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The captain did as he was directed. A lot of ladies. were present on the occasion, and all was silent as a maiden's sigh.

"Are you ready?"

"All right, Wolford," shouted the captain.

"Forward!" shouted Morgan, as the whole column rushed through the crowd, with lightning speed, amid the shouts and huzzas of all present-some leading a horse or two, as they went, leaving their frail tenements of horseflesh tied to the fences, to be provided for by the citizens.

It soon became whispered about, that it was John Morgan and his gang; and there was not a man in the town who would "own up" that he was gulled out of his horse. The company disbanded that night, though the captain, at last advices, still held the horses as prisoners of war, awaiting an exchange.

STORY XCI.

CAPTAIN ANDERSON'S RAID.

EARLY in January, 1864, Captain J. M. Anderson, of the 30th Ohio Infantry, who had been detailed as general recruiting officer for colored troops in Louisiana, applied to Major-General McPherson, of the 17th Army Corps, at Vicksburg, for a company of men to make an excursion into the Tensas country, in Louisiana, for negro recruits.

Aware of the difficulties and dangers of the undertaking, the General declined giving him the force.

desired, being fearful of their being captured: whereupon the Captain, nothing daunted, procured six negro recruits in Vicksburg, armed them with muskets, and accompanied by W. P. Crockett, (son of the old hero, David Crockett,) as guide, and three Northern gentlemen, set out for Waterproof, Louisiana, ninety miles down the river.

With this small, but indomitable party, with but six muskets and two pistols for their entire armament, he landed at Waterproof, by night, and as a side operation, captured a Rebel Lieutenant, a Surgeon, and two privates, who were attempting to cross the river into Mississippi.

The captives confessed that they were of the party that had lately fired into the Steamer Welcome, at that place. They were consequently kept under a guard of two men, and delivered to the proper authority, as prisoners of war, on the Captain's return.

Immediately impressing, from the nearest plantation, a sufficient number of mules to mount his party, the Captain pushed on into the country, for Tensas River, thirty-five miles distant. A short distance out he discovered, and gave chase to, three Rebel officers, but without success, as the speed of their horses soon distanced his mules.

Continuing on, he gave notice to the negroes on his route, that he should cross the Tensas River the coming night, for a train of mules and contrabands, and return on the following morning, at which time he notified them to be ready mounted, and return with him.

Riding his mules to the extent of their speed, and changing them three times on the journey, he reached the Tensas River, at Kirk's Ferry, crossed on flat boats,

and went five miles beyond, to the plantation of Captain King, who was absent in the Confederate army.

Without delay, he divested the place of all the ablebodied negroes, mules, horses, and wagons, and with those who flocked to him, on the way, safely recrossed the river at sunset, and visited the plantation of Colonel Hall, friend and confederate of General Harrison, whose 400 cavalry were encamped within four miles. From Colonel Hall, he took his pistols, shot-gun-all his ablebodied negro men, with mules and horses sufficient to mount them.

As was afterward learned, a courier got information from the negroes of his intended movements, escaped across the river, and informed the Rebels that the Yankees would recross the Tensas, by daylight in the morning, at the upper crossing. Whereupon, a force of thirty cavalry was sent thither, and lay in ambush. till the following morning, to intercept the Captain and his party.

Meanwhile the raiders had pushed on, capturing mules, horses, pistols, shot-guns, and negroes, and by a forced march, reached Waterproof, at daylight the next morning, (about thirty hours from the time he had left there,) with a train of over a hundred horses and mules, many wagons, and three hundred and fifty negroes. Here he encamped, and gathered forage, and provisions for the party.

About eight o'clock, three negroes arrived on horseback, announcing that the Rebel cavalry were only five miles in their rear, cautiously advancing, for fear of finding a gunboat; but none was at hand for the Captain's protection. He accordingly sent messengers immediately down the river road, to seek one, and send it

up, saddled up, and hastened down the river, where, about ten miles below, a gunboat came to his protection, and conveyed the train to Vidalia, opposite Natchez, where the Steamboat Diligent was chartered, and took the entire party and train, including mules, horses, and negroes, to Vicksburg.

STORY XCII.

THRILLING INCIDENT AT FORT DONELSON.

SOME six or eight years previous to the commencemen of the war, a citizen of Massachusetts being unjustly suspected of a crime, suffered the loss of friends, business, and reputation, which, being unable or unwilling to bear up against, he determined on changing his location.

Accordingly, having so disposed his property that it could be easily managed by his wife, he suddenly disappeared, leaving her a comfortable home and the care of two boys of the ages of ten and twelve years.

The first fear that he had sought a violent death, was partly dispelled by the orderly arrangement of his affairs, and the discovery that a daguerreotype of the family-group was missing from the parlor-table. Not much effort was made to trace the fugitive.

When, afterward, facts were developed which established his innocence of the crime charged, it was found impossible to communicate with him; and, as the publication of the story in several widely circulated papers failed to recall him, he was generally supposed to be

dead.

At the outbreak of the war, his eldest son, who had become a young man, was induced by a friend, a Captain in a Western regiment, to enlist in his company. He carried himself well through campaigns in Missouri and Tennessee, and after the capture of Fort Donelson, was rewarded with a First Lieutenant's commission. At the battle of Murfreesboro he was wounded in the left arm, but so slightly that he was still able to take care of a squad of wounded prisoners.

While performing this duty, he became aware that one of them, a middle-aged man, with a full, heavy beard, was looking at him with fixed attention. The day after the fight, as the officer was passing, the soldier gave the military salute, and said: "A word with you, if you please, sir. You remind me of an old friend. Are you from New England?"

“I am.”

"From Massachusetts ?"

"Yes."

"And your name?"

The young Lieutenant told his name, and how he came to serve in a Western regiment.

"I thought so," said the soldier, and turning away, he was silent. Although his curiosity was much excited by the soldier's manner, the officer forbore to question him and withdrew. But, in the afternoon, he took occasion to renew the conversation, and expressed the interest awakened in him by the incident of the morning.

"I knew your father," said the prisoner; "is he well?" "We have not seen him for years," said the Lieutenant; "we think he is dead.

Then followed such an explanation of the circum

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