The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1888-07-29
JOHN MORGAN's SLAYER.
Old Robert Fry Tells How He Sent a Bullet
Through The Raider.a Heart

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Through the Raiders Heart.
Cincinnati SPECIAL to PIttsturg 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 more
than two years they have dwell in this riyer-home
In the most equalid poverty. Their only compaion
is q little black pup with four white feet. They
manage to subsist upon table scraps gathered
during the day by Mrs. Fry. The latter is a
horrible looking creature, with short. shaggy,
black hair, which hangs in masses about her
neck and shoulders. Little black ewes, set far
back in her head, and a sharp, protruding chin
and toothless mouth. give her the appearance of
one of the witchess in Shakspeares Macbeth"
Nine months out Of the twelve she runs bare
footed and she is never without q 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 LIN Q disheveled
mass all over his head. ears and neck It 10
kept back from his ears by q red bandanna kerr
chief. Under bis chin and around his neck il O
heavy muller OF coarse, white hair
And this man is none other than the slayer Of
Gen. John a Morgan. the great confederate
cavalry man. At Greenv lille, Tenn, on the Attn
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 Mcrean's death is best told in old maI
Fry's own words:
81 was worth almost SO, 900 when the,war
broke OUT he said. Born and raised | the
North. my heart was with the Union and 1
joined Captain Fiegles company OF sharp
shooters. We were camped fifteen
miles from Greenville. when ore night
shortly after II o'clock q young lady,
mounted on a thoroughbred horse, dashed into
camp and revealed to rs the hiding place Of Gen.
John Morgan. Shs saii that be was at the
mansion o; Mrs. Williams. where he was enter
tanned in royal style. The young lady turned
out to be Mira. Williamss daughser-inlaw. She
was q stanch Union woman. She volunteered
to lead rs TO the place, aud lead US she did. A
company OF picked men vas made up aod j. WAS
still dark when We left for Greenville. Arriving
in sight of the house where Morgan was stop
ping. the young lady pointed il out TO us
and then for safety's sake che started back to
our camp. for she knew she never would be re-
ceived At the Williams house again. We eur
rounded the Williams mansion. Morgan got
word that We had discovered his whereabouts
and endeavored TO make his escape through a
little garden In the rear of the premises
That's woman said tho lieutenant: don't
shoot Damn the woman, sald i. and | raised
my rife and banged away. The object fell dead
and when we got Up close to il We found il 20 be
General Morgan. He was in his SHIRT sleeves.
My bullet had passed through h.s teart. One
of the men picked up the body. tossed il across
his saddle and carried IL into Damp. IL was az
forwards turned over 10 the contederates'