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HISTORY of JEROME TOWNSHIP, UNION COUNTY, OHIO
Curry, W. L. : Columbus, Ohio: Press of the E. T. Miller Co.
1913

OUR HEROINES

     Soon after the first war meeting was held in the Seceder Church, April 24th, 1861, the company was organized and commenced drilling under Dr. James Cutler, afterward a Captain in the First Ohio Cavalry, the mothers, wifes and sisters said:  "We can and will help."  Busy hands were plying the needles, and in a few days uniforms consistent of red flannel blouses and black caps were ready to don.  Flags were not so plentiful in those early days of the war, and the sisters and sweethearts were not content to purchase an ordinary bunting flag, but one stitched by their own hands should be carried by the boys as they marched to the wild music of the war-drums.  A messenger was dispatched to Columbus, silk was purchased, and a beautiful flag was manufactured by these patriotic girls. 
     Then came the call for 500,000 three-year volunteers, and as a number of companies were organized in the county, they were all called to assemble at Milford Center July 4th for regiment drill.  A wagon was equipped with a great platform decorated with bunging and was drawn by four white horses driven by Moderwell Robinson.  In this wagon were seated thirty-one girls, dressed in white with red, white and blue sashes, representing all the States in the Union.  The wagon was driven to the square in New California, and with appropriate ceremonies and great enthusiasm, the flat was presented to the company.  Preceded by this wagon with the bevy of girls singing patriotic songs a procession was formed, some in wagons, buggies or carriages, and many on horseback, proceeded to Milford, where the regimental drill was held, vied by thousands of patriotic citizens.
     The flag was not taken to the field during the war, but he enthusiasm of that flag presentation by the loyal young ladies of this community - our own sisters and sweethearts - was an inspiration that followed the soldiers to the front and cheered them on battle lines.
     During our Civil War the loyal women of our county did not have the inspiraiton of the war-drums - no hop of fame for heroic deeds amid the clash of arms - no hope of reward but that of a nation saved.  But her courage was equal to that of the soldier who carried the sword or the musket - when she sent father, husband, brother or sweetheart with prayers and blessings.
     The names of many of these girls are recalled and herewith published as our heroines - many of whom have passed to the other shore:
 
LIZZIE GOWANS ABI SHAFFER
JEANNETTE GOWANS MAGGIE NUNEMAKER
AMANDA MCCAMPBELL MARTHA JANE FLECK
LOVINA LIGGITT SUSIE RUEHLEN
MARY MCCAMPBELL SARAH MARY LIGGETT
SUSANNAH ROBINSON ELVIRA ROBINSON
LOU ROBINSON BELLE BUCK
OLLIE CURRY LIZZIE LAUGHEAD
MARY CURRY EMMA ROBINSON
PHEBE CURRY SARAH WOODBURN
MARTHA J. ROBINSON ELIZA HILL
GEORGIANA ROBINSON FIDELIA ROBINSON
JENNIE TAYLOR BELINDA KETCH
SALLIE BAIN NAN BAIN
ESTELLE MCCAMPBELL HESTER MITCHELL
NAN BEARD LOU CONE
SARAH GILL HANNAH BEARD
FLORENCE WOODBURN MARY ANN DODGE
LOUISA KETCH SALLIE RUEHLEN

     I recall vividly a scene on the battlefield of Shiloh which can never be effaced from my memory.  The next day after the battle, fought April 6th and 7th, 1862, along the banks of the Tennessee River, I saw upon that terrible field of carnage a woman of my own kin.  Her maiden name was Nancy Snodgrass, and when a girl she resided in Jerome Township.  Her father William Snodgrass, a cousin of my mother, one of the early pioneers of Union County, Ohio, had emigrated to Iowa in the early fifties when the daughter was a girl in her teens.
     Just at the beginning of the war she was married to a young man by the name of Vastine, who enlisted in the Iowa regiment.  He was stricken with fever, and she came from her prairie home in Iowa to nurse him in the hospital at Fort Donelson.  When he was restored to health he was detailed as a nurse and his young wife remained as a nurse in the hospital
     She was on the field during the two days' battle, fought amid the forests and along the ravines, without breastworks or protection of any kind, where the loss in teh two armies was upwards of 24,000. The only woman on the field for many days after the battle, there she moved about among the dead and wounded, an angel of mercy, ministering to the wants of the suffering soldiers of both the blue and the gray;  the brave-hearted, sympathetic country girl, as true as the soldier who fell upon the field with sword or musket in hand.  Any picture I could draw would give but the faintest idea of the reality. The rain had been pouring in torrents, the little streams and ravines flowing toward the Tennessee were at high flood, while ambulances with sick and wounded, supply and ammunition wagons, were plunging through the mud and miring everywhere, as they wound their slow way back and forth from the field to the landing, where the hospital boats were floating in the river waiting to receive their loads of mangled bodies.  Then there were the details burying the dead in shallow graves, or long narrow trenches, with not even a blanket to cover their faces or bodies.  There had been a victory, and cheers went up from the camps of the living, and night was coming on.  It was a weird scene, as plain to me as if but a few months ago.  Yet more than half a century has passed since that bloody war tragedy on the battlefield of Shiloh.
     The groans of the suffering and dying carried in on the litters or in the ambulances; the broken neigh of some warhorse in ravine or tangled brush, shot through body or limb, vainly trying to struggle to his feet, and with a look of despair almost human as he raises his head in the throes of death; a few camp-fires glimmering here and there, with a white tent which had not been disturbed by shot or shell in the terrible struggle just ended.  A dim light of candle or lantern in some headquarters of the commander gleams through the mist.  The splash of a horse's hoofs in the mud is heard as a weary staff officer or courier dashes off on the gallop to some distant part of the line with orders for the movements and pursuit of the defeated foe at early dawn on the morrow.  Many a soldier, with the dead piled thick around him, in his agonizing pains was thinking of the loved ones at home in the far-off Northland as he gazed at the starless sky- of mother, sister, or wife - when the flutter of a woman's garments was seen and he spoke softly, "A sister of mercy."  Yes, a sister of mercy caring for the wounded that dark night.  It was Nancy Vastine, the brave country girl, the only woman on that awful field of carnage, April 7th, 1862.  A drop of cordial, a cool bandage, a cup of hot broth, are trifles for a man-of-arms to long for, but the getting of them from a woman thrills the faltering heart with warrior blood, and many a life was saved on the field because a woman was around.

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