A Virginia Girl in the Civil War, 1861-1865: being a record of the actual experiences of the wife of a Confederate officer
John Locke · en
“I’m skeered ter fool ’long dat ar mule. I ain’t nuvver fooled ’long er
mule in de water. I kaint have no notion of de way he mought do wid me.
You kaint ’pend on mules, Mars Dan, ter do jes lak you want ’em ter on
dry land, much less in de water. Arter I git out dar, cut dat ar mule
loose, an’ git on him, he mought take out an’ kyar me somewhar I didn’t
wanter go. I mought nuvver git ter no camp, nor nowhar, Mars Dan, ef I
go ter foolin’ ’long er dat mule out dar in de water.”
The major caught his shoulders, and turned his face to the stream.
“Have you watched that water rising out there for nothing?” he asked
sternly. “We are sure to be drowned if you don’t do as I tell you--all
of us.”
Between certain death and uncertain death Jerry chose the latter,
crawled over the hind mules, got on the leader and rode him off. He
took this note with him:
“Nearest Encampment of any Division, C. S. A.:
“I am in the middle of Hatchers Run in an ambulance with my
wife. The stream is rising rapidly and ambulance filling with
water. Send immediate relief.
“DANIEL V. GREY,
“_Adjutant of the Thirteenth_.”
After the boy was gone there we sat and waited while the water rose. I
got very cold and Dan, who was yet weak from his wound and confinement,
got chilled and stiff. After more than an hour of waiting we heard from
the woods on the other side a noise as of men running, and then there
came rushing out of the woods toward us thirteen men of mighty girth
and stature. They were Georgia mountaineers who had been sent to our
rescue. When they came to the water they didn’t like the look and feel
of it, and evidently didn’t want to get in it.
“What is we uns to do?” they called across.
“Something to get us out of this,” Dan hallooed back, “and be quick
about it, or we shall drown.”
“How is we uns to git to you uns?”
“Get in the water and swim here.”
They talked among themselves, but none of them seemed disposed to do
this.
“Men!” called my husband, “I am hardly well of a wound, I am stiff and
weak. I can not save my wife, who is up to the waist in water. Will you
stand there and see a woman drown?”
They seemed ashamed, but none of them made the move to go in. Then the
largest of them all--he seemed a mighty giant--stepped forth and took
command.
“You say thar’s a lady in that ambulance?”
“Yes, my wife.”
“Wall, I’m blowed! An’ she ain’t a-hollerin’ and a-cryin’?”
“Do you hear her?” asked Dan irritably. “She’s braver than some men I
know. But you can count on it that she is wet and cold. We are nearly
frozen!”
“Wall, I’m blowed! An’ she’s right out thar in the middle er that run,
an’ she ain’t a-hollerin’ and a-cryin’! Tell you uns what I’ll do. I’ll
swim out there and bring her back on my back. An’ then I’ll swim back
agin an’ bring you on my back.”
“I can’t!” I said. “I’m cold enough to die now, and I can’t get in that
water. I’ll die if I do.”