"Hang away, if you wish." One of them then climbed up a tree and tied the rope, which was fastened to his neck, to a limb of the tree, and another of the fiends gave the horse upon which Mr. Cavander was sitting a blow with a stick, which caused the horse to spring forward, and this inoffensive heroic man was added to the long catalogue of their country's martyrs. After his body had hung for some time, it was taken down, and the flesh actually torn from the bones by these worse than fiends; and thrown to the hogs. They then cut his heart out, and thrusting a stick through it, carried it to a neighboring village, and set it up in a public place, so that it could be seen by the passers-by, where it remained until it rotted. The fiends, when asked why they had done so, said it was to give warning to all the d-m Lincolnites, that they would be served the same way if caught.

Rev. Mr. Blair, of Hamilton county, East Tennessee, a Baptist minister, was arrested by a party of rebel soldiers, one of whom drew a knife across his throat, cutting it from ear to ear. The fiends did this in the presence of his distressed family, and then went off rejoicing that they had rid the soil of Tennessee of another d-m Abolition preacher.

They also murdered Rev. Mr. Douglass, a Presbyterian minister, for no other reason than that he was suspected of being a Union man.

In the early part of the rebellion, the rebels employed blood-hounds to hunt up the refugees, who, when caught, were either murdered or forced into the ranks of the Confederate army. But in the course of a year or two, the hunting of conscripts with these dogs became old. Besides, the fugitives learned how to elude the animals by putting pepper, onions, &c., into their shoes, and thus put them off the scent. The chivalry then tried a new

method of hunting fugitives by employing Indians. An order was issued by the provost-marshal of Knoxville, that he would give five dollars apiece to every Indian who brought in a conscript or his ears. The Indian, naturally indolent, did not trouble himself with bringing in his prisoner, but would shoot him, and then cut off his ears and put them on a string, and bring them into Knoxville and receive his five dollars. There were at one time, in the mountains of Sevier county, some four or five hundred of these Indians, under the command of one Colonel Thomas, a prince of fiends, who allowed his savage associates to commit all sorts of depredations; and it is an established fact that they even killed innocent women and children to satisfy the savage propensities of their commander. They are fit associates for their rebel brothers. The red man is the more humane of the two.

In the month of March, 1862, Captain Cross and a man named Davis, belonging to the Seventh East Tennessee Union Regiment, were captured by a party of rebels, while they were away from their regiment. They were hurried off to a secure place, where they were inhumanly murdered by their captors. The reason assigned for this double murder was, that they were Tennesseeans, and belonging to the Union army.

A party of rebels went to the house of old Mr. Smith, in Blount county, and arresting him, took him into the road, a short distance from his home, and informed him that he must die; that no Lincolnite could live in Tennessee. Mr. Smith plead for his life, reminding them of his age (he was over sixty); also telling them that he had a large family dependent upon him for support, and that if they killed him, his family would starve. Pleadings were of no avail. They told him that they could

not stand there and hear such talk; that they wished to finish up the job and be off, as they had other business. to attend to besides listening to him. They then drew their pistols and shot the old man, killing him instantly, and leaving his body lying in the road, to be buried by his wretched, horror-stricken family.

In November, 1862, two citizens of the city of Memphis, Tennessee, named H. Peers and T. Wolf, having some business of importance to transact in the country above Memphis, on their road stopped at the house of Judge Anderson, a strong Union man. After eating supper, they retired to bed; but had been there only a short time, when they heard a noise of voices outside of the house-then a thumping at the door-then a demand for the two men. Judge Anderson positively refused to let them in. They then set up a yell, and commenced battering down the door, which was soon accomplished, and the two unfortunate men were dragged from their beds. After robbing them of all their money, they informed them that it was their intention to kill them. The men plead for their lives; but it was of no avail. The cowardly miscreants, drawing their pistols, shot their helpless victims, killing Mr. Peers instantly, the ball entering his breast. Mr. Wolf was shot in the back two or three times, when he fell, and the ruffians left. Some time after they were gone, it was ascertained that Mr. Wolf was still alive. He was immediately carried to Memphis in a dying condition.

In the spring of 1862, an old man, named Neil, was murdered by a gang of Confederate soldiers in Middle Tennessee. Mr. Neil was a strong and earnest Union man, and was making his way to the Union lines after having all his property destroyed. A party of rebels dressed in Federal uniform were riding along the road, whom he

hailed, and expressed a desire to accompany them to the lines. After questioning the old man in regard to his sentiments, they said, "You are a d-d Lincolnite!" and shot him dead on the spot.*

INDIGNITIES TO ANDREW JOHNSON, LATE U. S. SENATOR, NOW MILITARY GOVERNOR OF TENNESSEE.

ANDREW JOHNSON, U. S. Senator from Tennessee, passed through Lynchburg, Virginia, on his way from Washington to Tennessee. A large crowd assembled and groaned at him. They offered him every indignity, and efforts were made to take him off the cars. Mr. Johnson was protected by the conductor and others. He denied sending a message asserting that Tennessee should furnish her quota of men.†

Our citizens heard yesterday, with every demonstration of delight, the indignity offered Governor Johnson on his way from Washington to Greenville. His presence in Virginia was regarded as exceedingly offensive to Virginians. He was insulted at almost every depot. At Lynchburg his nose was most handsomely pulled, while he was hooted and groaned at by a large crowd. The traitor is meeting his reward. We have heard since, from good authority, that at Liberty, Bedford county, Virginia, Johnson was taken from the cars, and a rope placed around his neck preliminary to a proposed hanging. Some old citizens of the county begged for him, saying that Tennessee would do for him what they proposed to do, and he was let off.

The foregoing statements are abundantly confirmed by J. B. Neil, L. S. Walters, T. E. Wister, J. H. Kennedy, and others.

† Commercial Advertiser, April 26th, 1861.

Memphis Avalanche, April 25th, 1861.

ATTACK UPON MEMPHIS, TENNESSEE.

ABOUT four o'clock, Sunday morning (21st August last), the advance of the enemy, about four hundred strong, under Lieut.-Colonel Jesse Forrest, dashed into the lower end of Beal street; and while one-half of them scattered in squads of ten or fifteen in different directions, the others proceeded to the headquarters of General Washburn. A few minutes afterwards, the main body came thundering into town, and the whole city was at once in an uproar. Bodies of rebels, from ten to two hundred strong, filled the streets, pursuing and firing at almost every one they could see. The alarm-bells for rallying the militia were rung, signal-guns boomed from the fort, the bells on the steamers at the levee added their clamor to the general uproar, and the streets were crowded with rushing throngs of panic-stricken people, and squads of the enrolled militia hurrying to their respective armories. From the fact that nearly every avenue of communication between the different parts of the city was stopped by rebel cavalry, it was impossible to make any organized resistance. The militia in most instances were unable to reach their armories, and a great many of those who took part in the different fights were using their own or borrowed arms.

Lieut.-Colonel Forrest, with two hundred of the advance guard, pressed on up Beal street as soon as he entered the city, and made directly for General Washburn's quarters on Union street. A guard was thrown around the square in which the headquarters are situated, and Forrest with a part of his men entered and began to search for the General.

But a few minutes before this occurred, Colonel Starr,