During one of the raids of John Morgan,
an interesting incident occurred at Salem, Indiana. Some of his men proceeded
out west of the town to burn the bridges and water-tank on the railroad. On
the way out they captured a couple of persons living in the country, one of
whom was a Quaker. The Quaker strongly objected to being made
Secesh wanted to know if he was not strongly opposed to the South? "Thee is
right," said the Quaker, " I am." " Well, did you vote for Lincoln?" "Thee is
right; I did vote for Abraham," was the calm reply.
"Well, what are you?"
"Thee may naturally suppose that I am a
Union man. Cannot thee let me go to my home?"
"Yes, yes; go and take care of the old
woman," was the welcome answer.
The other prisoner was trotted along
with them, but not relishing the summary manner in which the Quaker was
disposed of, he said:
"What do you let him go for? He is a
black abolitionist. Now, look here; I voted for Breckinridge, and have always
been opposed to the war. I am opposed to fighting the South, decidedly."
"You are," said Secesh; "you are what
they call around here a Copperhead, an't you?
"Yes, yes," said the Butternut,
propitiatingly; "that's what all my neighbors call me, and they know I ain't
"Come here Dave!" hallooed Secesh.
"Here's a Butternut. Just come and look at him. Look here, old man, where do
you live? We want what horses you have got to spare, and if you have got any
greenbacks, just shell 'em out!" and they took all he had.