Colonel Lyons.
Fort Donelson, June 6, 1863.—The cavalry started today—Major Bond’s expedition also, and it is very quiet here. I have been beset today by women whose husbands are in the guard-house—citizens. One complained that she had eight small children and nothing to eat. Her husband was caught taking a load of whisky South some time since. I promised to investigate the cases soon.
You recollect a Court-Martial at Fort Henry last winter, of which Lieutenant Warren was a member. They sentenced a private in Flood’s Battery to be shot. The sentence has just come back approved, with a direction to Colonel Lowe to execute it. As Colonel Lowe is named in the order I do not like to shoot the fellow without further orders. He is the worst desperado I ever saw. He is the fellow that used to break his fetters so often last winter, and once he escaped. He has slipped his handcuffs twenty-seven times and proposes to make it a round thirty before he gets through.
