He participated in hundreds of exciting episodes and adventures of those days. One of the most romantic occurred while he was marching with Morgan in Indiana. Stopping in the small town of Dupont, he and some other troopers begged a drink of water from a young girl. As they departed private Snook called back, "goodbye little girl we'll see you later."

He kept his word, for soon after the war he returned and was married to the girl -- Miss Josephine Mayfield, a daughter of Frank Mayfield, and a sister of Mrs. George Mayfield of Madison.

It was from the Mayfield' smoke house that a large number of hams was taken.

While at Dupont, Morgan's Men did not remain quietly in camp. Many of them scattered out and visited the surrounding farms where they helped themselves to the hay and corn of the farmers. They went inside of the houses demanding food of the women and compelled them to cook it. The brick house on a road seven one half mile south of Dupont was where the Rawlin family lived. Bands of men throughout the entire day rode up and compelled Mrs. Rawlings to cook for them. Eventually the flour barrel was empty so she quit cooking.

Mr. Rawlings had a very fine black mare, which he knew he would lose if he did not hide her. He knew if he hid her in the barn she would be found. He thought of his large cellar under his house with an outside entrance. He hid the black mare in it. While the men feasted in the kitchen, over the black mare, Mrs. Rawlings was worried that the mare would make some noise and let the soldiers know where she was hid; but she did not. Eventually the men left. Mr. Rawlings kept the black mare many years afterwards.

When it became known that Morgan's men were in Dupont, many of the surrounding farmers left their work and came to town to see the Confederates. The town was full of citizens as well as soldiers. A man by the name of Wildman put spurs to his horse and dashed down the street. An officer gave the command to fire. Some citizen called out not to fire. The soldiers did not fire immediately until they received a second command from the officer. By that time, Wildman was out of range. He was not hurt and rode away in safety, risking his life to save that of his horse."

In the meantime, a Confederate soldier chopped down a telegraph pole and cut the wire. The Confederates also went south of Dupont and burned Big Creek Bridge and burned Graham Creek Bridge to the north of the town. The empty freight cars on the siding were burned as well as the depot.

Along about six o'clock in the afternoon Morgan's main body of men arrived. His headquarters were at the home of Thomas Stout. The women folks were kept all night cooking for the hungry and weary soldiers.

The confederates broke into Mr. Mayfield's smoke house and stole a large number of hams. They also looted his general store of a large amount of goods. Morgan picked up all the horses possible to replace his worn out mounts. The women, children and citizens were not molested.

Morgan left Dupont Sunday July 12, 1863 immediately after noon. Hobson, with four thousand men were on his trail early Monday morning, July 13. What horses Morgan failed to take Hobson took. Jefferson County later received about

$40,000 for the property taken by Hobson's men. Morgan had scouting parties eight or ten miles north and eight or ten miles south of Dupont. Rumor states they were as far south as north Madison.

Thus, Morgan flashed through southern Indiana like a meteorite across the horizon. The people were gasping with astonishment at the rapidity of his movements. Over two hundred miles in five days! This was drama enacted before the eyes of the people. He became almost a legendary character; gallant, dashing, aristocratic, fearless. A vivid personality that set the teeth of southern Indiana on edge; today just reminiscence.

She had seen the Home Guards march valiantly out the Michigan Road to protect Madison. My father followed with a spring wagon load of supplies donated by the patriotic women of Fairmount, in fact, their Sunday dinners, solicited by Hattie Sering and Alice Hite, two young ladies of the hill. As she saw him go she threw up her hands and cried, 'There goes my last son to the war.' I often wondered what the Home Guard would have done if Morgan had come. Would they have been able to defeat him?

Homer Sering and John Cravens went riding out, as scouts, to find him. They found him at Dupont and were shot at but escaped. John Morgan took a different route. I think he went from Dupont along Big Creek. I have heard the farmers along Big Creek tell of the hams they found along the road. He had raided the Mayfield pork house in Dupont. They cut out what they wanted from a ham and threw the rest away.

I also heard Mr. Lloyd, farmer on Big Creek, tell of hiding a very fine young horse in the deep woods and leaving his two old work horses in the barn yard, hoping they would satisfy the rebels. But he said, 'That silly colt, when he heard the rebel horses, commenced such a whinnying he could be heard for miles.' They found him.

They made a mistake in not returning across the river from the Indiana side. The Ohio people had time to rally strong forces to defeat him and took him prisoner. Those were stirring times. Feelings were bitter in those days.

Two summers ago I spent five months in the south, met the daughters of John Morgan. One of them told me she had no hard feelings toward the north. I did not hear any bitter words of hate from anyone, although I was in the vicinity of many battlegrounds. I visited Lookout Mountain, Missionary Ridge, Murfreesboro, etc., where there are thousands of graves of veterans."

That July morning was very foggy, Mr. Johnson was plowing corn when he heard the clump clump of horses feet in the distance. His first thought was of Morgan, so leaving his work he went to the fence where he first saw the gray uniforms of the Confederates coming into view. He then put his horse in the barn and started to his father's home a mile away to warn them to hide their horse. This was the last time he ever saw his old gray mare as Mr. John said. "You can imagine the thrill to a boy of sixteen summers. The temptation was so strong to see the horses that I hurried across the field to the Old Paris Rroad, dropping my shoes, I stood on the topmost rail on that July morning in my bare feet and heard the jangle and clanking of arms. The gray figures of Morgan's men appeared out of the distance. They showed the strain of a hurried and harassed march; both men and beast were weary. Four of the men stopped before me perched on the fence and said, 'Son take these canteen and fill them with water'. I didn't refuse but hurried across the road to Mr. Alexander's Robinson's well where two or three other boys were drawing water for the Raider's men with a windlass. The well was wide and only about nine feet deep. As soon as I filled my canteens, I passed them among the men and kept returning for more water until the well was dry. After this short period of service we were mustered out; and Morgan, the raider, with his men went their way with their jangling and clanking of arms to disappear in the horizon toward old Paris."

There were some three thousand soldiers in the Confederate Cavalry. They were gentlemanly and represented the best manhood of Kentucky and their native states. Of course, in war and in that large a crowd, there would be some unpleasant things, but on the whole, the men were polite. Whenever they saw a horse they wanted they exchanged their worn out horse for it usually with the suggestion of "Let's Swap, I think you can plow all right with this horse". Many of the horses left were really better than the ones taken but were worn out and many had sore backs.

Mr. Johnson's father was riding along with Mr. Buckston, a Southern sympathizer who had a valuable horse, when the leader said, "I'll need your horse," then fingering Mr. Buckston's gold watch chain which extended across his waist, he said, "I can also relieve you of this watch and chain." With as good a grace as he could muster for he belonged to the Knights of the Golden Circle, Mr. Buckston crawled from his horse and meekly handed over his watch.

The same evening Hobson's men came through the country hard on Morgan's tracks. In his band there were five thousand Union men. They foraged off the main road in small groups for two or three miles. They drove down the land to Mr. Johnson's home; as they reached the gate to the yard, they halted and drew their guns. The memory of those armed soldiers was still very vivid to Mr. Johnson. For awhile the family was very frightened with so many guns pointing directly at the house. Mrs. Johnson had done considerable baking for Sunday, among the things were several pies, a large corn pone which was several inches in diameter and very deep, all of these were crammed into a sack by Hobson's men. To bake these pones, hot coals were raked in front of the fireplaces, the dough placed in an oven or run with a tight cover and red-hot coals placed on top of it. This broad was much better two or three days after it was baked.

There was no difference in the foraging of the two armies, but if Hobson took a horse, he left a note, which was redeemed by the governmrnt after the war.

When Mr. Johnson was watching the Morgan men pass by, he was attracted noticeably by a white horse with spots on it as large as your hand; he was asked, "Do you know that horse?" "Yes, I think it belongs to Mr. Hardy who lives down the road," he answered.

"Well. I don't know whom it belongs to. I didn't see the owner when I got it out of the stables", answered the Confederate.