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

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[117] her brain, and she quickly revealed to him her sex and name, and asked his aid. The brave fellow had heard of the “Woman scout of the Cumberland,” and, faint and wounded as he was, gladly and bravely offered to carry out her plan at the risk of his life. Firing her --pistol into the air, she instructed the soldier to say to the pursuing party, who would inevitably be drawn thither by the report, that he had been met and shot by a “reb.” She told him that he could not expect, from his wounds, to escape capture, and advised him to stir himself around so as to make his wound bleed afresh. He obeyed, and let himself fall off his horse, while Miss Cushman gave the animal a sharp blow which sent him flying down the road. When the rebel horsemen galloped up to the spot, they found the soldier lying at the foot of a tree, bleeding freely, and in a state of unconsciousness from his sudden fall, while over him bent our heroine, pistol in hand. To their surprised and hurried query who she was, she promptly replied: “am a farmer's son, over near Wartrace, and I surrender to you; but I have shot your best fellow, here, and only wish I had shot more of ye.” To their astonished looks and questions as to what he meant, she.replied in the same bitter vein; “I mean just what I say. I am only sorry that I didn't kill more of you darned Yankees, that comes down here and runs all our niggers off!” Completely misled by her skilful acting, the rebels now saw that the boy had mistaken them for Yankees; and on questioning the Yankee soldier, who was gradually recovering from his faintness, the brave fellow, true to instructions, designated the “farmer's boy,” as the one who had shot him, “because he was a Yankee.” It now