ing a still higher bonus, induced him to risk the chances again. He did so, and the next heard of him he was a prisoner in the Indiana penitentiary, awaiting court martial for his numerous enlistments. The trial resulted in conviction, and he was sentenced to be shot. The extreme penalty, however, was commuted by the President to one year's hard labor with chain and ball.

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Rather Doubtful Allegiance.

no heart in the cause, he concluded to break off, leave his native sunny clime, and find a home beneath the colder skies of the North. With this determination, and having but a scanty wardrobe in his possession, he bade adieu to Charleston, and set out on foot on his weary journey North. He dared not travel on the public thoroughfares, for he knew the relentless conscripting officers would not let him pass. He therefore pursued his lonely journey along unfrequented paths, often The capture of the Confederate General making his bed on the ground, with only Jeff Thompson revived many anecdotes the starry canopy for a covering. Weary of his eccentricities of speech and man- steps lengthened into weary miles, and he The General is a great talker, and finally arrived in Louisville, Kentucky, is bound to tell a good thing, no matter having traveled the whole of the distance, whom it hits. On his arrival at Pilot excepting about forty miles, on foot from Knob, Missouri, as a prisoner, he had a Charleston. long conversation with General Fisk, the commander at that post. Jeff swore on his honor that the Confederacy was a sure thing, bound to succeed, and all that. He continued: "But confound these fellows in south-east Missouri ! When I was cavorting around Bird's Point two years ago they were all friendly enough; but as I came through the country here as a prisoner, and told a few of them that I supposed they were right yet, hang me if they didn't have to stop and think which oath of allegiance they took last!"

No Heart in the Cause.

Wash Litchtiter, one of Morgan's Converts. Wash Litchtiter, of Indiana, was converted from secesh into a warm Union man. Wash had been flogged once or twice for cheering for Jeff Davis, but he stuck to his principles. One day Morgan and his band of thieves came along, and Wash gave them a cordial welcome. He brought out all the liquor he had and treated them well; told them how he loved the South, and hoped that the Yankees would be whipped out. The banditti then asked him for money. He begged off, but Morgan said, "Come, old Butternut, shell out; we want all the spondulics you've got!"

A young man, about twenty years of age, of marked intelligence and pleasing address, made his appearance one day in Wash had to put his nose to the grindLouisville, as a refugee from the South, stone this time, and fork over; he was and from the rebel army, into whose ser- however so slow about it that they pitched vice he had been drawn. He described in and gave him a thrashing, and then himself as of wealthy parentage, and, be- carried off everything he had. Wash fore the war, was the idolized heir of a went in for a 'vigorous prosecution of the large plantation in the vicinity of Charles- war' ever after, and was mighty glad ton, South Carolina. He served nearly when Morgan went to the State prison, two years in the rebel army, but, having where all such fellows belong.