The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1904-03-30

the indianapolis military prison in
April, 1863.
To sa, that he was zone of Nor
gan Is men presents to the imagina-
,ion the picture Of stalwart Ken
tucky trooper, which Crozicr was not.
On the contrary he was a rather boy
!sh looking Texan for his % years Of
age. BARELY five feet, eight inches in
height, slender, with fair complexion
and dark brown hair, he had mild cx-
presslon OF countenance which, except
lor the stcely CLEAN of the steady blue
eyes, was not suggestive Of the bold
and determined character Of the cap
tlvc Confederate. Few would have
taken him to be what he really was,
one of the most daring Of Morgan
intrepid raiders, one, moreover, who
had been early seasoned in arms as
an Indian fighter on the border, under
Gen. Ross, just before the outbreak Of
the civil war. Especially did he ap,
pear now, at the end Of nearly two
years imprisonment and i'll treatment,
harmless creature. "Almost starved
so DEATH as he wrote his family,
sick and pitifully thin he had hardly
the strength to button his faded gray
jacket and walk out Of the prison gates
that had been thrown open by the
surrender at Appomattox. The type
of thousands who, 10 himself, had
fought for a principle with all his
might and lost, he faced about and
began to consider, in dazcd sort Of
way, how he was to reach home. All,
the Galveston home with its sunshine
and flowers and it's bountiful board,
should he ever see it again? How
clearly he remembered the patriotic
cxaltation of spirit in which he had
left ito join Good Light Artillery at
Dallas in 1861. Well, too, he remem-
bered the enthusiasm of his first great
battle at Elk Horn, (Pea Ridge) where
brave McCulluch FELL and the march
eastward to Corinth, where he was
transferred to the command of Gen.
Cans, as we'll az the reckless ardor with
which he had refused to return TO
Texas when Cans was ordered back,
and had persisted in going forward TO
join John Morgan, where there is
more fighting"
Now ali was changed. There were
no drums and flies, no comrades, and
worst of all, no hope. 1t was long
way to walk back to Galveston, and he
was i'll. Yet the effort must be made.
For there alone might he fnd rest
from his utter weariness in the loving
ministrations of father, mother and
two dear sisters, and possibly q reun-
'lon with the five brave brothers, who,
like himself, had dedicated their all to
the South in tho beginning of the
crest conflict. By slow stages the re-
turn was begun. Three States in sue
,cession was crossed by the ragged,
Nfootsore Confederate. With the help
of sympathizing compatriots, many of
whom bad been left by the chances of
war almost as destitute as himself, he
painfully pursued his journey. In
the "Old North State" benevolent
doctor was his good Samaritan, nur-
sing him back to comparative health
by weeks of faithful care and enabling
him, with timely aid, to moke the rest
of the journey home by rail- On lcav-
dng tho kind doctor, with grateful
heart, he proceeded to Newberry, in
South Carolina. Here he was half
way home and his thoughts turned
with Increasing eagerness to the home
folks; for this was the native State Of
his mother, who came of hardy South
Carolina stock, but later knew to dare
the dangers Of the newer West and
brave the perils of surrounding saw.
ages in Alabama. From her he had
the traditional pioneer manhood that
made him the natural champion of the
defenceless, the instructive protector
of women against all that was brutal.
low. strong of coarse. From his Irish
eather he had the impulsive blood to
strike owiftly and freely for the
right.
During the night of Thursday, Sep
Nsember Z, he reached Newberry, ex-
pectiDg to make close connection with
tho soIth-bound train. In those dis.
: jointed reconstruction times travel
Twas not altogether safe for man,
= Eauoh less for a woman. Especially
'Sgas'this true in Newberry, where the
53rd regiment of U. s. negro troops,
: under Goa. Trowbridge, was enoamped
IN an adjoining grove. Therefore.