. Battles and leaders of the Civil War : being for the most part contributions by Union and Confederate officers . , butwith streaming tears kissed the girl, and saw her set out to go alone, half amile through a panic-stricken rabble, under the fire of a battery and into atown whose escape from conflagration was at best not assured. To come outhad been comparatively easy, for she was going with the stream. The returnwas a different matter. The turbulent tide had now to be stemmed. Yet shemanaged to work her way along, now in the road, now in the field, slippingbetween the wagon wheels, and onc
. Battles and leaders of the Civil War : being for the most part contributions by Union and Confederate officers . , butwith streaming tears kissed the girl, and saw her set out to go alone, half amile through a panic-stricken rabble, under the fire of a battery and into atown whose escape from conflagration was at best not assured. To come outhad been comparatively easy, for she was going with the stream. The returnwas a different matter. The turbulent tide had now to be stemmed. Yet shemanaged to work her way along, now in the road, now in the field, slippingbetween the wagon wheels, and once, at least, crawling under a one had noticed her coming out, she was but one of the crowd; and nowmost were too busy with their own safety to pay much heed to anything , as her face seemed alone set toward the town, she attracted some atten-tion. One or two spoke to her. Now it was, Look-a here, little gal! dontyou know youre a-goin the wrong way? One man looked at the yellowthing she had slung across her shoulder and said, with an approving nod: 694 A WOMANS RECOLLECTIONS OF ! : § Br? ;f7 -^1 ■; »P* . CONFEDERATE MONUMENT AT SHEPHERDSTOWN. FROM A PHOTOGRAPH TAKEN IN 1885. Thats right, thats right; save the wounded if ye kin. She meant to doit, and finally reached her sister, breathless but triumphant, with as proud asense of duty done as if her futile errand had been the deliverance of a city. I have said that there was less danger than appeared, but it must not besupposed that there was none. A friend who worked chiefly in the oldblue factory had asked me to bring her a bowl of gruel that some one hadpromised to make for one of her patients. I had just taken it to her, and shewas walking across the floor with the bowl in her hands, when a shell crashedthrough a corner of the wall and passed out at the opposite end of the build-ing, shaking the rookery to its foundations, filling the room with dustand plaster, and throwing her upon her kn
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