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staff. Mrs. Stout and her daughters were ordered to prepare breakfast for the crowd, and have it ready precisely at four o'clock. Mr. Stout was told to have every thing in the best manner, and under penalty of death to awaken his guests precisely at four.

After partaking of a bountiful repast, Morgan ordered Stout to set out immediately, with his advance guard, as guide. Stout asked the privilege of taking a bite himself, before starting; but was informed that his present well-being required immediate and prompt action.

He was at once placed on an old, sharp-backed horse, without a saddle, and started on a long trot. After travelling twelve miles, Mr. Stout informed his captors that his knowledge of the roads extended no further. He was permitted to dismount, a sorer, if not a wiser man, and find his way home on foot as best he could.

Till now, in all his troubles and trials, one pleasing sensation would occasionally flit across the bewildered brain of Mr. Stout-Morgan had promised to reward him liberally; but his visions of green-backs and gold eagles were not realized. The renowned chief had forgotten his promise.

One of the Rebels, says a correspondent of the Commercial, very cordially invited me to make a visit at his house, " when this cruel war is over." (My house was honored with thirty or forty Rebel guests.) I gave it as my opinion, that his chances for getting home, to receive company, were rather slim.

He replied, saying, he supposed I would be pleased to hear that he and his comrades were all killed or captured. I assured him he was correct in his supposition. "I like your honesty," was the Rebel's reply.

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One of them expressed great disgust at "Northern sympathizers:" said he, "if they sympathize with the South, why don't the d-d cowardly traitors come and fight for us?" Upon the whole, I think some good will result from Morgan's raid through Indiana and Ohio.

Like a sudden clap of thunder, came Morgan among us, and passed off to the east like a meteor, leaving the natives gazing after him in stupefied horror, rubbing their eyes, and wondering whether it was all the dream of a nightmare, or a reality. Quite a number of men and boys followed in Morgan train, keeping a safe distance behind, however, hoping to recover their stolen horses.

One old Pennsylvania Dutchman, who resides in this neighborhood, (East Sycamore, Hamilton County, O.,) by some means, lost but one of his horses; he mounted the other, and hastily pursued the flying Secesh. When near Batavia, he mingled a little too close with them, as may be proved from the fact that they took the horse he rode, with saddle and bridle. It is told that he gave vent to his injured feelings by saying to the 'Reb,' who took his horse, "that is my horse, I wish, him good luck. I wish he preak your neck." "What's that?" thundered Secesh. "I wish my horse good luck. I wish he preak your G-t t―m neck," repeated the candid German, with the additional expletive.

Morgan knew, before he crossed the river, who his friends were, and who had arms. Upon entering Corydon, Ia., he showed a list (and so at Salem,) of every citizen who had a IIenry rifle, or other improved arm, and immediately sent patrols to bring them in.

Where the K. G. C.'s were the thickest, there was full

information in his possession, of all he wished to know; but when he got what he wanted, he treated his tools as badly as enemies, and bade them good-bye, by taking the horses with which they had followed to guide him.

On his way through Butler County, Morgan rested a few minutes at the house of a peace Democrat. John, in conversation, learned that his host had eight horses, and generously proposed to divide, taking four himself. The old man had to accede, and then asked advice, as to how to save the other four.

The guerrilla chief told him that his rear-guard would be along in about ten hours, (calculating that Hobson would be along in that time,) and that he must cheer for Vallandigham and Jeff. Davis, to save his horseflesh.

At the expected time, Hobson's men came along, and Mr. Butternut came out, cheering lustily, as directed. Hobson doesn't see the joke, but takes off the remaining four horses. It was very wicked of Morgan to cheat and deceive an old admirer.

In taking all the horses one gentleman had, there was one, a great favorite, which he begged might be spared, offering to pay over the full price for him. "How much do you value him at?" the gentleman was asked. "Two hundred dollars," was the reply. "Produce it then, and you may keep your horse." No sooner was the money placed in the impudent rascal's hands, than he pocketed it, and led off the horse.

George T, Jr., living between New Haven and Harrison, met Hobson's men, the morning after Morgan's forces went through, and believing them some of Morgan's men, hurrahed for John Morgan, and told them he was and had been a Morgan man. A Union soldier called him to his side, and clubbed him with his carbine, knocking his infernal butternut head nearly off.

STORY XC.

HOW JOHN MORGAN GOT 300 HORSES.

JOHN MORGAN, during his celebrated raid through Indiana, took occasion to visit a little town, hard by, with 350 of his guerrillas, while the main body was marching on.

Dashing suddenly into the little "burgh,” he found about 300 home-guards, each having a good horse tied to the fences; the men standing about in groups, awaiting orders from their aged captain, who appeared to be on the shady side of sixty.

The hoosier boys looked at the men with astonishment, while the captain went up to one of the party and said:

"Whose company is this?"

"Wolford's cavalry," said the Reb.

"What? Kentucky boys? We're glad to see you, boys. Where's Wolford ?"

"There he sits," said a ragged, rough Reb., pointing to Morgan, who was sitting sideways on his horse.

The captain walked up to Wolford (as he and all thought), and saluted him:

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"Bully; how are you? What are you going to do with all these men and horses ?" said Morgan, looking about.

"Well, you see that the d-d horse-thieving John Morgan is in this part of the country, with a passel of cut-throats and thieves; and between you and I, if he comes up this way, Captain, we'll give him the best we've got in the shop."

"He's hard to catch; we've been after him for fourteen days, and can't see him at all," said Morgan, goodhumoredly.

"Ef our hosses would stand fire, we'd be all right." "Won't they stand?"

"No, Captain Wolford, 'spose while you're restin' here, you and your company put your saddles on our hosses, and go through a little evolution or two, by way of a lesson to our boys? I'm told you're a hoss on the drill."

And the only man Morgan is afraid of, Wolford (as it were), alighted, and ordered his "boys" to dismount, as he wanted to show the hoosier boys how to give Morgan a warm reception, should he chance to pay

them a visit.

This delighted the hoosier boys, so that they went to work, and assisted the men to tie their old, weary, wornout bones to the fences, and place their saddles upon the backs of their fresh horses, which was soon done, and the men were in their saddles, drawn up in line, and ready for the word.

The boys were highly elated at the idea of having their "pet horses" trained for them by Wolford and his men, and more so, to think that they would stand fire, ever afterward.

The old Captain advanced, and walking up to Wolford (as he thought), said, "Captain, are you all right now?” Wolford rode up one side of the column, and down the other, when he moved to the front, took off his hat, paused, and said, "Now, Captain, I'm ready. If you and your gallant men wish to witness an evolution, which you, perhaps, have never seen, form a line on each side of the road, and watch us closely, as we pass."

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