And left the old flag floating free
O'er the bravest heart in Tennessee
To wave in loyal splendor there
Upon that treason-tainted air,
Until the rebel rule was o'er
And Nashville town was ours once more.
Came the day when Fort Donelson
Fell, and the rebel reign was done;
And into Nashville
Marched with a hundred thousand men,
With waving flags and rolling drums
Past the heroine's house he comes;
He checked his steed and bared his head,
salute that flag,” he said;
“And cheer, boys, cheer!-give three times three
For the bravest woman in Tennessee
One of Logan's men.
At Fort Donelson
a young man, attached to the Thirty-first Regiment of Illinois Volunteers (Colonel John A. Logan
), received a musket-shot wound in the right thigh, the ball passing through the intervening flesh, and lodging in the left thigh.
The boy repaired to the rear and applied to the doctor to dress his wound.
He, however, manifested a peculiar reserve in the matter, requesting the doctor to keep his misfortune a secret from his comrades and officers.
He then asked the surgeon if he would dress his wound at once, in order that he might be enabled to return to the fight.
The surgeon told him that he was not in a condition to admit of his return, and that he had better go to the hospital; but the young brave insisted upon going back, offering as an argument in favor of it the fact that he had fired twenty-two rounds after receiving his wound, and he was confident he could fire as many more after