e cavaliers were in their saddles, bound for the ford at Buffington Island.
On this march the fighting was almost continuous, not only with the militia that industriously barricaded the roads, but with encompassing regular troops.
Even the women frowned, their voluble speech being uncomplimentary.
Neither in Indiana nor in Ohio did Morgan's Rough Riders see any bright smiles to haunt them still.
Unfortunately for Morgan his column did not reach Buffington Island until after nightfall, July 18, too late to attempt the crossing of the river, especially as the night was very dark.
His scouts informed him that the ford was guarded by three hundred infantry, protected by an earthwork, and two heavy guns.
The delay was fatal.
Early on the following morning, however, about five hundred men succeeded in crossing the river, despite the dense fog and the rising tide, unprecedented at that time of the year.
Unknown to Morgan, the infantry guard at the ford had abandoned the earthwork s