Gen. N. B. Forrest in my home town "1863"

A True Heroine
[from the Jacksonville Republican, 9 May 1863]

"An incident connected with the recent Yankee raid is worthy of record. When Gen. [Nathan B.] Forrest arrived at Black Creek, 3 miles from Gadsden [AL], in hot pursuit of the Vandals [Col. Abel D. Streight's Raid, 11 April-3 May 1863, through northern AL], he found his progress checked by a swollen stream and a demolished bridge, while a detachment of the enemy lingered behind to dispute his passage to the opposite side. Ignorant of the ford, if indeed there were any, Gen. Forrest himself rode back in quest of the necessary information. At the first house he made the inquiry whether there was any person who could pilot his command across the stream, to which a young lady made reply -- no male person being present -- that she knew the ford, and that if she had a horse she would accompany and direct him. There being no time for ceremony, Gen. Forrest proposed that she should get up behind him to which, with no maiden coyness, but actuated only by the herioic impulse to serve her country, she at once consented. Her mother, however, overhearing the suggestion, and sensitively alive to her daughter's safety and honor, interposed the objection. "Sir, my child cannot thus accompany a stranger." "Madam," respectfully urged the far-famed chieftain, "my name is Forrest, and I will be responsible for this young lady's safety." "Oh," rejoined the good woman, "if you are Gen. Forrest she can go with you!"
Mounted behind the General, she piloted him across the stream, exposed to the whistling bullets of the enemy; nor did she retire from her post of danger until the last man had safely crossed, and the column seen in continuance of its rapid pursuit, accompanied by her earnest prayers for success.

The name of this heroine is Miss [Emma] Sansom, who deserves to be long and gratefully remembered, not only by Gen. Forrest and his gallant men but by every lover of the cause to which she rendered such gallant and timely aid. The General wrote a note of thanks, and sent it back to the heroic girl."
There are several different versions to the story. I enjoyed reading all of them and will leave that up to you.

"We were home on the morning of May 2, 1863, when a company of men wearing blue uniforms and riding mules and horses galloped past the house and went on towards the bridge. Pretty soon a great crowd of them came along and some of them stopped at the gate and asked for some water. One of them asked me where my father was and I told him he was dead.
 
 
 
'Do you have any brothers?' asked the Yankee soldier.
'I have, sir', I said.
'Where are they?'
'In the Confederate army,' I told him.
'Do you think the South will whip us?'
'They do!'
'What do you think?'
"I think we will win because God is on our side,' I said.
'I think God is on the side with the best artillery,' said the soldier."
 
  The women did not panic despite the gravity of the situation and Emma stubbornly held onto her horse's reins until a soldier snatched it away. The soldiers searched the house for guns and saddles and Rufus was taken prisoner. The main body crossed the wooden bridge and put the torch to the structure, feeling confident that Forrest's pursuit would be stopped for several hours. Forrest arrived at the creek and found his way blocked by the fiery blaze and gunfire from the other side.

  Forrest was in full pursuit of the Federals when he came galloping into view of the frightened Sansom women, who were now standing on the Sansom's front porch grieving for Rufus. Emma, recognizing him as a Confederate officer, told him that the bridge had been destroyed. In reply to his question, she responded that there was not another bridge any closer than two miles. She told him that there was a ford nearby where she had seen cows cross in low water and she believed that his men may be able to cross. She said she could get his men over there and she would put a saddle on her horse. He said: "There is no time to saddle a horse; get up here behind me." Emma's mother was assured by Forrest that he would bring her back safely.

  They rode into a field with a small branch running through it protected by a thick undergrowth. The branch emptied into the creek just above the ford. They were under fire by this time and Emma pointed out the crossing and they went back towards the house. Forrest asked her name and for a lock of her hair. The noise of the battle was so loud that they left and hid in a safe place. After the firing stopped, Emma started back home and met General Forrest again. He asked again for a lock of her hair and told her that one of his bravest men had been killed and is laid out in the house. His name was Robert Turner and Forrest asked that he be buried in a near-by graveyard. He told her that he had left a her a note of thanks:

Hed Quaters in Sadle
May 2 1863

"My highest regardes to miss Emma Sansom for hir Gallant conduct while my posse was skirmishing with the Federals across Black Creek near Gadsden Allabama."

N. B. Forrest
Brig Genl Comding N. Ala
 
Ironically, there were seven biographies published about Forrest, all containing page after page about Emma and every one of them misspelled her name. It came out in print as Sanson.

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