lhoun's
heart thrilled as he once more breathed the air of his native state. He
felt like a new being, yet he knew that it was hundreds of miles to
safety. They must steal through the states of Kentucky and Tennessee like
hunted beasts, for the enemy was everywhere. But friends there were,
too--friends as true as steel. And hardly had they set foot in Kentucky
before they found such a friend, one who took them in, fed them, and
protected them. He gave them horses, and sent them on their way. Slowly
they made their way through the state, travelling all night, sent from the
house of one friend to that of another. At last they reached the
Cumberland River near Burkesville, where they had crossed it at the
beginning of their raid. To Calhoun it seemed that years had passed since
then, so much had happened.

On entering Tennessee, their dangers thickened. They did not know friend
from foe. On entering a house they did not know whether they would be
protected or betrayed. The country was swarming with Federal cavalry. It
was rumored that Morgan was in the country making his way south, and every
officer was eager to add to his laurels by capturing him. In the mountains
Morgan and Calhoun met a party of forty or fifty Confederates who were
making their way to the Confederate lines. In the party were a number of
Morgan's old men, who hailed their chief with the wildest delight. Morgan
assumed command of them. But few of the party were mounted, consequently
their progress was slow and their dangers were augmented.

All went well until the Tennessee River was reached, a few miles below
Kingston. The river was high and there was no means of crossing. A rude
raft was constructed, and with the horses swimming, they commenced
crossing. When about half were across a company of Federal cavalry
appeared and attacked those who were still on the northern bank. On the
frail raft, Morgan started to push across to their aid.

"Are you crazy, General," cried Calhoun; "you can do no good, and will
only be killed or captured. See, the men have scattered already, and are
taking to the woods and mountains."

It was true, and Morgan reluctantly rode away. He had the satisfaction
afterwards of learning that most of the men escaped.

The next day was the last day that Calhoun ever rode with Morgan, but
little did he realize it at the time. Along in the afternoon they became
aware of the close proximity of a squadron of Federal cavalry. Morgan and