the brigade for the purpose of ambushing them and captur ing their wagon trains. He arrived at the road just as the head of the Yankee column was approaching, and, selecting a good position, succeeded in pouring a very destructive fire into them. The general arranged his men on the side of the road, and placing himself at the head of the line, instructed them to retain their fire until he gave the signal, which was to be the firing of his own pistol. The signal was given, and immediately three hundred double-barrelled guns were discharged right into the midst of the Yankee hordes.

The effect can be imagined better than described. The whole column recoiled in great confusion, and it was some time before the enemy could regain their equilibrium. Our men had time to reload and discharge another volley before their artillery could be brought to bear on us. When wo were compelled to retire, the general made a circuit to the rear, and placing his men in another good position, instructed them to await the approach of the next brigade, while he rode on with one of his officers toward Louisville, to ascertain how far it was behind.

In this ride he captured about a dozen prisoners, most of whom were officers. He was so much entertained by this amusement, that he was gone longer than he was aware. In the meantime, the enemy finding out that our men had taken a position in their rear, sent back two regiments of cavalry, and drove them from their position. The general not being aware of this, rode back to where he had left his men, but what was his surprise when he found himself in front of about two thousand "blue coats." The abolition officer immediately rode forward and ordered him to halt, and demanded the signal. The general replied: "What do you mean, sir, by demanding a signal from an officer of my rank.

I'll teach you, sir, how to insult a government officer by demanding signals when you should be attending to other matters of greater importance."

He then ordered them to open the way for a column of infantry which he was going back to bring up. The officer touched his hat, and immediately gave way, while Morgan rode through their column. As he would ride along he would address the stragglers, ordering them to "move up," that they were no better than deserters, and only wanted Morgan to catch them. They would touch their hats and move up briskly. In the meantime, the prisoners, who were following the general, were convulsed with laughter, thinking, no doubt, that he was their prisoner, and they would see the fun out before giving him up. If this was their calculation they were sadly deceived, for the general, coming to a place in the lawn where the fence was low, put spurs to his horse, and bidding his captured officers good-day, was soon out of sight. What must have been their reflection when they beheld him disappear from their sight. I have no doubt they regarded him as a spirit. This is every word true. I have merely stated the facts. You can dress them

up.

A NOBLE DEED.

DURING his attack upon the Federal forces at Cynthiana, Colonel Morgan, while crossing the street of that town, had his attention arrested by a litttle girl who ran wildly along, shrieking with fright. He caught the child in his arms, and asked her what was the matter.

She laid her little bare head on his shoulder, and sobbed wildly. He smoothed her tangled hair, patted her stained checks, and with soothing voice endeavored to assuage her grief.

It was several moments before she could speak.

"Oh, my father-my dear father! They have got him! I will never see him no more!" And the little trembling creature burst into a fresh paroxysm of tears.

"Where is your father, my child ?" asked the colonel, in a soft tone, at the same time continuing his caresses.

"The Secesh has got him, sir. They'll put him in the big prison. Aunt Nancy told me so."

"And where is your mother, my child?"

"I haven't got no mother, sir. She's went up to heaven when I was a little baby."

Colonel Morgan felt the tears rush to his eyes. He thought of his own little girl and her mother now in heaven. He understood the whole case, and bearing the child in his arms, he moved into the midst of the prisoners.

"Whose child is this ?" asked the colonel. "Is her father here?"

A man-one of the Home Guard-rushed forward.

"It is my child, colonel. Thank you-thank you for your kindness," said the grateful father, as the tears streamed down his face.

It was an affecting incident—such an one as sometimes occurs to relieve the horrors of dread-visaged war. And none of those who witnessed it were ever known to call Colonel Morgan harsh names after that.

SELLING A FEDERAL GENERAL.

DURING one of his expeditions, Morgan reached a point on the railroad near Mumfordsville, Kentucky. His operator at once attached his instrument to the telegraph, and sent a dispatch to the Federal General Boyle, commanding at Louisville, as if from General Granger, the Federal commander at Bowling Green. This stated that Morgan was in the vicinity of Bowling Green, threatening an attack, and asked for aid.

General Boyle made answer that he could not give him

any.

Goneral Granger (Morgan) then asked if there were no troops in Louisville which could be sent to his aid.

General Boyle sent word that there were no troops in Louisville at all.

General Granger asked Boyle what disposition had been made of the troops.

General Boyle told him the force and position of his troops, spoke of their efficiency, etc., and gave all the information in regard to them that Morgan wanted.

Morgan then sent in his own name a dispatch to General Boyle, calling him a "very smart boy," and thanking him politely for the important information he had given him.

EXPLOIT OF ONE OF MORGAN'S MEN.

THE Decatur correspondent of the New Orleans Picayuno relates the following:

I must mention a gallant exploit performed lately by Dr.

Strader, of Captain John Morgan's command, which is wor thy of record. Learning that a large quantity of knapsacks, etc., left by the army of Crittenden in his masterly retreat, was in the vicinity of Livingston, Overton county, Tennessee, he procured permission from Major-General Hardee to go after them. Proceeding alone, in citizens' dress, without even a pocket knife for protection, he collected at different places over seven thousand knapsacks, worth three dollars apiece, and got the people to loan their wagons to haul them to our army. At McMinville he also procured a quantity of saltpetre and sixty boxes of clothing. The services of such men are valuable, and deserve to be recorded.

THE KENTUCKY PARTISAN.

BY PAUL H. HAYNE.

HATH the wily Swamp Fox

Come again to earth?
Hath the soul of Sumter

Owned a second birth?
From the western hill-slopes
Starts a hero-form,
Stalwart, like the oak tree,

Tameless, like the storm!

His an eye of lightning!
His a heart of steel!
Flashing deadly vengeance,
Thrilled with fiery zeal!
Hound him down, ye minions

Seize him—if ye can ;

But woe worth the hireling knave

Who meets him, man to man!