one has the same gift presented to him a second time." “True, Captain; and if I could but see the giver of that to-day, there's but one other gift I would want." "What's that, Alex ?” "This rebellion played out, and my discharge in my pocket." The boys had all been busy talking to our rebel friend, who, seeing a horseman approaching in the direction of his post, bid us a hasty good-by, and made a quick trip across the Rappahannock. Night came on, and those not on duty lay down | raiders, how they looked, and what they said.* About an hour before the expedition under Colonel Runkle left, I received from Surgeon Scott a peremptory order to report forthwith for duty on his staff. Reported accordingly at the railroad depot, where Dr. Scott was already waiting with sundry ominous looking mahogany boxes, baskets of bandages, lint and other articles necessary in the care of sick and wounded. For an hour we waited at the depot, while in the dim starlight, companies and regiments of armed men marched and countermarched, forwarded and halted, and at last about midnight, all were safely stowed away in the cars, and the long train moved off amid enthusiastic cheers. Arrived at Hamden about two o'clock. From there we could distinctly see the light of the burning depot at Jackson evidence unmistakable that we were in the vicinity of "the enemy." Our forces, numbering about 2,000, were unloaded and got in marching order, and about daylight the column began to move toward Berlin, distant six miles, where it was thought the rebels would pass on their way east from Jackson. Reached a position about half a mile from Berlin about six o'clock A. M., when a report was brought in that the rebs were still in Jackson, and would probably soon be in our vicinity. For a short time there was a little excitement along our column, but this soon died away, and it grew dull and tiresome, lying there by the roadside waiting for something to turn up. An hour passed away, and yet no rebels in sight or hearing; so, borrowing a couple of horses that our men had "pressed" into the service, Dr. J. D. Miller and myself organized ourselves into an independent scouting party and set out to gather what information we could about the enemy. The morning was pleasant, the air pure and bracing, and the excitement just sufficient to render the ride delightful. Learning that a number of scouts had gone out on the Jackson road, we decided to strike south from Berlin to the road leading from Jackson to Gallipolis, which we thought it probable the rebels would take. All along the road the houses were apparently deserted; the doors were closed, the window-blinds down, and neither man, woman, child nor horse was to be seen. At one house we could see, through a broken window-pane, the breakfast-table standing with the morning meal apparently untouched. The family had probably heard the news of Morgan's approach, and and without waiting for his appearance had made a precipitate retreat. At another, where all was quiet and apparently deserted, on looking back after we had passed, we saw a terrified looking face peeping timidly out from behind a window-blind. The people along that road were evidently enjoying a tremendous scare. "No, sir." "Any crackers? " "Yes, a few." "Any cheese?" "Not a bit." "Well, give us some crackers, then ;” and with trembling hand he weighed out a pound or so, that might have been a part of the stores in Noah's ark. In the meanwhile a crowd of a dozen or so of rather variegated specimens of humanity gathered around, all eager to learn the news. We ate our crackers and departed toward Jackson, distant eight miles, keeping a sharp lookout from every hill-top for the rebels. We met one young man who advised us not to go any further on that road; he had been chased by about twenty-five of Morgan's men. "How near did they get to you?” I asked. "Within about two miles." The young man was evidently a little frightened. We rode on rapidly about a mile further, when leaving the main road we made a circuit of a mile or so through the fields toward the top of a high hill, from which we had been told we could see into Jackson. On the hill-side we tied our horses to a fence where they were, as we thought well concealed by the brier and other bushes. Walking up to the top of the hill, we found a number of citizens there, eagerly watching the movements of the rebels, who could be seen from our position riding through the streets of the town, about a mile distant. In a short time they began to move out on the road we had travelled, and which passed within half a mile of our position on the hill. Securing the services of a young man to carry a dispatch back to Colonel Runkle, I left Dr. J. D. and the citizens on the hill, and went down to a house by the roadside where 1 could have a better view of the rebels and see how they were mounted, armed, &c. I had been there but a few minutes when two of the raiders, who were about a quarter of a mile in advance of the main body, came along. Riding up to where I was standing, they inquired the distance to Gallipolis; what was the nearest point to the river; whether there was any Union troops about there, &c. I answered their questions so as to leave them rather more in the dark than before, and turning questioner asked them how many men they had. At length we arrived at the little village of Winchester, on the road leading from Jackson to Gallipolis, and eight miles from the former. It is a pretty hard place, and I'll wager an old hat that its voters are pretty nearly unanimous for Vallandigham. We had the luck to be mistaken here for a couple of Morgan's men, which I can only account for from the fact that my companion, Dr. J. D. M., is an ardent Vallandighammer. haven't much doubt, however, but that we faredber," I replied. better than if we had been known as Union scouts. We inquired of a mild-looking old man, if he could tell us where we could get something to eat. He directed us up the street to a little eight-by-ten grocery; we rode up and found the I door locked and the windows barred. After sundry vigorous knocks, we got an answer from the proprietor inside, who cautiously unlocked the door, when the following colloquy took place: "Have you any bread?” "No, sir." Any pies? "How many do you think we have?" "There are various reports about your num "Well, what is your opinion?" "I don't think you have more than four or five thousand." "Yes, we have over twelve thousand," one of them replied. "You haven't half that number," I answered. "Well we have enough any how to ride through your state without any trouble,” said they. "You're not through yet," I replied as they moved along. Shortly the main body came up, and I began to count them. They rode along rather slowly, several of them stopping a few minutes to inquire about the road, the nearest route to the river, &c, but I managed to keep an accurate count until about five hundred had passed, while one of them rode up with the request: "Will you be so good as to bring me a drink of water ? " He was very polite for a rebel and a horsethief to boot and if it had not been for the company he was in would have passed for a gentleman. I can't say I liked his polite request, but as it was backed by a pair of revolvers and a carbine, I concluded that it might be promotive of my longevity to comply, so without stopping to argue the matter, I merely remarked, "I'll see if I can't find one," he said, as he rode over to the barn on the opposite side of the road. He didn't find a saddle, but there was a good buggy in the barn, to which he harnessed his horse, and driving out into the road, took his place in the ranks and went on, apparently very well pleased with the change in his mode of travelling. "What do you think of rebels now?" inquired a rather jolly-looking young man, as they rode by. "Rather a hard-looking set," I answered. Well, I haven't seen a good-looking Yankee, since I've been north of the river," he replied; at which the squad he was with felt called upon to indulge in a laugh. "Well sir, I don't like to wait on a rebel, but as you are a pretty good-looking man, I guess II can get you a drink." Next came a man apparently fifty years of age riding in a buggy with a boy not more than fourteen or fifteen. "Will you please give me a cup of water for my sick boy?" he asked. The boy was evidently quite sick. He was leaning heavily against his father, who supported him as well as he could with his left arm. I handed him the cup which he took with a trembling hand, thanking me very kindly for it, his eyes speaking more thanks than his lips. He was a fine looking boy, but what a training was it that he was receiving! His father I could see felt very anxious about his condition, and to my remark that "that was a hard business for a boy, especially a sick one," he replied, "Yes, and I wish we were out of it." My conversation with them was cut short by a fellow with a face that ought to have hung him long ago, who rode up to the fence and sung out, Here, stranger give me a drink." I took another look at his face, and then at the pair of revolvers in his belt, and concluded that I had better get rid of him as soon as possible; so I gave him a drink and he went on without so much as saying "Thank you. Another stopped and dismounted near where was standing to arrange something about his saddle. His horse was small, poor and nearly worn out. "If I got my horses as you do," I remarked to him, "I'd ride a better one than that." "We can't always get such as we want," said he; " and they don't raise any good horses through here." Another came riding up on what had been one of the finest horses they had a large and elegantly built iron gray but very much worn down. The rebel said he had ridden him ever since they crossed the river-said he wanted a fresh horse, and asked if I had one I'd like to trade. Told him I didn't know but I had. "Where?" "Across there." "About forty or fifty miles." "I guess I'll not go to-day," he said, as he started off. I asked another why they didn't go to Chillicothe the day before? "Were they looking for us there?” "Well, we're going on through two or three more States, and we'll call as we return," he replied. "Provided Hobson isn't in your way I said. "Hobson wont trouble us," he answered. "All we know about him is what we see in the daily papers." I thought, but didn't say, that it was probable they would have the honor of a more intimate acquaintance ere many days. But enough of what they said. A few words about how they looked. By this time quite a number had gathered around the place where I was standing, some wanting water, others bread, others pies, or anything else they could get to eat; while others appeared more anxious to learn the nearest road to the river. I told them to go to the well and help themselves to water, and a number of them rode in, while others dismounted, tied their horses to the fence and walked in. Their applications for food were not very successful; all they got was a cold biscuit and two cold potatoes, the ladies at the house assuring them that they had Personally a majority of them would have nothing else prepared. One of the ladies was been fine-looking men, if they had been washed the mother and the other the wife of Lieut. Col. and respectably dressed; but they were covDove of the Second (Union) Virginia Cavalry.ered with dust and all looked tired and worn Col. D. had returned home wounded, a few days before; but, on hearing of the approach of the raiders, had been taken to some place of concealment. The ladies, of course, were unconditional Unionists, and not at all disposed to furnish supplies for such a band of rebel marauders. One fellow rode up and inquired of Mrs. D. if there was a saddle about the place that he could get. She told him there was not. down. Many went nodding along half asleep. A hundred or more wore veils, most of which looked new, and I presume had been taken from the stores in Jackson; others had handkerchiefs over their faces to shield them from the dust. I noticed an intelligent looking contraband wear ing a fine blue veil, which he raised very gracefully, as he rode up to a rebel, whom he accosted as massa." Scarcely any two were dressed alike. Their clothing was made of butternut met a badly frightened individual making fast jeans, tweed, cassimere, linen, cloth, and almost everything ever used for men's wear. A few perhaps a dozen wore blue blouses and pants, such as are worn by United States soldiers. A large number of them had various articles of dry goods, bolts of calico and muslin, pieces of silks and satins, cassimeres, and broadcloths, tied on behind their saddles. Some had two or three pairs of new boots and shoes hanging about them. I don't think the stock of dry goods left in Jackson could have been very large or varied. time down the hill. I managed to bring him to a halt, and learned from him that a squad of the rebels had just passed that way and taken our horses, saddles and bridles, leaving in their stead, two of their worn-down horses, and one mule, but no saddle or bridle. They were-better horsethieves than I gave them credit for being, or they never would have found our horses, away up there among the brier-bushes. Arriving at the top of the hill, I stopped a short time to consider "the situation." My companion, J. D. M., after a liberal application of Jackson county free soil They were not well armed, as has been re- to his hands and face, borrowed an old coat and ported. A few had carbines, many had double- an old hat, and thus disguised, ventured, with the barrel shot guns, some muskets, a small number citizens who had collected on the hill, to go out had revolving rifles, and nearly all had revolving to the roadside at a point half a mile or so bepistols. There were not, I think, a dozen sabres yond the house to which I had gone. I have in the whole division. They had three pieces of artillery, — brass six-pounders, - but not a single caisson, so that all the ammunition for these must have been carried in the boxes of the gun-carriages, which would have held but a small supply. Their only wagon-train consisted of five light two-horse wagons. In four of these they had sick men; in the other, carpet-sacks, valises, a few trunks, &c, which I took to be the officers' baggage. They did not ride in any regular order, but two, three, four and sometimes eight abreast, just as it happened. The officers wore no badges, or anything that would distinguish them from privates. The last two men in the division rode up to where I was standing, and entered into conversation. One was perhaps twenty years of age, the other about twenty-five, and both appeared to be intelligent and well-informed. I learned from them that their division was under command of Col. Bushrod Johnson; that John Morgan and Basil Duke were both with the division that took the Berlin road from Jackson (and with which our boys fought the famous "battle of Berlin Heights.") They admitted that they were very tired, but felt confident they could get safely out of the State. I told them, in the course of the conversation, that I was from Chillicothe, when they said they knew some of our citizens, and, naming them, inquired if I was acquainted with them. Answering in the affirmative, they gave me some friendly messages for their Chillicothe friends and rode on. The name of the elder was George Logan, that of the younger, Lloyd Malone. I did not tell them that one of their friends was a Major in one of our militia regiments, and about that time was up at Berlin engaging their leader, John Morgan. I have since learned that Malone was until recently, a strong Unionist, and it was only after long continued importunity by his father that he was induced to espouse the rebel cause. I think the number of men in that division was about 2,500, and comprised something more than half of Morgan's entire force. As soon as they had all passed, I started up the hill, intending to get my horse and ride back to head-quarters as speedily as possible and report to Col. Runkle. I had not gone far when I heard, but don't vouch for the truth of the report, that the doctor, in order to insure his personal safely and conciliate the rebs, assured a number of them that he was an ardent Vallandighammer. I waited a short time for his return to the place we had left our horses, but he did not come, and I started alone on my way back to camp. He soon afterward returned, however, and secured the horses the rebels had left in place of ours, went to Jackson, and there got a conveyance to head-quarters, where he arrived about ten o'clock that night. The rebels did not make anything by that trade the horses they left, as soon as they recover from their fatigue, will be worth more than those they took. My march back to camp was not a very pleasant one. To save distance, I took across hills and fields and through the woods. The mercury must have been about ninety, and those Jackson hills are high and steep and rough. I tried at several farm-houses to "press" a horse into service, but always found that Morgan's men had been there just before me. I heard, as I neared Berlin, some exciting stories about the terrific "battle of Berlin Heights"— how there had been heavy cannonading all day, and how our gallant militia had "fought like demons." Arrived at head-quarters about four P. M., and made my report to Col. Runkle, well satisfied with my day's scouting. APOCALYPSE. "All hail to the Stars and Stripes!" STRAIGHT to his heart the bullet crushed, A sudden spasm rent his frame, Which in a moment ceased, and then |