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The Daily Dispatch: September 16, 1861., [Electronic resource] 5 1 Browse Search
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e is an educated man, endowed with soldierly qualities, and well fitted for his position. Maj. Wash. Morgan, as he is familiarly called, is every inch a soldier and a hero. Indian blood courses through his veins. His father, the late Col. Gideon Morgan, married a Cherokee woman, (half breed,) and during the war of 1812 commanded a regiment of Cherokees, under Gen. Jackson, in his campaign against the Creeks. His son was in the Mexican war, and now goes to fight for the South on the soil of Virginia, and, if need be, in Maryland. Col. Vaughn and Maj Morgan are from Morgan county, which has raised three companies. An unfortunate disaster occurred a few hours after leaving here, by which ten men of one company, including the Captain were seriously injured. One of the car trucks gave way, which caused the car to run off the track and turn over. The limbs of several were broken, others were badly bruised and smashed, but no one killed. They all belonged to the company raised
brigade of horsemen, crossed the river three miles below, marched up, and got in the rear of the Indians, with the river intervening. He was accompanied by Col. Gideon Morgan, with a battalion of Cherokees, and Col. McIntosh, with some friendly Creeks. The attack was begun by Jackson in front, with a cannonade on the breastwt off, they kept up the fight across the stream with the forces opposite. This lasted for a considerable time, and several of our men were killed and wounded. Col. Morgan received a ball in the forehead, and his Cherokees said he danced like a partridge when shot. He was the father of Maj. Morgan, of the Third Tennessee RegimentMaj. Morgan, of the Third Tennessee Regiment, near Arlington Heights, who recently had the honor of escorting Prince Napoleon to Gen. Beauregard's headquarters. Capt. Campbell, then a very young man, and a private in a company under General Coffee, said he had retired for a few minutes to cool his heated rifle in a small stream. Returning, he observed a Captain rubbing