caping with only a small remnant of
his command.

On the morning of the 4th of September, 1864, the end came. General Morgan
was slain in battle at Greenville, East Tennessee. Calhoun mourned him as
a father, when he heard of his death. It was long months afterwards before
he heard the full particulars, and then they were told him by an officer
who was with the General on that fatal morning.

"We marched into Greenville," said the officer, "and took possession of
the place on the afternoon of the 3d. There was a small company of Yankees
within four miles of us, but there was no considerable body of Yankees
nearer than Bull's Gap, sixteen miles away. The General established his
headquarters at the house of a Mrs. Williams, the finest house in the
little city.

"In the evening a furious storm arose and continued most all night. The
rain fell in torrents. The lightning flashed incessantly, and there was a
continual crash of thunder. It seemed impossible that troops could move in
such a storm, and we felt perfectly safe.

"But there were traitors in Greenville, and they carried the news to the
little company of Yankees four miles away that Morgan was in the city, and
told at what house he lodged. Two daring young cavalrymen volunteered to
carry the news to General Gillem at Bull's Gap. Talk about the ride of
Paul Revere, compared to the ride of those two Yankees! Buffeted by wind
and rain, one moment in a glaring light and the next in pitch darkness,
with the thunder crashing overhead, in spite of wind and rain, those two
cavalrymen rode the sixteen miles by midnight.

"The command was aroused. What if the rain did pour and the elements
warred with each other? Morgan was the prize, and by daylight Gillem's
soldiers had reached Greenville. So complete was the surprise that the
house in which the General slept was surrounded before the alarm was
given. Then thinking only of joining his men, the General leaped out of
bed, and without waiting to dress, seized his sword and dashed out of the
house, seeking to escape by the way of the garden. But he was seen by a
soldier and shot dead. The news that Morgan was killed seemed to go
through the air. It was known in an incredibly short time by both sides.

"Now," said the officer, "occurred one of the most singular circumstances
I know of during the war. There was no flag of truce, no orders to cease
firing, yet the firing ceased. The Confederates gathered together, and
marched