Some anecdotes of the famous ride may here be fitly given. At one point on his ride through Indiana Morgan left the line of march with three hundred and fifty of his men to visit a small town, the main body marching on. Dashing into the place, he found a body of some three hundred home-guards, each with a good horse. They were dismounted and their horses tied to the fences. Their captain, a confiding individual, on the wrong side of sixty, looked with surprise at this irruption, and asked,—
"Whose company is this?"
"Wolford's cavalry," was the reply.
"What? Kentucky boys? Glad to see you. Where's Wolford?"
"There he sits," answered the man, pointing to Morgan, who was carelessly seated sideways on his horse. Walking up to Wolford,—as he thought him,—the Indiana captain saluted him,—
"Captain, how are you?"
"Bully; how are you? What are you going to do with all these men and horses?"
"Why, you see that horse-thieving John Morgan is in this part of the country, cutting up the deuce. Between you and me, captain, if he comes this way, we'll try and give him the best we've got in the shop."
"You'll find him hard to catch. We've been after him for fourteen days and can't see him at all," said Morgan.
"If our hosses would only stand fire we'd be all right."