Connecticut western news., 1879-12-03

: "o OA OPo toI11D10 Eo6Toh6, auu s knew the old Bull Run ground woul
 again be red with the blood of both u blue and the gray. On that eventf1
 morning there sallied forth from or
 camp thirty picked men, accompanie by two citizens, one the brother of or ' captain who commanded, and the otht
 Charles Morgan, the latter thinking
 the scout extended to the army in forc he would gain the object of his visi
 The writer was one of the advance guar
 Give in number), and was ordered t
 make the pace lively until the detact ment resched Drainsville. This we die At 2 p. m. we had found nothing of in
 portance, and after halt of twent
 minutes, during which we baited ou
 horses, we were ordered by the com
 mander to follow the lead of our guid
 (Perkins by name). This we did, an
 soon found our little band travelling at
 rapid pace over the road made famou
 by the terrible battle of Drainsville, il which the ''Johnnies" were taught for ever to respect the Buektails of Penn syiVan1a. We were hurried by tn, nam command until finally, to main tam our distance in advance, we were compelled to let our horses run, It wal Wild ride, and as the shade of evening commenced to darken the road through the heavy timber, we began to wonder now 1t would all end. At last, after an. other half hours ride, we were saluted with the well-known command, "Haltl Who comes there 2''
 A quick response of "Friends!" was tn he answer, coupled with the question, What troups gard this road p
 The sentinel answered, " Pennsylva- nia,"
 Word was immediately sent to the command to shalt."
 The captain approached and repeated the question, ''What troops are you 2''
 The answer was again, 'Pennsyl- vania."
 He thereupon replied, "That's all right; we are a scouting party of Fed eral cavalry and wantto pass through to Centreville.
 Advance then one and make your self known"
 During all this time the writer had been seeking the guide, but he had fled. This fact induced the belief that there was something up, and it was proposed by him to the captain to cut away to the rear, and to save the command. The captain remarked that the road was held by Union troops and that it was all right, so he advanced to meet his fellow officers, as he supposed. After waiting three or four minutes the command was given by him to forward, and we moved slowly to the front. It was quite dark at this time, but those composing the advance could distinguish the captain in the act of handing his belt with sword and pistols to the rebel officer who commanded the guard. But few of our men realized what was being done, and perhaps it was we'll that they did not, for during the barley with the picket we had been entirely surrounded by force five times as great as ours.
 A march of 100 rods brought us to the intersection of the Leesburg Turn pike, confronting which, drawn up in line, was the Twelfth Virginia Cavalry, commanded by Colonel Burt. Filing to the left we rode until the rear of our command had placed itself parallel with the troops lining the road, when the command 'thaltl' rang out upon the evening air shrill and sharp.
 Dismount, you Yankees, andas give up your arms p was the next command. Our m n were dumb with astonishment, and not till they heard the clicking of cooking reyolvers did they understand thet our captain had surrendered his command. After being dismounted, we were searched for pocket revolvers, but nothing in the way of valuables or money was disturbed. We were array ed in line by the side of the road, wait ing the coming of the capturing officer. The writer had looked the men oyer and found that all were present but his friend Charles Morgan. The latter, previous to starting from camp, had been admonished in case of trouble to keep out of harms way, and we were glad when we thought he had escaped. Presently, however, file of men ap- preached, and in their midst the tall form of Morgan appeared. He was hatiezs, and pale as death, but no trenor shook his slender frame. He was brought before Colonel Burt, who was directly in our front, and question ed as to who he was, how he came there, etc. He answered that he was a sol dier of the Tenth New York Cavalry, and that he came out with the party just captured. At this juncture, the Colonel was informed that one of his men had been found dead in the vicinity of where Morgan was captured. At this his rage knew no bounds. He accused Morgan of committing the deed, and, drawing his sabre, threatened to sever his head from his body. Morgan never moved a hairs breadth, but coolly denied the accusation. Then the Colonel discover ed, by light of lantern brought by one of his men that Morgan wore citi- zen's pants. Immediately he appealed to Captain Pratt.
 "Do you know this man? Is he 8 soldier in your regiment ?"
 "No, sir don't think I ever saw the man before," replied the Captain.
 Is not your regiment fully equipped and clothed ?"
 Yes, sir" answered Pratt.
 "Then how comes it that I find this