Life of a Woman Spy

By Ada Ambrose

Journal Entry 1

Hi, my name is Ada Ambrose. I grew up in Virginia. I don’t know the towns name though.

I lived off to the side of a small town, had an average house that was a little on the small side. I cook, clean and do minor fixing in my house for myself. I have a small chicken coop and sell eggs to the neighbors for pocket money. Before I joined the war, I was an everyday civilian.

I am fighting on the Confederate side not because I want slavery to continue, but to defend the land I live on.

I am a woman spy in the war. I get information from the Union and bring it back to the Confederates so that we can win the war. My cover up is a union nurse.

Unfortunately I have no family, left a while ago. No kids, never got married. Have a horse named Hot-Foot though. She is white with black hooves and a little black on her face. She helps me bring the news to my side quick as wind.

Journal Entry 2

A conversation I had with one of my friends is showed below.

Friend: Hey possum! You are as fit as a fiddle!

Me: Hi! I see you are toeing the mark. We got some new fresh fish.

Friend: I hope they aren’t Sunday soldiers! Good soldiers are scarce as hens teeth these days.

Me: Yeah, the ones we get have no horse sense.

Friend: We need more chief cook and bottle washers around here.

Me: Well, not many people have been through the mill.

Friend: No kidding. Wanna go fill the bread basket?

Me: I’ll grab the root you get the goobers.

Friend: Let’s go!

Me: I’ve already started to skedaddle.

Journal Entry 3

A page from my diary plus photo.

Been a while now, since my becoming of a spy. Hot-Foot is getting tired of all the running but she'll be fine.

I haven't gotten caught yet. People think it's weird I have a horse though. I tell 'em that my husband given it to me. A lie but it keeps 'em from wonderin' to hard.

Been spending most of my time on enemy lines. Got my hands one some of 'em orders for the troops. I read 'em quick, copied it on a different sheet and run off with the information.

I knew that even if they found me they can't prove nothing. I wrought 'em facts in onion juice so it can only be seen when held up to the sun. It smells awful but I just say I've been cooking.

Saw a man get whipped for talking back to the general out of line. The Union can seem cruel and disorganized at times.

I have included a photo of the place me and some confederates where told to meet. I dropped off the note with the battle plans then left.

Journal Entry 4

Interview with Jeremiah Handley

Me: First question and answer truthfully. Jeremiah, when you chose to leave your mother to fight with your brother what caused you to make that choice?

Jeremiah: I 'new she'll be fine in the end. We've got some good friends looking after her. She told me to go with my brother and to make her happy that's what I did.

Me: Huh, Ok. Jeremiah, looking back what is something in your life that you are proud or happy about?

Jeremiah: Lying about my age when joining the Confederate army. I get to fight in the war with my brother. I got to fight for what I believe in.

Me: What is one thing about your life you wish had been different?

Jeremiah: That's a hard one, probably when I avoided the train even though I was told to board it. Maybe if I went on the train things would have turned out better.

Me: Was your brother one of the dead?

Jeremiah: No, but he had his hand shot so it had to be amputated. I got sick at one point but made in the end.

Journal Entry 5

Another page from my diary.

Sometimes when I'm bored I throw rock at water to try and make 'em skip. Other times I ride my horse around the fields to clear my mind. Most times I walk through enemy camps to see if I can discover any new facts.

To keep my cover I sometimes make hard tack. I tell 'em that it's for the soldiers but I usually make it for Hot-Foot. She loves it but it's hard as nails and has almost no flavor so when I can I avoid eating it.

I have included a photo of one of the confederates camps. The one cutting wood is also a spy and posies as my husband. I came by with a "letter", talked a little with him and then I left. All in a days work.

Journal Entry 6

A song I sometimes sing to myself when alone and bored.

Training till the back is breaking, every part of me is aching.                                         Take a little break for now, Get up quick here they come

That's how the world works every second every day of my life;                                      that's how the world works even when we're losing the good fight;                                that's how world works and I know what I'm doing is right.                                           That's how the world works all the time it's true.

Aim your weapon hold it steady                                                                                      fill the cannons so their ready                                                                                     wait for just the right angle                                                                                             pull the trigger let it fly

That's how the world works every second every day of my life;                                       that's how the world works even when we're losing the good fight;                                   that's how world works and I know what I'm doing is right.                                             That's how the world works all the time it's true.

noise of the cannons shooting                                                                                 nothing compared to what I'm seeing                                                                           living and dead they're all yelling                                                                                       I hope time remembers my name

That's how the world works every second every day of my life;                                       that's how the world works even when we're losing the good fight;                                 that's how world works and I know what I'm doing is right.                                             That's how the world works all the time it's true.

When can I just stop pretending that this war is never ending,                                       Even when I've won I’ve lost some,                                                                                   It just stops and then it starts some;                                                                       someday I’ll just stop it for good.

That's how the world works every second every day;                                                     that's how the world works even when we're losing the good fight;                                 that's how world works and I think what I'm doing has to be right.                                 That's how the world works all the time I now know it's all true. The lies, the impossibilities are now reality, theirs no turning back now. Every second every day.

Journal Entry 7

Small list of illnesses and injuries I have witnessed.

Diarrhea- soldier on my side. Had to bring him food and water when he asked for it.         He survived but unable to continue fighting.

An amputation(hip joint)- soldier from other side. Had to hold him down.                            He died right afterwards.

Typhoid fever- soldier from my side. Had to bath him and put mediation on the rashes.       He survived and kept fighting.

An amputation(elbow)- soldier from other side. Helped with the task.                                  He survived and kept fighting.

Journal entry 8

Last page in my diary

The war has ended and we have lost, we have failed to protect our land, failed to finish the war on top. I guess it's ok. Not as bad as I thought it would be. I have been a traitor, helped the other side half way through. All because I fell in love with one of the people I had to amputate, he lost one arm up to the elbow. He had no family or wife. He had nothing left to hope for. I gave him something to hope for. I told him everything and he told me more about him. I started helping his side, he started helping me. His home got destroyed during the war so when it ended he lived with me. Sometimes I like to think that I saved him and helped save every man that has ever been called a slave.

Url's

"Soldiers Camp." Old-picture.com. N.p., n.d. Web. 13 May 2014.
<http://www.old-picture.com/civil-war/pictures/Soldiers-Camp.jpg>.

"Winter Home." Kidport. N.p., n.d. Web. 6 May 2014. <http://www.kidport.com/
reflib/usahistory/civilwar/Images/WinterHome4a40021r.jpg>.

"Women Spies." Son of the South. N.p., n.d. Web. 1 May 2014.
<http://www.sonofthesouth.net/leefoundation/civil-war/1863/april/
women-spies.jpg>.

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