Connecticut western news., 1879-12-03
line and crossed to where the Captain

stood.
 At this moment there came thunder ing down the road regiment of artil
 lery, and all talking ceased, for tht bounding of the heavy guns and caissons
 mingled with the yells and curses of the
 drivers, filled the air with such multi
 tude of noises that one could scarcely
 think, let alone making himself heard
 While the artillery was passing, an Or.
 derly came with orders for Col. Burt,
 who, after giving the strictest command
 to his trusted Sergeant (Kirk patrick by
 name), to guard we'll " the Yankee mur.
 derer," we were placed in single file
 between two lines of mounted men and
 marched some four miles in the direc.
 tion of Manassas and turned into an cid
 cattle-shed for the night. Two large
 camp fires were built directly in front,
 around which gathered the men who
 guarded us. At 8. m: the writer, hay ing been awakened by the chilliness of
 the night, asked permission of the senti- nel at tn gate to go out and sit by the fire.
 "Go back and lay down, you Yankee. l wish you were all in He'll or Belle Isle, :" was his answer.
 Noticing that the Lieutenant in com- mand was sitting by one of the fires, the writer called out, s'Officer of Guard p to which the guard raised his carbine in threatening manner.
 +1 AI,o gate, asked pleasantly what was wanted.
 The request was repeated, whereupon he unclasped the gate and said, 's Ger tainly, come out, roll up a stone and warm yourself"
 The Lieutenant was a good fellow, and gave the writer brief history of the hardships he and his comrades had undergone during the retreat of General Pope.
 We conversed until the morning broke, when the Lieutenant was relieved and the guard changed. Before leaving, however, he assured the writer that he would do his utmost to befriend Morgan in his extremity, with promise to share his breakfast ration with his Yankee friend, providing their trains had arrived during the night. We shook hands and parted. At 6 8. n. Gen. Robinson ap- peared on the scene and, turning out the prisoners marched them to the head quarters of Gen. Stuart Gee's Chief of Calvary). Here we were drawn up in line, and Robinson informed us that if men could be furnished to write their paroles, we could return to the Yankee lines that day. It is needless to say that we were mighty glad of this, and the writer and Sergeant Mark Brownell | Of Company A, stepped to the front for the performance of that duty. We were escorted to Gen. Stuarts headquarters, | and, under the direction of Walter K. Martin, Adjutant- General, we scratched off thirty paroles as quickly as they were ever written before. The writer filled | one out for Charles Morgan, but when they came to Martin for his signature he threw it out with the remark, 'sthat man IS Yankee spy, and will in all proba- bility be shot,"
 After quitting headquarters the writer went to Morgan and told him the de- cision of the General and his refusal to sign the parole.
 Our men bade Morgan good-by as they made ready to return, feeling as they did 50 that his doom was sealed.
 When it came in turn to the narrator | to bid his friend last farewell, a single tear welled up the eyes of Morgan, and he said, "I guess I'm gone."
 But such was not the case. The officer whom the writer found so friendly was true to his promise, and when the trial of Morgan took place at Leesburg he testified so strongly in his favor that he was set at liberty and escorted to the rebel outposts. In due time he found his way to the regiment to which his brother belonged, and completed the visit which came so near resulting in his death.