Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1891-06-11
THE SLAYER OF MORGAN.
Robert Fry's story OF the killing of the
Famous Guerrilla Chief

Robert Fry's story of the killing of the
Famous Guerrilla Chief.
On the banks of the Licking river Just
south of the outskirts of Newport. XIV.
IN little red shanty-boat, live Robert
Fry and his wife, writes Cincinnati
correspondent For more than two
years they have dwelt in their river
home in the most squalid poverty.
Their only companion is a little black
pup with four white feet. They man
age TO subsist upon table scraps gath
cred during the day by Mrs. Fry The
latter is a notwithstanding creature,
with short shaggy black hair, which
hangs in masses around her neck and
shoulders. Little black eyes, set far
back in her head, and a sharp, protrud-
ing chin and toothless mouth, give her
the appearance of one of the witches IN
Shakspeare's Macbeth"
Nine months ont Of the year She runs
barefoOted, ana She is never without
pipe in her mouth In personal appear
ance the man IS much more attractive
than his wife. His HAIR is white as
snow, and stands In disheyeled mass
all over his head ears and neck II is
kept back from his ears 10y red ban
danna handkerchief Under his chin
and around his neck IS heavy muller
of coarse white hair.
And this man is none other than the
slayer Of Gen. John Morgan the great
confederate cavalryman. At Green
vile, Tenn. on the 9Th of September,
1864. he fired the shot that ended the
career of the famous guerrilla-the
man who, on his northern raid. terror
lied the residents Of southern Ohio
and Indiana. The story of Morgan's
death is best told in old man Fry's own
words:
Il was worth almost So, 600 when the
war broke out, he said Born and
raised in the north, my heart was with
the union, and ] joined Capt Feigle's
company OF sharpshooters. We were
camped fifteen miles from Greenville.
when one night shortly after II o'clock
young lady mounted on a thoroughbred
dashed into camp, and revealed to us
the hiding place of Gen. John slorgan.
She said that he was at the mansion of
Mrs. Williams, where he was being en-
tanned in royal style. The young lady
turned out to be Mrs. Williams daugh-
ter-in-law. She was staunch Union
woman. She volunteered to lead us to
the place. and lead us she did 4 company
of picked men was made up and it was
still dark when we left for Greenville
Arriving in sight of the house where
Morgan was stopping. the young lady
pointed Il out to vs. and then for safetys
sake she started back to our camp, for
she knew she never would be received
at the Williams house again. We sur
rounded the Williams mansion Nor
gan got word that we had discovered
his whereabouts and endeavored to
make his escape through little garden
in the rear of the premises. That's a
woman" said the lieutenant, don't
shoot Curse the woman, said !,
and raised my rifle and banged away
The object fell dead, and when we got
up close to it we found it to be Gen.
Morgan. He was in his shirt sleeves.
My bullet had passed through his heart.
One of the men picked up the body,
tossed it across his saddle and carried it
out to our camp. 1t was afterward turned
over to the confederdtes. Chicago