The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-07-10

ped and walked the personidcation OF a
soldier boy; had won her spurs on the
battlefield al Bull Run. Fort Donelson
and Shiloh. and was promoted for gallan-
arts headquarters at Tyner's Station,
with an order from Mai Kinloch Fall
coner 10 report for duty as q scout. but
upon his finding that me" was a woman,
she was sent back and the order revoked.
She has written a book
have another herOine-bless her sweet
soui-e have forgotten her name. One
day Gen. Morgan sent a squad OF US on
Funknauser's regiment in Denny's Bend
OF Cumberland river. near Rome. Tenn.
Ny heroine little girl OF II. directed US
10 Bradley Island for safety-a place of
some sixty acres in cultivation. bur on
the river SIDE ii was encirclel by a sand
bar with drift wood lodged on an Occa-
slona4 STUDY sycamore. This sweet ami
mated little girl brought Us a square
meal, and watched for our safety like
hawk curing the day. Thinking II was
foraging expedition, and that they were
gone, We Ventured TO leave late in the
afternoon, but ran into them and a
running IRE ensued. After eluding
pursuit, We concluded to go back. In a
snort time a company of federals appear
ed on the island, evidently having tracked
our horses- We left the horses behind the
drlttwood, without hitching, and took
shelter under a big fallen tree The troop
ers We're IN ten steps Of US at times. We
could hear them distinctly, and one fellow
said: If we catch EN-. boys, this is
good place 10 hang EN-" Another said
Let's go down in the driftwood on the
sandbar, and bag EN-" Hearts thumped
and legs trembled! We thought we were
gone one of our squad said: Let's give
up, but the rest Of US were too badly
scared TO reply. A frightened rabbit stop
PED near US, painting, watching and tremb-
ing with fear, producing a mimetic eff
rect on our feelings. All, if a painter could
n1nTnTan "a nd
could describe that occasion. We lay
there until nightfall. They did not happen
10 see our horses, and, through a kind
providence, we escaped. Our heroine came
10 US after nightfall, signalled and we an
swered She was so happy over our es-
cape; told us that she saw them leave
and that they had no prisoners.
Gen. X. b. Coleman, of Indian Terri
tory, writes of another daring heroine
Miss Puss Witty, the daughter of Capt.
Bill Whitty, of Johnson county, Missouri
Her father's Capt. Bill Witty with many
others came from North Carolina in the
hfties and at the first bUgle call raised
company, composed of kinfolks, for the
southern cause His nice residence six
miles from Knobnoster, a federal post
which was raided time after time, was
finally destroyed. His daughter, a plucky
and fearless girl of nineteen, did many
acts OF daring to decOy the federals into
the hands of her fathers company; she
went many nights in rain and snow to nj
around the federal post at Knobnoster,
besides carrying many baskets of provis-
ions to the brush to feed the confederates
while recruiting in Missouri.
At one time, in the summer OF 1853 she
rode from home sixty miles, in the night,
and carried news to the intrepid Guam
trell. At another time, when the COM
panW of federals We're at her fathers
house in the summer of 1864, tearing off
the Misunderstanding in their search for
contraband goods, she drew a pistol from
her bosom and shot a lieutenant in the
face, and wounded a private in the arm,
then made her escape to the woods
Finally the authorities outlawed her
Sheriff WIKI Williams laid in wait for her
uncle, Sam Witty, who was guard to
Col. Perkins recruiting Office, and shot
him from ambush, breaking his under jaw
and cutting off his tongue. Puss went
twenty miles at night and hunted for her
uncle in the woods, carried him home
and hid him in an old well, where she
nursed him until he recovered sufficiently
to ride away. The authorities finally cap
tured her and then banished her from
the state. have not heard from her
since the great conflict.