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Text for Page 084 [04-11-1861]

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	The Civil War begun.
Harbor in an attack upon Fort Sumter; how
the big guns were blazing away at Anderson and
he and his garrison responding to them.     It was
a dull, rainy night as, I walked homewards,
and at an little oyster-saloon at which I stop-
ped for a stew, the man roused himself from his
half-asleep condition to offer me the extra and
talk about the news, which will be history some-
day.     I wish I were there to see, after all;
the �Post� did an economically foolish thing in re-
calling me.             / Here�s news of an acquaintance:

[newspaper clipping]
	HOW THE FOOL DIETH.
  �The Mobile Advertiser gives the following as a
correct version of the duel at Fort McCrea, Florida,
between St. Clair Morgan, the young South Caro-
linian, and Mr. Storrs, the young Alabamian, late a
midshipman, U. S. N.:
  It seems that on the night of the duel the young men
with a number of comrades were off in a beat on a re-
connoitering party, near Fort Pickens.  Morgan, full
of reckless daring, proposed that they should land just
under the walls of Pickens to make what discoveries 
they could; but Storrs objected, saying that it would
expose them to almost certain capture, and the majori-
ty of the party sided with him.  But Morgan hot-tem-
pered and impatient, reproached Storrs with timidity.
A few words passed between them, and the boat put
back to the mainland.  When they had disembarked,
Storrs said to Morgan that he had intimated a doubt of
his courage, and as they had rifles, and the moon was
shining brightly, he could prove it.  Morgan responded
to this proposition with alacrity.  Twenty steps were
paced off, and at the first fire Morgan fell dangerously
wounded, the heavy ball of the Sharp�s rifle having
entered his right groin and ranged through and out of
the back part of the thigh.
  With reference to this case, a Charleston letter says:
  The account gives as the cause only a pretended 
one.  The real cause of it was as to the possession of a
bright mulatto girl.  This I know from the best au-
thority.  To avoid disgrace, however, the cause was
alleged.  It is astonishing how the infernal nigger
seems to be the cause and groundwork of all their
troubles and quarrels, social, religious, and national.
Why don�t they ship the nigger to Africa?  Echo
answers.  Why?
  Morgan was the man who fired at the Star of the
West.

[newspaper clipping]
  �A paragraph about the duel at Pensacola between
St. Clair Morgan and a young man of Alabama ap-
peared in THE TRIBUNE yesterday.  Morgan was
there spoken of as a native of South Carolina, but
he was a Tennessean, an ex-volunteer in the service
of the Palmetto State, and one never regarded as any
credit to it.  He left Charleston in January in conse-
quence of a fight with a New-Yorker, Capt. Amos
Colt, agent for the sale of Col. Colt�s arms; the quar-
rel being forced upon Colt by the Tennessean, who
accused Colt of being THE TRIBUNE�S correspondent
and struck him with a glove, when Colt incontinently
gave him a most deserved thrashing in the hall and
fronting the counter of the Charleston Hotel, some
fifty persons being spectators of the scene.  Something 
like a challenge passed subsequently, but nothing came
of it, and Morgan found so many cold South Carolina
shoulders turned upon him in consequence, that he
presently departed for Florida.  With respect to his
being the man who fired upon the Star of the West,
the statement may be true, or a bit of lying bragga-
docia.  There were many claimants to the honor in
Charleston, which was not generally assigned to St.
Clair Morgan.  His mother was once tried for whip-
ping a slave-girl to death.

[Gunn�s handwriting]
(From the �Tribune� of a
day after.)

[newspaper clipping]
  Mr. Morgan, who was wounded at Fort McRae,
becoming convalescent, and Dr. Hunter has no fear
but he will recover.               
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