On General Morgan’s last raid into the State, I joined a small portion
of his forces near Mount Sterling, having made my way to them alone on
horseback from Boone County. By the way, I got my horse—borrowed it,
of course—from the enemy. There were a lot of Government horses in the
neighborhood where I was at work. On reaching Virginia, in June, 1864,
I attached myself temporarily to Capt. James E. Cantrill’s battalion,
which was a remnant of Gen. Morgan’s old command, with which I remained
until the following October, when after the defeat of Gen. Burbridge at
the battle of Saltville I got with my old regiment, commanded by Col.
Breckinridge then forming a part of Gen. John S. Williams’ Brigade.
Meantime Gen. Morgan was killed at Greenville, Tenn., on September 4,
1864, where I was present as a member of Cantrill’s battalion (under
the command of Gen. Duke, who had been exchanged), and a few days later
was one of those who went, with a flag of truce, to recover his dead
body, which was sent to Richmond, Va., for burial. After the war it
was disinterred and brought to Lexington, Ky., whose beautiful cemetery
is its last resting place. In that city in later years, as you know, a
magnificent and life-like equestrian monument to our beloved General’s
memory was dedicated in the presence of a vast throng of people,
including many survivors of his old command.