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L. P. Brockett, The camp, the battlefield, and the hospital: or, lights and shadows of the great rebellion

and Claimed respect from the traitor band; The fiercest rebel quailed that day before that woman stern and gray. They went in silence, one by one- Left her there with her dying son, 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, Buell, then, Marched wired thousand men, With waving flags and rolling drums Past the heroine's house he comes; He checked his steed and bared his head, “Soldiers! 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, a

Hetty McEwen, an incident of the occupation of Nashville. Lucy Hamilton Hooper. O Hetty Mcewen! Hetty McEwen? What were the angry rebels doing, That autumn day, in Nashville town? They looked aloft with oath and frown, And saw the Stars and Stripes wave high Against the blue of the sunny sky; Deep was the oath, and dark the frown, And loud the shout of “Tear it down!” For over Nashville, far and wide, Rebel banners the breeze defied, Staining heaven with crimson bars; Only the one old “Stripes and Stars” Waved, where autumn leaves were strewing, Round the home of Hetty McEwen. Hetty McEwen watched that day Where her son on his death-bed lay; She heard on-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, Buell, then, 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 hea

ith her dying son, 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, Buell, then, 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, “Soldiers! 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 t

cat, then an officer of General Ord's staff, and subsequently Inspector-General of the Army of the Cumberland, seeing a division of rebels about to flank one of the Union regiments, rode up and informed Rosecrans of the danger. Ride on and warn Stanley at once, said the general. An acre of fire, and showered with bullets, lap between them and the menaced troops. The officer looked at it, and said: General, I have a wife and children. You knew that when you came here, said the general, co the only answer. Stay a moment. We must make sure of this, and hastily writing some despatches, the general called three of his orderlies. Giving a despatch to each, he said to the officer: Now go. He started, and at intervals of about fifty yards, bearing a similar message, the orderlies followed. The officer ran the fiery gauntlet, and, his clothes pierced with bullets, and his horse reeling from a mortal wound, reached Stanley — the orderlies found their graves on that acre of fire

h waving flags and rolling drums Past the heroine's house he comes; He checked his steed and bared his head, “Soldiers! 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 leftColonel 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 insiste

hing had happened to him. Several days after he returned to the doctor to have his wound redressed, and continued to pay him daily visits in his leisure hours, attending to duty in the meantime. The acre of fire. At the battle of Iuka, Captain, afterward Lieutenant-Colonel Arthur C. Ducat, then an officer of General Ord's staff, and subsequently Inspector-General of the Army of the Cumberland, seeing a division of rebels about to flank one of the Union regiments, rode up and informed Rosecrans of the danger. Ride on and warn Stanley at once, said the general. An acre of fire, and showered with bullets, lap between them and the menaced troops. The officer looked at it, and said: General, I have a wife and children. You knew that when you came here, said the general, coolly. I'll go, sir, was the only answer. Stay a moment. We must make sure of this, and hastily writing some despatches, the general called three of his orderlies. Giving a despatch to each, he said to

t his returning to the field, so he attended to his wants, and the young soldier went off to rejoin his comrades in their struggle, and remained, dealing out his ammunition to good account until the day was over, as if nothing had happened to him. Several days after he returned to the doctor to have his wound redressed, and continued to pay him daily visits in his leisure hours, attending to duty in the meantime. The acre of fire. At the battle of Iuka, Captain, afterward Lieutenant-Colonel Arthur C. Ducat, then an officer of General Ord's staff, and subsequently Inspector-General of the Army of the Cumberland, seeing a division of rebels about to flank one of the Union regiments, rode up and informed Rosecrans of the danger. Ride on and warn Stanley at once, said the general. An acre of fire, and showered with bullets, lap between them and the menaced troops. The officer looked at it, and said: General, I have a wife and children. You knew that when you came here, said th

Hetty McEwen, an incident of the occupation of Nashville. Lucy Hamilton Hooper. O Hetty Mcewen! Hetty McEwen? What were the angry rebels doing, That autumn day, in Nashville town? They looked aloft with oath and frown, And saw the Stars and Stripes wave high Against the blue of the sunny sky; Deep was the oath, and dark the frown, And loud the shout of “Tear it down!” For over Nashville, far and wide, Rebel banners the breeze defied, Staining heaven with crimson bars; Only the one old “Stripes and Stars” Waved, where autumn leaves were strewing, Round the home of Hetty McEwen. Hetty McEwen watched that day Where her son on his death-bed lay; She heard the hoarse and angry cry- The blood of “‘76” rose high. Out-flashed her eye, her cheek grew warm, Uprose her aged stately form; From her window, with steadfast brow, She looked upon the crowd below. Eyes all aflame with angry fire Flashed on her in defiant ire, And once more rose the angry call, “Tear down that flag, or t

Hetty McEwen, an incident of the occupation of Nashville. Lucy Hamilton Hooper. O Hetty Mcewen! Hetty McEwen? What were the angry rebels doing, That autumn day, iHetty Mcewen! Hetty McEwen? What were the angry rebels doing, That autumn day, in Nashville town? They looked aloft with oath and frown, And saw the Stars and Stripes wave high Against the blue of the sunny sky; Deep was the oath, and dark the fHetty McEwen? What were the angry rebels doing, That autumn day, in Nashville town? They looked aloft with oath and frown, And saw the Stars and Stripes wave high Against the blue of the sunny sky; Deep was the oath, and dark the frown, And loud the shout of “Tear it down!” For over Nashville, far and wide, Rebel banners the breeze defied, Staining heaven with crimson bars; Only the one old “Stripes and Stars” Waved, where autumn leaves were strewing, Round the home of Hetty McEwen. Hetty McEwen watched that day Where her son on his death-bed lay; She hearHetty McEwen watched that day Where her son on his death-bed lay; She heard the hoarse and angry cry- The blood of “‘76” rose high. Out-flashed her eye, her cheek grew warm, Uprose her aged stately form; From her window, with steadfast brow he shall surely die. Not for threats nor-yet for suing Shall it fall,” said Hetty McEwen. The loyal heart and steadfast hand Claimed respect from the traito

to his wants, and the young soldier went off to rejoin his comrades in their struggle, and remained, dealing out his ammunition to good account until the day was over, as if nothing had happened to him. Several days after he returned to the doctor to have his wound redressed, and continued to pay him daily visits in his leisure hours, attending to duty in the meantime. The acre of fire. At the battle of Iuka, Captain, afterward Lieutenant-Colonel Arthur C. Ducat, then an officer of General Ord's staff, and subsequently Inspector-General of the Army of the Cumberland, seeing a division of rebels about to flank one of the Union regiments, rode up and informed Rosecrans of the danger. Ride on and warn Stanley at once, said the general. An acre of fire, and showered with bullets, lap between them and the menaced troops. The officer looked at it, and said: General, I have a wife and children. You knew that when you came here, said the general, coolly. I'll go, sir, was the