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The Daily Dispatch: August 9, 1862., [Electronic resource], The enemy's Raid upon Frederick Hall. (search)
ad been positively ascertained, nor was any one able to say whether the enemy still held possession of the road at that point, or whether, after destroying a considerable amount of property, they had gone to parts unknown Yesterday, however, Mr. F. B. Smith the telegraph operator at Beaver Dam, took a hand car and two negroes and proceeded up the road towards Frederick's Hall, with the determination of learning the state of affairs and terminating the suspense in the mind of the public. ArriviBeaver Dam, said their next trip would be to Tolersville, about six miles beyond. The party was led by a negro, who ran away from his owner, Mr. S. C. Tally, at Frederick's Hall, and who took a very active part in the destruction of property. Mr. Smith certainly deserves credit for his boldness in making this trip, and for collecting the foregoing valuable information. From another source we learn that the Yankees arrested Mr. Wm. Garrett, a merchant of this city, who was on his way to L
The Daily Dispatch: August 9, 1862., [Electronic resource], article 10 (search)
ked what time he had Lexington last? He said "nine o'clock, and since that time the line had been down." I remarked that it must be an extraordinary line to be in working condition when it was down, as I heard him sending messages to Lexington when I was at Midway at 1 o'clock. This was a stunner; he had nothing to say. I immediately tested the line by applying the end of the wires to my tongue, and found the line. "Ok" I nothing to him, but called for a guard of two men to take care of Mr. Smith until I got ready to leave town. I did not interrupt the line till after tea. when I put in my own instrument, and after listening an hour or two at the Yankees talking, I opened the conversation as followed, signing myself "Federal Operator:" "To Lexington: Keep mum; I am in the office reading by the sound of my magnet in the dark. I crawled in when no one saw me. Morgans men are here, camped on Dr. Gano's place. "Georgetown." "To Georgetown: Keep cool; don't be discovere