Treating Them According to their Sympathies²

    During one of the raids of John Morgan, an interesting incident occurred at Salem, Indiana. Some of his men proceeded out west of the town to burn the bridges and water-tank on the railroad. On the way out they captured a couple of persons living in the country, one of whom was a Quaker. The Quaker strongly objected to being made a prisoner. Secesh wanted to know if he was not strongly opposed to the South? "Thee is right," said the Quaker, " I am." " Well, did you vote for Lincoln?" "Thee is right; I did  vote for Abraham," was the calm reply.

    "Well, what are you?"

    "Thee may naturally suppose that I am a Union man. Cannot thee let me go to my home?"

    "Yes, yes; go and take care of the old woman," was the welcome answer.

    The other prisoner was trotted along with them, but not relishing the summary manner in which the Quaker was disposed of, he said:

    "What do you let him go for? He is a black abolitionist. Now, look here; I voted for Breckinridge, and have always been opposed to the war. I am opposed to fighting the South, decidedly."

    "You are," said Secesh; "you are what they call around here a Copperhead, an't you?

    "Yes, yes," said the Butternut, propitiatingly; "that's what all my neighbors call me, and they know I ain't with them."

    "Come here Dave!" hallooed Secesh. "Here's a Butternut. Just come and look at him. Look here, old man, where do you live? We want what horses you have got to spare, and if you have got any greenbacks, just shell 'em out!" and they took all he had.