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er-in-law had defrauded him of his share 
in the family estate. He tried to return 
the money he had collected, but the do- 
nators would not take it back, but ad- 
vised him to keep it. He invested the 
money in a factory making fine-cut chew- 
ing tobacco, which appeared to be doing 
well. He was the sales manager, and 
while on a selling trip his partner sold 
out the concern, collected what money he 
could and decamped for parts unknown. 
Completely discouraged he made his way 
to New York City, where he was mana- 
ger and steward for a southern club. He 
acknowledged that he might have done 
better if he had followed my advice, but 
he had no regrets to offer. He did his 
duty as he saw it, and was proud to 
think he had done his best in a lost 
cause. I had a good dinner at his club, 
where we exchanged experiences. I 
never saw him again. He informed me 
that our old comrade Andrew was killed 
at Chancellorsville, and that Robert, a 
captain in the Union Volunteers, was 
killed at Gettysburg. We had a sad 
parting. He refused to go west with 
me, and died a few years later. Poor 
Johnnie. 
S OON after General Robert E. Lee 
surrendered his small army of less 
than thirty thousand troops to Gen- 
eral Grant, under the Appomattox apple 
tree, on April 9, 1865. I returned to 
Cincinnati and re-opened my old office. 
For several days I noticed a squad of 
soldiers, with a prisoner, passing my of- 
fice. It seemed to me that I had seen 
the prisoner somewhere before, but could 
not recall the time or place. One day he 
stepped into the office while the guard re- 
mained outside. As soon as he removed 
his hat and spoke I recognized him as 
the officer with the red fez in the Morgan 
fight at Cynthiana. I said as much to 
him, when he exclaimed: 
“My word! Were you there? It was 
the hottest scrimmage I was ever in; I 
was hit four times!” 
“Possibly you were winged by me, for 
I shot four loads of buckshot at you as 
you galloped furiously through the 
streets,” I remarked sententiously. 
He then told me that he was an Eng- 
lishman, a soldier of fortune, had been 
an officer in the Turkish army, and had 
been in several revolutions in South 
America and was sixty years old. He 
said he was being confined in McLean 
Barracks, which was very damp, caus- 
ing a recurrence of his chronic rheuma- 
tism, and wished me to prescribe for him. 
I gave him a prescription to be filled at 
the drug store at the corner, remarking: 
“These pills are not so drastic as those 
leaden ones I gave you at Cynthiana, but 
they are more suited to your present 
condition,” but lacking humor, he could 
not see the joke. 
A few days later he called again, and 
said he was much better, and thought he 
would be entirely well in a few days, 
when he hoped to be acquitted. He was 
quite garrulous. His name, he said, was 
Colonel St. George Leger Grenfell, and 
he was being tried before Judge- Advo- 
cate Holt for being concerned in a con- 
spiracy to effect the escape of the Con- 
federate prisoners from Camp Douglas, 
near Chicago; but he was as innocent of 
the charge as an unborn babe. 
He volunteered the information that 
when he saw that the cause of the Con- 
federacy was a lost one, he got out in 
good time, went to Washington City and 
divulged to the Government all that he 
knew of the Confederate plans. He then 
went to St. Louis, he said, where he met 
General Marmaduke, and they were mak- 
ing arrangements for a buffalo hunt on 
the plains when they were arrested in 
connection with the Chicago conspiracy, 
of which he again assured me he was 
entirely innocent. I could not forbear 
saying: 
“I believe you are guilty. A man who 
would desert his cause at the last minute, 
and deliberately give it away to the en- 
emy is unworthy of belief. I almost wish 
that my buckshot at Cynthiana had been 
more effective.” 
He seemed quite angry, got up in a 
huff and said: 
“My word! If your advice and medi- 
cine are no better than your sympathy, 
sir, I want no more of them!” and 
stalked out, but forgot to pay his bill. 
I was glad to be rid of him at any price. 
He was convicted of the charge for 
which he was tried, and sent to the penal 
station at the Dry Tortugas in Florida. 
During the winter of 1889-90 I had 
charge of a scientific expedition to the 
Gulf Coast of Florida with the U. S. F. 
C. Schooner Grampus. I had occasion 
to visit the Dry Tortugas group of keys, 
and one day at Gardiner Key I strolled 
through Fort Jefferson. I saw the cell 
or room in which Colonel St. George Le- 
ger Grenfell had been confined, the walls 
of which had been liberally decorated 
with his name and certain sentiments 
and outpouring of his pent-up spirit. 
I also saw the cell in which Doctor 
Mudd, of Maryland, had been confined 
for setting the fractured leg of Jack 
Booth after he had assasinated Presi- 
dent Lincoln. The unjust punishment of 
Dr. Mudd was a cruel, shameful and 
scandalous act, a travesty of justice, per- 
petrated on an innocent man, who had 
simply performed his professional duty 
as a physician, and emulated the exam- 
ple of the Good Samaritan in the cause 
of suffering humanity. It was a vile po- 
litical act, unworthy the sanction of a 
victorious nation. 
SKINNING AND STRETCHING FURS 
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Remove skins from stretchers when 
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