Lucy Foster Madison, A Daughter of the Union
“ In the rear of the car were a number of soldiers clad in blue. They seemed in high spirits and were singing lustily:“‘Yes, we’ll rally round the flag, boys, We’ll rally once again,Shouting the battle cry of freedom;We will rally from the hillside, We will rally from the plain,Shouting the battle cry of freedom.’”“They are going to the war with a song upon their lips, perhaps to be killed, while I am afraid because I am alone,” mused Jeanne, her lip curling in self-contempt. “I don’t believe that girls amount to much after all.” ”
