The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1888-07-30
JOHN MORGAN'S SLAYER.
Old Robert Fry Tells How He Sent q Bullet
Through the Raiders Heart.

Through the Raiders Heart.
Cincinnati SPECIAL to Pittsburg Commercial.
On the banks of the Licking river, Just south
OF the outskirts OF Newport, in a little red shan
ty boat, live Robert Fry and his wife. For moro
than two years they have dwelt In this riyer-home
in the most squalid poverty. Their only compaion
is q little black pup with four white feet They
manage to suosist upon table scraps gathered
during the day by Mrs. Fry. The latter is q
horrible looking creature, with short. shaggy,
black hair, which hangs 10 masses about her
neck and shoulders. Little black eyes, set far
back in her head, and a sharp, protruding chin
and toothless mouth. give her the appearance of
one of the witchesi In Shakspeares Macbeth"
Nine months out of the twelve she runs bare
footed and she Is never without a pipe in her
mouth. In personal appearance the man Is
much more attractive than his wife. His hair is
as white as snow aud stands in a disheveled
mass all over his head. ears and neck. 1t is
kept back from his ears by a red bandapna ksr.
chief. Under his chin and around his neck Is a
heavy muller OF coarse. white hair.
And this man is none other than the slayer Of
Gen. John A Morgan, the great confederate
cavalryman. At Greenv lille, Tenn, on the 4th
of September. 1868. he fred the shot that ended
the career of the famous rebel guerilla-the
man who. on his Northern raid, terrorized the
residents OF southern Ohio and Indiana The
story of Mcreauis death is best told in old man
Fry's Own words:
81 was worth almost SO, coo when thelwar
OfOho O1h no ehNu- DOEu EalSou II the
North, my heart was with the Union and |
joined Captain Fieeles company of sharp
shooters. We were camped fifteen
miles from Greenville. when one night
shortly after IL o'clock a young lady,
mounted on q thoroughbred horse, dashed into
camp and revealed 10 rs the hiding place Of Gen.
John Morgan. She said that he was at the
mansion OF Mrs. Williams. where he was enter.
tanned in royal style. The young lady turned
out to be Mrs. Willisms's daughter-in-law. She
was q stanch Union woman. She volunteered
to lead us to the place, and lead Us she did. A
company of picked men was made up and il was
still dark when we left for Greenville. Arriving
in sight of the house where Morgan was stop.
ping. the young lady pointed it out to us
and then for safetys sake she started back TO
our camp, for she knew she never would be re-
ceived at the Williams house again. We sur
rounded the Williams mansion. Morgan got
word that we had discovered his whereabouts
and endeavored TO make his escape through q
little garden in the rear OF the premises.
That's Q woman said the lieutenant; don't
shoot Damn the woman. said /. and l raised
my rife and banged away. The object fell dead
and when we got up close to it We found it 70 be
General Morgan. He was in his shirt sleeves.
My bullet had passed through lis heart One
of the men picked up the body. tossed IL across
his saddle and carried IL into Damp. IL was AZ.
forwards turned over to the confederates.P