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Captain Morgan the Confederate Guerilla Leader. — Morgan as a citizen in times of peace, maintained the reputation of a generous, genial, jovial, horseloving, and horse-racing Kentuckian. He went into the rebel lion, con amore, and pursues it with high enjoyment. He is about 35 years of age, six feet in height, well made for strensth and agility, and is perfectly master of himself ; has a light complexion, sandy hair, and generally wears a moustache, and a little beard on his chin. His eyes are keen, blueish grey color, and when at rest, have a sleepy look; but he sees every one and everything arouud him although apparently unobservant. He is an excellent horseman, and a good shot. Asa leader of a baJtalion of cavalry, he has no superior in the rebel ranks. His command of his men is supreme. While they admire his generosity and manliness, sharing with him all the hardships of the field, they fear his more than Napoleonic severity for any departure from enjoined duty. His men narrate of him this — that upon one ocassion, when engaging in a battle, he directed one of his troopers to perform a hazardous mission in the face of the enejny. The man did not move. Morgan asked in i'ew quick words, *Do you understand my orders?" " Yes, captain, but I cannot obey." '• Then, good-bye," said Morgan, and in a moment the cavalryman fell dead . from his saddle. Turning to his men he added, " Such is the fate of every man disobeying orders in the face of the enemy." No man ever hesitated after that to obey any command. But he is not without geneiosity to a foe. A Federal cavalryman related to me since my escape, an unusual act for an enemy. Losing the command of hi» wounded horse, which, goaded by pain,' plunged wildly on, he was borne into the^ midst of Morgan's force. "Don't shoot him," cried Morgan to a dozen of his men who raised their pistols. " Give him a chance for his life." The pistols were : lowered, and the man sent back tolas own 'y'/lihe* unharmed. — TJdrteen Months in tlie EcbelArmy; by an, lmpressed New Y&rkcr.

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Southland Times, Volume I, Issue 40, 27 March 1863, Page 2

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Page 2 Advertisements Column 1 Southland Times, Volume I, Issue 40, 27 March 1863, Page 2

Page 2 Advertisements Column 1 Southland Times, Volume I, Issue 40, 27 March 1863, Page 2

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