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Death of a Young Woman on the Battlefield of Chickamuga
Frank Moore Anecdotes, Poetry and Incidents of the War: North and South. 1860-1865 (New York: Bible House, 1867), p.158
Tells the sorry tale of a young woman from Brooklyn who was infatuated by war and couldn't be stopped by her family. She enlisted in the drum corp of a Michigan Regiment at Detroit and was a part of the army of the Cumberland. When she was wounded at Chickamuga her sex was revealed.
She was told by the surgeon that her wound was mortal, and advised to give her name, that her family might be informed of her fate. This she finally, though reluctantly, consented to do, and the Colonel of the regiment, although suffering himself from a painful wound, became interested in her behalf, and prevailed upon her to let him send a despatch to her father. This she directed in the following manner:
"Mr. , No Willoughby Street, Brooklyn : Forgive your dying daughter. I have but a few moments to live. My native soil drinks my blood. I expected to deliver my country, but the Fates would not have it so. I am content to die. Pray, pa, forgive me. Tell ma to kiss my daguerreotype. Emily.
" P. S. Give my old watch to little Eph."
(The youngest brother of the dying girl.)
The poor girl was buried on the field on which she fell in the service of her country, which she fondly hoped to save.