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Adam R. Johnson (search for this): chapter 1.38
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 ssed to the Indiana shore. Duke's merry cavaliers, strangers in a strange land, singing Here's the health to Duke and Morgan, Drink it down, marched to a point six miles from the river and went into camp for a brief rest. The rear guard of Johnson's Brigade, the last to cross the river, stopped on the margin of the stream long enough to burn the transprts and to wave their hats, bidding Hobson's pursuing cavalry, then on the other shore, good-by. Then, following the column, they sang:
Tom Morgan (search for this): chapter 1.38
r my flag without a fight. Having repeatedly assaulted the position, and lost in killed and wounded nearly one hundred of his most gallant men, the discomfited Morgan made a detour and marched away, leaving his dead and wounded comrades to the tender mercies of the Federal Commander, who was no less humane than he was brave. Marching to Lebanon, the raiders captured the garrison, about three hundred men, but not without the loss of fifty of their comrades, among the killed being Lieutenant Tom Morgan, the general's brother, a mere boy, the idol of the command. At Springfield Morgan began to send detachments in various directions, and to further mystify the pursuing and environing Federals he resorted to the telegraph, a resource that had often served him on former daring expeditions. Attached to his staff was an expert telegraph operator named George A. Ellsworth, whom the men called Lightning. Having cut a wire, Ellsworth would connect his own instrument with the line and t
James Levi Wheeler (search for this): chapter 1.38
mprecation of the vanquished. A mere boy, I left my old Kentucky home to follow the plume of General John H. Morgan, the beau sabreur who rode far into the enemy's country, greeting the sons of the morning with a strange new flag. In person General Morgan was notably graceful and handsome. Six feet in height, his form was perfect, a rare combination of grace, activity and strength. The prince of Kentucky cavaliers, Morgan was the peer of the immortals-Stuart and Hampton, Forrest and Wheeler. Associated with him, always second in command, was Basil W. Duke, the Baron Henry of the youthful cavalrymen—the flower of old Kentucky. Tactics and Strategetics. While Morgan was bold in thought and action, he neglected no precaution that would insure success or avert disaster. His rapidly formed plans, promptly and brilliantly executed, surprised his friends and confounded his foes. He was the originator of the far-reaching raid, and the author of a system of tactics and stra
Basil (search for this): chapter 1.38
Following Morgan's plume through Indiana and Ohio. From the N. O. Picayune, October 13, 1907. Recollections of the last and greatest campaign of the famous Confederate chieftain. By George Dallas Mosgrove. There lived a knight, when knighthood was in flower, Who charmed alike the tilt-yard and the bower. Gen. Basil W. Duke. The soldiers of the Civil War are ever ready to recite reminiscences of camp and field. They forgive, but they cannot forget. Fresh in memory are scenes of life and light, of courage and death, of rollicking gayety and abject despair, of music and dancing, of the piteous cry of the wounded, the exultant shout of the victor and the imprecation of the vanquished. A mere boy, I left my old Kentucky home to follow the plume of General John H. Morgan, the beau sabreur who rode far into the enemy's country, greeting the sons of the morning with a strange new flag. In person General Morgan was notably graceful and handsome. Six feet in height,
Burnside (search for this): chapter 1.38
ing war on women and children and mistreating prisoners were not among them. The March around Cincinnati. Dispersing or eluding all hostile forces, cutting telegraph wires and throwing out detachments to deceive the Federal officers, Morgan marched swiftly on and on, day and night, night and day, until he reached Harrison, Ohio, where he began to maneuver to mystify the commanding officer at Cincinnati. He had reason to believe that the city was garrisoned by a strong force under General Burnside, and that a supreme effort would be made to intercept and capture him when he should attempt to cross the Hamilton and Dayton Railroad. After two or three hours halt at Harrison the column moved directly toward Cincinnati, all detachments coming in before nightfall. Hoping that his previous demonstrations would induce a concentration of Federal troops up the railroad, and that if any were left at Cincinnati his subsequent threatening movements would cause them to withdraw into the c
George A. Ellsworth (search for this): chapter 1.38
resorted to the telegraph, a resource that had often served him on former daring expeditions. Attached to his staff was an expert telegraph operator named George A. Ellsworth, whom the men called Lightning. Having cut a wire, Ellsworth would connect his own instrument with the line and take off the dispatches. If none of intereEllsworth would connect his own instrument with the line and take off the dispatches. If none of interest came his way he would place himself in communication with the Federal commanders. If Morgan had 1,000 men, Lightning would gravely inform them that he had 2,000. Locating the detachments promiscuously, he would have the main column and detached squadrons marching in directions contrary to their objective points. Leaving Spr and lack of discipline rendered them ineffective when opposing the march of Morgan's veteran cavaliers. From Salem the column moved eastward to Vienna, where Ellsworth captured the telegraph operator and put himself in communication with Louisville and Indianapolis, sending the usual fiction regarding Morgan's movements and rec
Clay Meriwether (search for this): chapter 1.38
n the veranda of a roadside residence, and awoke to find himself in the hands of the pursuing Federal cavalry. From Bardstown the Confederates marched rapidly to Brandenburg, on the Ohio River, forty miles below Louisville. Crossing the River. When the column reached Brandenburg, early in the morning of July 8, General Morgan was delighted to find two good steamboats lying at the wharf, the transports having been secured by two of his most adventuresome captains, Sam Taylor and Clay Meriwether, who had been sent in advance for that purpose. Impatient of delay, Morgan made immediate preparations to cross the river. A dense fog prevented his seeing what was on the other side, but he knew that a strong force of determined Federal cavalry was close upon his rear. A shot from a rifled cannon and a volley of musketry announced the presence of an unseen enemy on the Indiana shore. The disappearing mist, however, soon revealed a small force of combatants, presumably militia,
Parrott (search for this): chapter 1.38
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
Basil W. Duke (search for this): chapter 1.38
alike the tilt-yard and the bower. Gen. Basil W. Duke. The soldiers of the Civil War are ever ready to sociated with him, always second in command, was Basil W. Duke, the Baron Henry of the youthful cavalrymen—the here were two brigades, the one commanded by Colonel Basil W. Duke, the other by Colonel Adam R. Johnson. Foll cheered and sang their song: Here's the health to Duke and Morgan, Drink it down; Here's the health to DukeDuke and Morgan, Drink it down; Here's the health to Duke and Morgan, Down, boys, down, drink it down. To this 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,Colonel Duke, with flashing eye and flowing plume, appeared there were more cheers and another song, My Old Kentucky Home. 's entire command had crossed to the Indiana shore. Duke's merry cavaliers, strangers in a strange land, singing Here's the health to Duke and Morgan, Drink it down, marched to a point six miles from the river and w
Rosecrans (search for this): chapter 1.38
e rarely declined to fight, believing that then a concentration of superior forces against him was more difficult, the vigor of his enemy being somewhat paralyzed by the celerity of his own movements and the mystery that involved them. When retreating, however, he would resort to every strategem to avoid battle, fearing that while fighting one enemy another might overtake and assail him. The Ohio raid. Lee was marching toward Pennsylvania and Bragg, in danger of being overwhelmed by Rosecrans, directed Morgan to create a diversion by marching into Kentucky and threatening Louisville. Being essential a free lance, accustomed to independent action, Morgan determined to cross the Ohio River, General Bragg's order to the contrary notwithstanding. Hitherto the career of the cavalry 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 h
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