His reply was: "They have caught him.

The poor fellow is dead." His surmise proved correct; for news soon came that the poor boy had been captured at his father's house, and hanged.

The blow to Card was a severe one, and so hardened his heart against the guerrillas in the neighborhood of his father's home--for he knew they were guilty of his brother's murder--that it was with difficulty I could persuade him to continue in the employment of the Government, so determined was he to avenge his brother's death at the first opportunity.

Finally, however, I succeeded in quieting the almost uncontrollable rage that seemed to possess him, and he remained with me during the Tullahoma and Chickamauga campaigns; but when we reached Knoxville the next winter, he took his departure, informing me that he was going for the bushwhackers who had killed his brother.

A short time after he left me, I saw him at the head of about thirty well-armed East Tennesseeans--refugees.