The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1901-04-17
WAR STORIES.


this place. and if you gentlemen will
assist me in passing the crowds Of
soldiers on the streets, I vii! go at
once and do what can for our wound
I'd boys. We placed her on a gentle
horse behind soldier and started.
She had not gone more than a hundred
yards or such matter when a section
OF artillery came numbering past and
unlimbcrcd few stops from us. If l
mistake not. it was part Of Evan Z.
Howell battery, which did such finc
execution the day before under its
gallant commander at Pcachtrce Creek
Our boys got the range of the Yankee
battery which had caused such com
motion in the house We had just left.
The first shot fell little short, but
the next one got in its work in fine
style, dismounting one Of the cncmy's 8
guns, and killing and wounding y
lumber of men and horses. During
the action shell exploded near Us,
and fragment killed the horse the
young lady was riding. She display.
cd the same undauntcd courage that
was 30 conspicuous only few mo-
mcnts before. We placed her on an.
other horse and moved on. AS we
started she clappcd her hands and ex-
claimed. "Fhat is s!or;ous I only
wish | was q man." We conducted
our fair charge in safety to one of the
Churches that was being used as
field hospital, and she went tripping
up the steps clad in we'll fitting
homespun dress, turaed and with q
smile on her sweet face, thanked US
and waved us adicu, aud the door
closed behind her. Each soldier rails
ed his hat; it was the last We ever saw
of her. There was not one in that
command but would have laid down
his life for that fair young Southern
girl. 1t was only necessary to look in
to the eyes of one of those noble wo-
men of the South, and receive their
benediction, to understand how the
Southern troops maintained them
selves for four years against such fear
full odds. 1t was all due to the devo-
ton, encouragement and patriotic
ardor of the fair daughters Of the
South.
There may be some of the ladies
living in Atlanta to-day who participa-
ted in tho little episode narrated
above. If 30, they will on reading
this at once recall tho thrilling event.
My home for some time after the war
was in distant State; therefore, 1
mover have had the pleasure Of meet
ing with any of them. 1 have often
thought it would be gratifying to do
so, if any of them should be living.
Before 1 close I have suggestion
to make to the ladies Of the South
God bless thcm), and it is this, that
some uniform be adopted for the spon-
sors and their maids Of honor at our
annual reunions. I cannot think of
anything more appropriate than the
homospun dress, which, Of course,
they might embellish in any way they
SEQ fit, but let the main feature be the
homespun dress. 1t would not only
be very gratifying to the old soldiers
in reviving war times, but it would
weave garland which would ever per-
pctuato the name and memory of that
brilliant and gifted Southern woman,
Mrs. Carrie Bell Sinclair, of Augusta,
Ca, author of the poem "The Home
spun Dress" 30 popular as song in
war times, and which enlivened tho
camp fires from tho Potomac to the
Rio Grande.
What say tho ladies to considering
tho suggestion?
j. p. AUSTIN,
Ninth Ky. Cavalry.
Atlanta, Ga.
NV 0CN CATT