The Xenia sentinel. [volume] (Xenia [Ohio]) 1863-186?, 1865-01-20
XENIA, FRIDAY, JANUARY 20, 1866.

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es. The train was halted and the Colonel
inspected the wagons in person. Wagon
after wagon was relieved of its cOntraband
poultry and vegetables. As the Colonel
proceeded along the line, the articles thus
removed we're placed in a wagon specially
detailed for the purpose, and placed under
the care and command of commissioned
officer. At length the Colonel came to a
wagon, the driver of which was sitting on
box in the forepart of his wagon, reading
a testament, and to all appearances entire
ly absorbed in the sacred lessons of Holy
Writ. When spoken to by the Colonel he
looked up with a somewhat startled look
Of surprise. Then rising to his feet, be
touched his cap in a respectful manner,
and with look of innocence informed the
Colonel that he was at his service, and
awaited his orders. We are examining
the wagons for contraband articles" said
the Colonel, smiling somewhat APOLOGIZE
cally,-for his official rigOr had been en-
tirely subdued by the soldierly bearing of
the teamster. al will give you any as
sistance you desire in searching my wag-
on" said the teamster, at the same time
partially removing his overcoat, which was
covering a bee hive. The teamster OBJ
served a swarm of bees rushing forth
through the aperture thus made, and al
though the Colonel did not know from
whence they came, he was soon sensible
that himself and horse we're attacked by
some kind of Bugs that sting and af-
ter few fruitless attempts to force his af,
frighted horse up to the wagon, and " con-
founding" the " Yellow Jackets" for
stinging so viciously, he told the teamster
that be "guessed" " he was all right and
rode on to the next wagon. Although
the bees had stung the teamster quite Sc
verely he submitted to the pain with
"Christian resignation, rejecting that
they had not only made a large amount of
honey for his mess, but had successfully
defended, not only the honey; but large
lot of poultry and vegetables that the
wagon contained. Jerry, who had been
all the time sitting on his horse near by
the wagon, an apparently disinterested
spectator of the scene, now winked at
" Brown" the teamster, and with al ap-
proving nod, said, "AlI right my boy, "
and then rode away. Again the column
moved forward, and again we were con-
frOnted by the enemy's cavalry. This time
the " Yanks" punished the Brave Peo-
pie" rather severely, for sixteen of the
"Chivalry" bit the dust. Once more the
enemy vamoOsed " and we proceeded on
our way. When we arrived at Goodlets-
vile, we relieved the inhabitants of near.
ly all their provisions. We "cleaned
out mill, and amongst other things we
captured few barrels of Whiskey. Be
fore the officers were aware of the capture
of this article, many of the men had fill
ed both their stomachs and canteens. Nor
gan was particularly attentive to a Whis-
key barrel. He put the capacity of his
stomach to its utmost stretch, and then
filed his two canteens for future reference.
When we startedfOr camp, Morgan should
cred hisrevolving rife, and mounted Bills
" valuable" steed, with the air of one
who feels equal to any emergency.
" Boys" said he, elf we run against the
secesh on our way bone I'm going to
trade BalIy for betfar horse I'm ID
if 1 aiut."
On the way to camp we did encounter
the rebels and whipped them again, and
as they retreated, Morgan galloped after,
alone, swearing that be was going to
harass their rear until he brought on a
general engagement" This was the last
we saw of Morgan, on the way in. Night
came and found the Wagon-master's mess
snugly ensconsed in their wall tent in
camp; all except Morgan and be was not
to be found. Morning came and many
were the conjec!ures as to Morgan's fate,
but he came not. At noon, and at even
tide eco. Q" sat around the well furn-
ished table, but Morgan was not there to
share in the feast. Another night came
and passed, and as the mess were sitting
down to breakfast in the morning, bare
footed, bare-headed, shirtless object, in
human shape, came crawling up the hill
side to the cook-fre. Reader, that miser-
able, muddy, half-starved wretch, was
Morgan. Eagerly the boys grasped his
trembling hand. Very soon he was wash
ed and dressed in clean and comfortable
clothes, and sitting at the table eating
with the Yoracity of halfstarved volt.
If you have never been a soldier, you are
not expected to have just conception of
the joy and gladness with which Morgan
was received, by his mess-mates and fel-
low soldiers. An individual who has new
er been a soldier cannot comprehend the
depth of the love that soldiers have for
each other. How they stand by, and as
sist each other. Whether in camp, on the
march, or in deadly conflict on the battle
field; the soldier has a peculiar feeling Of
security, in a consciousness of the pres
enoe, friendship and bravery of his fel-
lows. Having finished his breakfast,
Morgan seated himself by the FIRE, and as
soon as the Eless was seated around him,
he related his adventures, as near the as
writer can remember, in about the follow
ing language:
"When we had our last fight I was toll
erably drunk yet I remember distinctly all
that happened to me then, and afterward
When the Rebs gallopped off there was