North Carolina standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1850-1852, 1851-07-02
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In Mrs. Ellet's " Women of the Revelation ,, are
many interesting sketches of female valor and intre-
Pdity. The following incident relates to lady Of
North Carolina, Mrs. Slocumb. Her maiden name
was Hooks she was born in the County of Berthe
in 1850. She was present at one of the bloodiest
battles Of the revolution where the united regiments
of Col. Ellington and CaswelI encountered Melon
aid at Moore's Creek. We will give part of the
story in her own words: s.~sa @'Ft t7ai
The men all left on Sunday morning. More than
eighty went from this house with my husband:
And / slept soundly and quietly that night, and
worked hard all the next day; but kept thinking
where they had got to--how far; where and how
many Of the regulars and tories they would meet and
could not keep myself from the study. / went to
bed at the usual time, but still continued to study.
As lay-wnether waking or sleeping knew mott
had dream; yet it was not altogether dream (she
used the words unconsciousy of poet not then in
being.) l saw distinctly body wrapped in my hus-
bands guard cloak-bloody-dea and others dead
plainly and distinctly. / uttered cry and sprang
to my feet on the floor; and so strong was the inn
preston on my mind that rushed in the direction
the vision appeared and came up against the side of
the house. The FIRE in the room gave little light and
gazed in every direction to catch another glimpse
of the raised the lights everything still
and quiet My child was sleeping. but my woman
was awakened by my crying out or jumping on the
floor. If ever fell fear It was at that moment.
Seated the bed, reflected few moments and said
aloud, / must 60 to him. told the woman could
not sleep, and would ride down the road. She APP
peared in great alarm but merely told her to lock
the door after me and look after the child. went
TO the stable, sadded my mare, as feet and easy
nag as ever travelled; and in minute we were
tearing down the road at full speed. The cool night
seemed after mile twos' gallop to bring reflection
with it; and l asked myself where was going, and
for what purposel Again and again was tempted
to turn back; but was soon ten miles from home.
and my mind became stronger every mile rode. l
should Fl nd my husband dead or dying, was as firmly
my presentiment and conviction any fact in my
life. When day broke was some thirty miles from
home. knew the general route our little army ex-
pected to take and had followed them without hesi-
tation. After sunrise L came upon group of women
and children, standing and sitting by the road side,
each of them showing the same anxiety of mind
felt. Stopping few moments, inquired if the
battle had been fought. They knew nothing.
Again was skimming over the ground through a
country thinIy settled, and very poor and swamPy
but neither my spirits my beautiful nag
failed in the least; we followed the well-marked trail
of the troops.
The sun must have been well up, say eight or nine
o'clock, when ! heard sound like tn under, which
knew must be cannon. 1t was the first time ever
heard cannon. stopped still, when presently the
cannon Numbered again. The battle was then fight
ing. What a tool my husband could not be dead
last night, and the battle only fighting nowa Still,
as am so near, will go on and see how they come
out. So away we went again, faster than ever; and
found by the noise of guns that was near the fight.
Again / stopped / could hear muskets, could hear
rifles, and could hear shouting. l spoke to my
and dashed in the direction of the firing, and
the shouts were louder than ever. The blind path
had been following brought me into the Wilmington
road leading from Moore's Creek Bridge, few hun
dred yards below the bridge. few yards from the
road, under cluster Of trees, were lying perhaps
twenty men. They were the wounded. knew the
spot the very trees; and the position of the men
knew if had seen it thousand times. had seen
it all night! saw all at but in an instant my
ped in his bloody guard cloak, was my husbands
body! How passed the few yards from the saddle
to the place never knew. l remember uncovering
his head and seeing face clothed with gore from
dreadful wound across the temple. put my hand
on the bloody face twas warm and an unknown
voice begged for water. brought it; poured some
in his mouth washed his face and behold it was
Frank Cogdell.''
After binding up the wounds of several soldiers
her husband, who had been in pursuit of the enemy
came up, and we may imag zine his surprise at seeing
his wife, whom he had but day before left sixty
miles distant. She remained during the day rejoic
ing with the victors and minisering to the wounded
and slidnght again mounted her mare and started
for home. They wished her to stay until morning.
and they would send party with her, but she told
them party could keep up witlfher; SO Fastening
back, she returned her home and Child which Sht
reached in safety.
Though Mrs. Slocunb could ride horse, shoot {
pistol, take part in many masculine emPloyments
she was not nattentive to more feminine dues she
carded, spun, wove, cut, and made all the clothes
worn by her husband during the Southern campaign
and the material of her own dress was manufactures
by her own hands,"
Horace Greedy is a regular attendant upon the
Worlds Fair, and although his gances " are no