Weekly hawk-eye and telegraph. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1855-1857, 1856-04-16
Gen. Morgan.

Among the incidents connected with the co-
sing years of this rude but patriotic soldier, the
following, originally published in the Winchcs-
ter Republican Of 1874, may be regarded as evin.
cling in the narrator a singular combination OF
frankness, simplicity, and pathos:
1.-THE 'thunderbolt of war; this brave Nor
gan who never knew fear, was in camp often
wicked and very profane, but never Is disbeliever
in Religion. He testified that himself In his
latter years. General Morgan professed religion,
and united himself with the Presbyterian church
in this place, under the pastoral care OF Rev. Mr.
(now Dr.) Hill, who preached in this house some
forty years, and may now be heard occasionally
on London street. His last days were passed in
this town; and while sinking to his grave he re-
lated to his minister the experience Of his soul.
People thought said he, that Daniel Morgan
never prayed; ; people said old Morgan never
was afraid-people did not know Hethen pro-
ceeded to relate in his blunt manner, among
many other things that the night they stormed
Quebec, while waiting in the darkness and storm,
with his men paraded, for the word to adrance,
he felt unhappy; the enterprise appeared more
than perilous it seemed to him that nothing
less than miracle could bring them off safe
from an encounter at such an amazing disadvan-
tage. He stepped aside and kneeled by the side
of a munition of war, and then most fervently
prayed that the Lord God Almighty would be his
shield and defence; for nothing less than an Al
mighty arm could protect him. He continued
on his knees till the word passed along the lines.
He fully believed that his safety during that
night of peril was from the interpostion OF
God.
ga gain said he about the battle Of the Cow
pens, which covered him with SO much glory as
aleader and soldier, he had felt afraid to fight
Tarleton with his numerous army, flushed with
success, and that he retreated as long as he
could, till his men complained-and he could
go no further. Drawing up his army in three
lines on the hillside; contemplating the scene
in the distance the glitter of the advancing enc
my-he trembEed for the fate of the day. Go
ing to the woods in the rear, he kneeled in IN
old tree-top, and poured out prayer to God
for his army for himself, and for his country.
With relieved spirits he returned to the lines, and
in his rough manner cheered them for the
fight. As he passed along, they answered him
bravely. The terrible carnage that followed the
deadly aim of his lines decided the victory. In
few moments Tarleton fed. 'Ah,' said he,
people said old Morgan never feared;' they
thought old Morgan never prayed; they did not
know; old Morgan was often miserably afraid
And if it had not been, in the circumstances of
the amazing responsibility in which he was plac-
ed how could he have been brave
''The last of his rihemen are gone; the brave
and hardy gallants of this valley that waded to
Canada and stormed Quebec are all gone-gone,
too, are Morgan's sharp-shooters Of Saratoga.
For long time two that shared his captivity in
Canada were seen in this village, wasting away
to shadows of their youth, celebrating with en-
thusasm the night Of their battle, as the year roll
ed round-Peter Lauck and John Schultz. But
they have answered the roll-call of death, and
have joined their leader; the hardy Lauck won
dering that Schultz, the feeblest Of the band,
whom he had SO often carried through the SHOWS
of Canada, should outlive him. There is inter-
est round the last of such corps"