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As he was passing a narrow ravine near this house, he suddenly heard a soft and low whistle; he instantly stood still, as if pierced to the heart, and transformed to stone. While deliberating what to do, the sound was repeated. It might be an enemy signaling to a comrade, or it might perchance be a friend. He seized his pistol and demanded, "Who's there?" A voice replied

The Doctor thought he recognized both the name, and the voice to be those of a faithful negro boy, the property of the Rebel owner of the house near by. The negro inquired, "Are you Dr. Rucker?" "No," said the Doctor, "what do you know about Dr. Rucker?come closer." The negro half frightened, yet still confident, said, "Your voice sounds mighty like de doctor's." He stepped forward, and there was a mutual recognition, and short greetings.

The loyal negro had come out to save his friend. He told him a guard was stationed on every road, and that he was completely surrounded; the scouts had been at his master's house, the night before, and he overheard in their conversation that they were after Dr. Rucker, and expected to catch him on the road near by. He had determined to save him if possible, and for that purpose had watched for him in the ravine, where he had provided some bread and meat. This the famished fugitive eagerly consumed, and then followed his faithful guide, who piloted him round three sets of pickets, and left him safe with a friend, several miles beyond. Thence he made his way across Green Briar River, and was piloted to a concealed fortification, erected by the Union men and conscripts, who were well armed, and determined to defend themselves till death.

Dr. Rucker remained in this fortress two days, and

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thence in three days made his escape to Gauley Bridge, held by the Union troops, commanded by Captain Merriman of the 5th Virginia. From this post, the Doctor telegraphed to Secretary Stanton the fact of his escape.

STORY LXXXVIII.

GALLANTRY OF LIEUTENANT MILNE.

I MUST not forget to mention the gallantry of a young officer in the engagement at Lafourche, Louisiana. Sergeant Henry Milne, of the 4th Wisconsin, was recently promoted to a first lieutenancy in the 1st Louisiana Native Guard, (IIeavy Artillery,) and detailed as assistant superintendent of Negro labor.

Riding through Lafourche one day, he gave information of the approach of the enemy to Colonel Stickney, of the 17th Massachusetts, the commanding officer of our forces, and informed him that he could successfully manage the field-piece which stood before them. Although an entire stranger, in the emergency, he was appointed chief of artillery. He dismounted, and immediately commenced drilling the artillerists.

When the enemy's cavalry appeared, he loaded with shell, trained the gun and fired. He killed two men, dismounted twelve, and killed two horses. At closer range he used only canister. The enemy charged upon the battery, but he cried, "Steady, boys,"—and took good aim.

The contest had now become so close, that a Rebel soldier had his hand clasped tight around the throat of

an infantry captain, one of whose soldiers repulsed his impudence by thrusting his bayonet entirely through the Rebel's heart.

Another ran up to Lieutenant Milne, placed his hand. upon the gun and shouted, "Surrender!" "Never!" was the answer. "Hand me a shot, boys," said the Lieutenant. "Don't you fire that again!" screamed the Rebel. Lieutenant Milne, with the strength of a giant, hurled the ball at his antagonist, who fell dead at his feet. Rallying again, to the task before him, he loaded and fired with lightning-like rapidity, until the enemy were repulsed, and the victory won. His faithful horse lay dead under his gun, but eighteen dead butternuts bore him company. General Emory publicly announced his determination to promote the young hero, the gallant Lieutenant Milne.

STORY LXXXIX.

JOHN MORGAN'S RAID AGAIN.

INCIDENTS FROM THE NEWSPAPERS.

NEAR Corydon, Indiana, a minister, named Glenn, who owned the finest house in that section, fired upon the Rebels. He was dragged into the house by his wife, who closed the doors. The Rebels burst open the door, wounded him through both thighs, set fire to the house, and left Glenn to perish in the flames.

His wife and other ladies in the house, dragged him out to an orchard, and thus saved him from being roast ed alive. Near Maukport, they also killed Garrett

Hunt, and just above the town, they murdered Wm. Frahee.

The story runs that Morgan captured Wash. De Pauw, one of the wealthiest men of Southern Indiana, and said to him, "Sir, do you consider your flouring. mill worth $2,000 ?" Mr. De Pauw said he thought it was worth that. "Then," said the robber chief, "you can save it for the $2,000." Mr. De Pauw paid the money. "Now," proceeded Morgan, "do you think you woollen-mill is worth $3,000?" Mr. De Pauw admitted that it was probably worth more than that. "Well," said the Rebel, "you can have it for $3,000. And Mr. De Pauw took it. So they levied $5,000 on

him.

Near Corydon, William Heth, keeper of the toll-gate, fired on the Rebels. They shot him dead and burned his house. They also burned a fine stone-mill in the neighborhood; and killed Caleb Thomas and Jeremiah Nance.

Lieutenant Adams, of Morgan's band, with a squad, after burning a bridge north of Salem, went to a Quaker farmer's house, hard by, and called for some milk. The Friend demurely accompanied the Lieutenant to the spring-house, and told him to help himself and men. While drinking the milk, the following conversation occurred:

Lieutenant Adams. "You're a Quaker, ain't
Friend, (very soberly.) "Yea."

you?"

Lieutenant Adams. "Then you're an abolitionist ?" Friend. "Yea."

Lieutenant Adams, (fiercely.) "A staunch Union

man ?"

Friend, (emphatically.) "Yea."

Lieutenant Adams, (after a pause.) "Got any Butternuts around here?"

Friend. "Yea."

Lieutenant Adams. "Then, why don't you hang them? We have a way of choking such people down our way.

At Salem, after burning the depot, Morgan announced his intention to burn all the mills and factories in the town, and issued orders to that effect. He afterwards reconsidered these orders, and told the owners of such property, that he would spare it upon the payment of $1,000 for each mill and factory.

These levies upon the citizens were responded to, and the money paid over to the free-booter chief. This alone saved the town from a conflagration, which the location of the mills would have rendered inevitable.

When Morgan took Colonel Craven, of Ripley, he behaved roughly at first. He asked where the Colonel lived. "At Osgood," was the answer. "What, that little town on the railroad?" "Yes," said the Colonel. "Well," said Morgan, "I have just sent sixty men up there to burn the town. "Burn and be dd," said the Colonel, "it isn't much of a town, any how." Morgan laughed heartily, at this answer, and said: “I like the way you talk, old fellow," and released him, with the injunction to follow till the rear-guard had got past.

At Dupont, Ia., the great John himself did not exhibit that chivalry, which in some quarters has been claimed for him. He selected for his headquarters the residence of Mr. Samuel Stout. The family of Mr. Stout had retired, but were ordered to vacate their beds; this done, they were soon occupied by Morgan and his

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