ious Confederate forces which are in the neighborhood, and which will certainly have something to say upon the subject.
He has never heard of Sidney Johnston, or of Polk, or of Pillow, or of Zollicoffer, or of Williams, or of Humphrey Marshall.
To him there are no such persons in existence.
Or if he has ever heard of them, he does not consider them anything more than men of straw.
We should think, at least, if he has never heard of them, he thought have heard of Piketon and Wild Cat, of Nelson, and the retreat of the ten thousand Yankees, Kentucky he declares to be all right — that is all Yankee--at the very moment that 100,000 men are lacing each other upon her soil, and every hour may bring forth a deadly conflict.--Missouri, he says, is all quiet, while Price and McCulloch are chasing the Yankees, in the regular Bull Run style from the borders of Arkansas to the Missouri river. Maryland is loyal, at the very moment when it requires fifty- thousand Yankee bayonets to keep her fr