ry chieftain had been brilliantly successful but the contemplated long ride from the sunny hills of Tennessee through Kentucky, Indiana and Ohio was to end in grave and almost irreparable disaster.
In high feather and in full song Morgan's gallant young cavalrymen formed in column, looking toward Kentucky.
There were two brigades, the one commanded by Colonel Basil W. Duke, the other by Colonel Adam R. Johnson.
Following the cavalry were four pieces of artillery—a section of three-inch Parrott guns and two twelve-pound Howitzers.
When General Morgan, tastefully dressed and superbly mounted, rode along the column, going to the front, the men cheered and sang their song: Here's the health to Duke and Morgan, Drink it down; Here's the health to Duke and Morgan, Drink it down; Here's the health to Duke and Morgan, Down, boys, down, drink it down.
To this ovation General Morgan, hat in hand, smilingly bowed his acknowledgement and appreciation.
When Colonel Duke, with flashing