he lips of every rebel and Yankee in the middle
South. In June, provost-marshals were appointed in every county in
Kentucky; the dogs of war began to be turned locals on the "secesh
sympathizers" throughout the State, and Jerome Conners, overseer, began
to render sly service to the Union cause.

For it was in June that Morgan paid his first memorable little visit to
the Bluegrass, and Daniel Dean wrote his brother Harry the short tale
of the raid.

"We left Dixie with nine hundred men," the letter ran, "and got back in
twenty-four days with twelve hundred. Travelled over one thousand
miles, captured seventeen towns, destroyed all Government supplies and
arms in them, scattered fifteen hundred Home Guards, and paroled twelve
hundred regular troops. Lost of the original nine hundred, in killed,
wounded, and missing, about ninety men. How's that? We kept twenty
thousand men busy guarding Government posts or chasing us, and we're
going back often. Oh Harry, I AM glad that you are with Grant."

But Harry was not with Grant--not now. While Morgan was marching up
from Dixie to help Kirby Smith in the last great effort that the
Confederacy was about to make to win Kentucky--down from the yellow
river marched the Fourth Ohio Cavalry to go into camp at Lexington; and
with it marched Chadwick Buford and Harry Dean who, too, were veterans
now--who, too, were going home. Both lads wore a second lieutenant's
empty shoulder-straps, which both yet meant to fill with bars, but
Chad's promotion had not come as swiftly as Harry had predicted; the
Captain, whose displeasure he had incurred, prevented that. It had
come, in time, however, and with one leap he had landed, after Shiloh,
at Harry's side. In the beginning, young Dean had wanted to go to the
Army of the Potomac, as did Chad, but one quiet word from the taciturn
colonel with the stubbly reddish-brown beard and the perpetual black
cigar kept both where they were.

"Though," said Grant to Chad, as his eye ran over beautiful Dixie from
tip of nose to tip of tail, and came back to Chad, slightly twinkling,
"I've a great notion to put you in the infantry just to get hold of
that horse."

So it was no queer turn of fate that had soon sent both the lads to
help hold Zollicoffer at Cumberland Gap, that stopped them at Camp Dick
Robinson to join forces with Wolford's cavalry, and brought Chad face
to face with an old friend. Wolford's cavalry was gathered from the
mountains and the