             Unit 2
   
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    Aunt Bettie is faced with a difficult decision. A wounded Union soldier is found hiding in a farmhouse near her home. She has to decide whether to help him or let him be captured. What will she choose to do?

     The Woman Who Would Not Tell

                   Janice Keyser Lester
    "I never did hate the Yankees. All that hated was the war."
    That's how my great-aunt Bettie began her story. I heard it many times as a child, whenever my family visited Aunt Bettie in the old house in Berryville, Virginia. Aunt Bettie was almost 80 years old then. But I could picture her as she was in the story she told me  barely 20, pretty, with bright blue eyes.
    Bettie Van Metre had good reason to hate the Civil War. One of her brother was killed at Gettysburg, another taken prisoner. Then her young husband, James, a Confederate officer, was captured and sent to an unknown prison camp somewhere. 
    One hot day in late September Dick Runner, a former slave, came to Bettie with a strange report. He had been checking a farmhouse half a mile away from the Van Metre home, a farmhouse he thought was empty. But inside, he heard low groans. Following them to the attic, he found a wounded Union soldier, with a rifle at his side.
    When Aunt Bettie told me about her first sight of the bearded man in the stained blue uniform, she always used the same words. "It was like walking into a nightmare: those awful bandages, that dreadful smell. That's what war is really like, child: no bugles and banners. Just pain and filth, futility and death."
     To Bettie Van Metre this man was not an enemy but rather a suffering human being. She gave him water and tried to clean his terrible wounds. Then she went out into the cool air and leaned against the house, trying not to be sick as she thought of what she had seen  that smashed right hand, that missing left leg.
    The man's papers Bettie found in the attic established his identity: Lt. Henry Bedell, Company D, 11th Vermont Volunteers, 30 year old. She knew that she should report the presence of this Union officer to the Confederate army. But she also knew that she would not do it. This is how she explained it to me: "I kept wondering if he had a wife somewhere, waiting, and hoping, and not knowing  just as I was. It seemed to me that the only thing that mattered was to get her husband back to her."
    Slowly, patiently, skillfully, James Van Metre's wife fanned the spark of life that flickered in Henry Bedell. Of drugs or medicines she had almost none. And she was not willing to take any from the few supplies at the Confederate hospital. But she did the best she could with what she had.
     As his strength returned, Bedell told Bettie about his wife and children in Westfield, Vermont. And BedelL listened as she told him about her brothers and about James. "I knew his wife must be praying for him," Aunt Bettie would say to me, "just as I was praying for James. It was strange how close I felt to her."
     The October nights in the valley grew cold. The infection in Bedell's wounds flared up. With Dick and his wife, Jennie, helping, she moved the Union officer at night, to a bed in a hidden loft above the warm kitchen of her own home.
    But the next day, Bedell had a high fever. Knowing that she must get help or he would die, she went to her long-time friend and family doctor. Graham Osborne.
    Dr. Osborne examined Bedell, then shook his head. There was little hope, he said, unless proper medicine could be found.
    "All right, then," Bettie said. "I'll get it from the Yankees at Harpers Ferry."
    The doctor told her she was mad. The Union headquarters were almost 20 miles away. Even if she reached them, the Yankees would never believe her story.
    "I'll take proof," Bettie said. She went to the loft and came back with a blood-stained paper bearing the official War Department seal. "This is a record of his last promotion," she said. "When I show it, they'll have to believe me."
    She made the doctor writer out list of the medical items he needed. Early the next morning she set off.
    For five hours she drove, stopping only to rest her horse. The sun was almost down when she finally stood before the commanding officer at Harpers Ferry.
    Gen. John D. Stevenson listened, but did not believe her. "Madam," he said, "Bedell's death was reported to us."
    "He's alive," Bettie insisted. "But he won't be much longer unless he has the medicines on that list."
    "Well," the general said finally, "I'm not going to risk the lives of a patrol just to find out." He turned to a junior officer. "See that Mrs. Van Metre gets the supplies." He brushed aside Bettie's thanks. "You're a brave woman," he said, "whether you're telling the truth or not."
    With the medicines that Bettie carried to Berryville, Dr. Osborne brought Bedell through the crisis. Ten days later Bedell was hobbling on a pair of crutches that Dick had made for him. "I can't go on putting you in danger," Bedell told Bettie. "I'm strong enough to travel now. I'd lie to go back as soon as possible."
    So it was arranged that Mr. Sam, one of Bettie's neighbors and friends, should go and help Bettie deliver Bedeel to Union headquarters at Harpers Ferry in his wagon.
    They hitched Bettie's mare alongside Mr. Sam's mule. Bedell lay down in an old box filled with hay, his rifle and crutches beside him.
    It was a long, slow journey that almost ended in disaster. Only an hour from the Union lines, two horsemen suddenly appeared. One pointed a pistol, demanding money while the other pulled Mr. Sam from the wagon. Shocked, Bettie sat still. Then a rifle shot cracked out, and the man with the pistol fell to the ground dead. A second shot, and the man went sprawling. It was Bedell shooting! Bettie watched him lower the rifle and brush the hay out of his hair. "Come on, Mr. Sam," he said. "Let's keep moving."
    At Harpers Ferry, the soldiers stared in surprise at the old farmer and the girl. They were even more amazed when the Union officer with the missing leg rose from his hay-filled box.
    Bedell was sent to Washington. There he told his story to Secretary of War Edwin M. Stanton. Stanton wrote a letter of thanks to Bettie and-signed an order to free James Van Metre from prison. But first James had to be found. It was arranged for Bedell to go with Bettie as she searched for her husband.
    Records showed that a James Van Metre had been sent to a prison camp in Ohio. But when the ragged prisoners were paraded before Bettie, James was not there. A second prison was checked, with the same result. Bettie Van Metre fought back a chilling fear that her husband was dead.
    Then at Fort Delaware, near the end of the line of prisoners a tall man stepped out and stumbled into Bettie's arms. Bettie held him, tears streaming down her face. And Henry Bedell, standing by on his crutches, wept, too.

           NEW WORDS
    tell 
v.  act as an informer 淢

    Yankee
n.  (in the Civil War) a native of any of the northern states; a citizen of the U.S. У

    great-aunt
n.  an aunt of one's father or mother; sister of one's grandfather or grandmother 

    civil
a.  ڵģ 

    Confederate
a.  of or belonging to the Confederacy ϲ

    capture
vt. make a prisoner of; seize ²

    unknown
a.  whose name, nature, or origin is not known

    former
a.  of an earlier period ǰ

    farmhouse
n.  the main house on a farm, where a farmer lives

    groan
n.  a sound made in a deep voice that expresses suffering, grief or disapproval 

    attic
n.  the space just under the roof of a house, esp. that made into a low small room ¥

    Union, the 
n.  those states that supported the Federal government of the U.S. during the Civil War; the U.S.A. ϱսڼģ
a.  of or having to do with the Union

    rifle
n.  ǹ

    awful
a.  terrible; very bad

    bandage
n.  a narrow long piece of material, esp. cloth, for binding a wound or injury 

    dreadful
a.  very unpleasant or shocking; terrible

    bugle
n.  a musical wind instrument usually made of brass, used chiefly for military signals ţ

    filth
n.  disgusting dirt ۻ

    futility
n.  uselessness

    futile a.

    lean
vi. support or rest oneself in a bent position 

    establish
vt. find out or make certain of (a fact, answer, etc.), prove ȷ֤ʵ

    identity
n.  who or what a particular person or thing is 
identical
a. ͬһģȫͬȷ
    Lt.
abbr. lieutenant ½ξ

    company
n.  

    volunteer
n.  person who joins the army, navy, or air force of his own free will ־Ը

    presence
n.  being present in a place

    skillfully 
ad. in a skillful manner ɵأ

    skillful
a.  having or showing skill
  
    fan
vt. ȣȶ

    spark
n.  

    flicker
vi. burn unsteadily; shine with an unsteady light

    drug
n.  a medicine or substance used for medical purposes

    supply
n.  (pl.) the food, equipment, etc. necessary for an army, expedition or the like Ʒ

    pray
vi. 

    valley
n.  a stretch of land between hills or mountains; the land through which a stated river or great river system flows ɽȣ

    infection
n.  ȾȾ

    infect vt.

    flare
vi. burn with a bright, unsteady flame 棩ҫ

    loft
n.  a room under the roof of a building, attic ¥

    ferry
n.  ɿڣɴ

    headquarters
n.  (used with a sing. or pl. v. ) the place from which the chief of a police force or the commanding officer of an army sends out orders ˾

    proof
n.  evidence showing that sth. is true ֤

    bear
vt. show; have

    seal
n.  ӡͼ

    item
n.  a single thing among a set, esp. included in a list 

    commanding
a.  having command; in charge

    commanding officer
    ָӹ

    command
vt. ָ

    Gen.
abbr. general 

    madam 
n.  respectful form of address to a woman (whether married or unmarried)ˣ̫̫ŮʿС

    risk
vt. endanger; take the chance of

    patrol
n.  a small group of soldiers, vehicles, etc. sent out to search for the enemy, or to protect a place from the enemy Ѳ߶

    junior
a.  younger or lower in rank than another 

    hobble
vi. walk awkwardly; limp У

    crutch
n.  support used under the arm to help a lame person to walk 

    wagon
n.  four-wheeled vehicle for carrying goods, pulled by horses or oxen ˻ţ

    hitch
vt. fasten with a hook, ring, rope, etc. ס˩סס

    mare
n.  female horse or donkey

    alongside 
prep. close to; along the side of

    mule
n.  an animal that has a donkey and a horse as parents 

    disaster 
n.  a great or sudden misfortune; terrible accident

    line
n.  a row of defence works, esp. that nearest the enemy սߣ

    horseman
n.  a person who rides a horse, esp. one who is skilled

    pistol
n.  handgun ǹ

    crack
v.  (cause to) make a sudden explosive sound ʹ

    sprawl
vi. lie or sit with hands and feet spread out, esp. ungracefully

    lower
vt. move or let down in height £ŵ

    secretary
vt. an official who takes charge of a governmental department; an employee in an office, who is in charge of correspondence, records, making appointments, etc. 󳼣

    ragged
a.  (of a person ) dressed in old torn clothes; (of clothes) old an torn ڵģƾɵ

    parade 
vt. cause to walk in an informal procession for the purpose of being looked at; cause to  march in procession ʹжн
n.  У

    chill
v.  (cause to) have a feeling of cold as from fear; (cause to ) become cold, esp. without freezing ʹе䣻ʹ

    fort
n.  Ҫ

    stumble
vi. walk or move in an unsteady way; strike the foot against sth. and almost fall 
    stream
vi. flow fast and strongly; pour out

       PHRASES & EXPRESSIONS
  take prisoner
  capture and hold as a prisoner, esp. as a prisoner of war ²

  flare up
  break out or intensify suddenly or violently; burst into bright flame or rage ͻӾ磻ͻȻ⣻ͻȻŭ

  write out
  write in full, write (sth. formal)

  brush aside
  disregard, ignore Į

  bring through
  save (sb.) from (an illness, etc.)

            PROPER NAMES
  Berryville
  ά

  Virginia
  ǣ

  Bettie Van Metre
  ..

  the Civil War
  ϱս

  Gettysburg
  ˹У

  Dick Runner
  Ͽ.

  Henry Bedell
  .¶

  Vermont
  أ

  Westfield
  Τ˹ƶ£

  Jennie
  ղݣŮ

  Graham Osborne  ׶ķ.˹

  Harpers Ferry
  ˹ɿڣ

  Stevenson
  ʷɭϣ

  Secretary of War(old use) 
  ½

  Edwin M. Stanton
  .M.˹̹

  Ohio
  

  Fort Delaware 
     
