"Yes, he does do a heap; but, Lor bress you, massa, gib de _debble_ his due; he don't do de half what de white folks say. You see dat tunnel, don't you?" said he, rolling the white of his eyes to the obliteration of all sight of the pupil. "Yes, I see it," I replied. "Well, sah! Massa Morgan had no more to do wid dat tunnel dan you do yourself. Morgan _warnt_ no way nigh dis place when dat was done; de folks what lib all round here was de _Morganses_ what do dat work; why, dey done toted rails for _free_ days, and packed 'em in dat tunnel, and we darkeys had to help 'em, and den dey set 'em on fire, and sich a cracklin' as you nebber heard, and in less dan a week ebbery body all over de country was a-tellin' about how as _John Morgan burnt de tunnel_." IMPUDENCE OF THE REBELS. "Here, sir, I've got an order for you," said an acknowledged well-known rebel citizen, as he entered the head-quarters of the General commanding the Third Brigade of the First Division of the Ohio. From the pompous manner of the Tennesseean, the General didn't know, for a moment, but that he was about being ordered under arrest by the citizen. The General merely replied in his usual style: "The hell you have, sir! Who is it from?" "From General Fry, sir." "Ah! let me see it." The order was produced. It requested the General not to allow too much of any one man's stock of corn to be taken. The General read the _request_, and instantly inquired of the Tennesseean: "Are you a Union man?" and as instantly received the reply of "No, sir, I am not." "Then, G----d d----n you, sir, how dare you have the impudence to come within my lines?" The Tennesseean, seeing he had a man of the pure grit to deal with, shook slightly in his boots, and did not put on so much "style," and was about to explain something, when the General interrupted him with a quick order to leave forthwith, or he would have a dozen bayonets in his rear "d----n quick." "But, General, how shall I get out of camp? Won't you _please_ give me a pass?" "Me give a pass to a rebel! No, sir. How did you get within my lines?" "Why, sir, I just walked straight in." "Well, sir, you can just walk straight out, and if ever I see you inside my lines again, I'll have you sent where you belong; and, after this, when you have any 'order' for me, if it is from General Halleck, 'or any other man,' don't you dare to bring it, but _send_ it in to me, or you will rue the day." A PATHETIC APPEAL. I found the following "pathetic" appeal from the women of New Orleans. It was laid carefully by, with a lock of hair, bearing the inscription, "To Mary Looker, from her cousin Jane. Please send this appeal to all our male friends around Gallatin." "AN APPEAL FROM THE WOMEN OF NEW ORLEANS. "To every Soldier: