Nancy Hart
The Spy Who Went Crazy!
by Gail Langer Karwoski
In 1779, Americans were struggling to win freedom from England. In Boston, the Sons of Liberty organized troops to fight the British redcoats. In Vermont, the Green Mountain Boys rode out of the hills to battle the King’s army. Even in the back country of Georgia, brave Americans resisted the English tories. One of the bravest patriots of Georgia was a woman named Nancy Hart. Some people called her the War Woman. This is one of the stories told about her...
Nancy Hart led her horse briskly up the trail toward her cabin. Draped across her horse's back was the deer she had just shot. Her musket poked out of a saddlebag, where she could grab it in a hurry.
As Nancy neared the cabin, a young girl stuck her head out the door. "Make haste, Mother!" the child called. "General Clarke is on his way!"
"Hush, Sukey!" Nancy said quickly. She glanced around nervously.
Nancy’s red hair blazed in the afternoon sun as she tied the horse’s reins to a tree. She hurried into the cabin and slammed the door shut behind her.
As soon as she saw her mother’s face, Sukey realized her mistake. “Oh, Mother, I forgot! I’m sorry," Sukey said miserably. "I forgot that I was not to name the officers in the Revolutionary army. Especially outside our cabin."
Nancy glared at her younger daughter. When she was angry, Nancy’s eyes locked together in a cross-eyed scowl. It reminded Sukey of a hawk about to pounce on a mouse.
"But there's nobody about today, Mother,” Sukey said. “When father came home at noon, he said all was quiet around these parts."
Nancy's face softened and she smoothed Sukey’s hair. "Just so you be more careful, child," Nancy reminded her. "These are troubled times in the Georgia colony. Tory soldiers are scouring the countryside, rounding up every able-bodied man. Those who refuse to take an oath of loyalty to the crown are declared guilty of treason. These days, the wrong word could get a person hung."
Nancy told Sukey to go and find her brothers. “Tell them to dress out the deer. Then get your big sister. It’s time to start cooking supper.”
Sukey hurried, hoping her mother would have time to do the cooking before General Clarke arrived. Nancy was a much better cook than Sukey or her big sister. In these parts, everybody said Nancy Hart was as skilled with a saucepan as she was with a musket.
Benjamin Hart rode up after dark and brought General Clarke with him. The men left their muskets and ammunition inside the door and sat down on the rough chairs around the table.
Although two of the Hart’s older sons were riding with the patriot army tonight, the cabin filled up with the noise of the other six children. As soon as they finished supper, Nancy shooed the smallest boys to bed so the grownups could talk.
"I've gotten word that a British General named Ashe is on his way," said General Clarke. "He's bringing over a thousand redcoats down from northern Carolina. He plans to set up camp across from Augusta and see if he can shake any of our patriots out of the city."
Nancy and Ben Hart listened closely.
"I need to send a spy into the city before they get here," Clarke continued, "to find out how many redcoats are already stationed in Augusta. How much ammunition they have. And what their commander - Lieutenant Colonel Campbell - is planning."
General Clarke looked at Nancy. "It's no problem to get my men into Augusta. The problem is getting them back out. Campbell's soldiers seize every man they can lay hands on, force him to pledge loyalty to the crown, then stick him in the redcoat army."
Ben put his hand on his wife's shoulder. "But if Nancy goes spying in Augusta, she'll be arrested and hung. Everybody’s heard of Nancy Hart, the red-headed patriot who cooks like a woman and shoots like a man."
"I'm not telling Nancy Hart, the famous War Woman of Georgia, to go to Augusta," Clarke replied. He winked as his eyes met Nancy's, and a little smile formed on the corners of his lips.
Nancy laughed and stood up. "I'll ride out tonight," she said. "It'll be safer to travel in the dark."
"Wait a minute, Nancy!" Ben said. He turned to the general. "I thought you just said you weren't sending Nancy to Augusta."
"Oh, Ben! He's not sending War Woman to spy on the British," Nancy explained, chuckling. "Or at least that's not the person who will arrive in Augusta. Instead, a simple-minded young man will ride into the city tomorrow morning. Crazy John is the fellow's name. His empty head is covered with red hair. The only thing he knows is his own name, so there's no use in telling him to repeat an oath of loyalty. Or forcing him to join the King's army. And the British officers can talk freely in Crazy John's presence because he's too simple to understand their plans!"
When Nancy climbed down from the loft, she was wearing an old pair of patched overalls that belonged to Ben. Since Nancy stood six feet tall - taller and heavier than her husband - the pants barely fit. They were much too short. A tattered shirt stuck out of the overalls. And a pair of heavy men's boots were on her feet.
Sukey and the other children stared. Their mother did most of the hunting for the family, so she spent plenty of time outdoors hunting. In wet weather, her skirts got muddy and her sleeves turned reddish-brown from Georgia’s red clay soil. But Nancy had never looked like this! What had happened to her beautiful, long red hair? It was hanging in short, uneven clumps around her forehead. Now Nancy's long neck looked even longer, and her ears stuck out. As the children watched, Nancy knelt at the fireplace and smeared soot on her face.
When Nancy turned to face them, General Clarke smiled his approval. Ben let out a whoop of laughter, and the children giggled at the sight of their mother. Nancy Hart, the War Woman of Georgia, had disappeared. In her place was an awkward young man with ill-fitting clothes and an silly expression on his face.
Sukey quickly gathered up some bread and smoked meat and wrapped the food in a cloth for her mother. Nancy kissed her children, gave her husband a hug, and tramped out the door after General Clarke.
Nancy rode beside the general until they reached his farm. Then she waved good-bye and rode alone through the inky-black countryside. In a few hours, she reached the Cherokee trail to the Savannah River. This trail followed the river into Augusta. Riding hard, Nancy covered as much of the fifty miles as she could before daylight. In the chilly air, her breath made little puffs of steam.
The sun was shining through the trees when Nancy found herself on the outskirts of the city. She saw seven redcoat soldiers leave the fort on horseback, and she ducked into the trees to avoid them.
But the redcoats had already spotted her. One horsemen called, "Halt! In the name of the King, halt."
Nancy dismounted. She stuffed some pine needles in her mouth and grinned stupidly as the soldier approached. "Care for some greens?" she asked in a dreamy voice. "They're good and ripe. Be better with fatback, though. But there's none to be had. Not with all you lobsters riding hither and yon."
The redcoat soldier pulled up his horse and frowned. "Watch your tongue, young fellow! I wear the uniform of the King's soldiers. And that is not a joking matter."
Nancy grinned and scooped up a stone and a pinecone. "Care for a potato, Sir Joking Matter?" She offered the stone to the soldier. Then she held up the pinecone. "Or this ear of corn? You can use my linen napkin if the corn should drip on your fine, red uniform." Nancy ripped off an edge of her tattered shirt and offered it to the soldier.
The soldier squinted at Nancy. “Why, you’re not right in the head,” the soldier said. "You follow me," he ordered.
Nancy tried to hand the soldier the stone and pinecone.
"And throw away that rubbish!" he shouted.
Nancy hung her head. "I cannot," she said sadly. She stuffed the objects into the pockets of her overalls and smiled peacefully. "Waste not, want not," she said in a singsong voice as she led her horse after the soldier. "Waste not, want not. Want not, waste not. Not want, not waste," she babbled.
"Hold your tongue!" growled the soldier over his shoulder.
As soon as they caught up with the others, the soldier reported that this red-haired fellow was not right in the head. The officer frowned. He looked at Nancy and asked, "Have you sworn an oath of loyalty to the King, young man?"
"Oh no, sir!" Nancy replied in a shocked voice. "Why,'tis a sin to swear! I won't be made a sinner. Not me." Nancy giggled merrily. "But you must have a fever, sir. Why, look at you - you're as red as a lobster! Do you need a drink?" And she pulled the stone out of her pocket, spit on it several times, and held it in her two hands like a cup of water. Carefully, as if she was balancing a brimming cup, she reached out to give the wet stone to the officer.
The officer took a step back. "Keep your hands away from me," he ordered in a disgusted voice. He turned and spoke to his soldiers. "Leave that simpleton here," he commanded. "He'd be no more use to the British army than that stone he's offering me to drink."
The soldiers chuckled and turned to ride off. But one soldier said, "The simpleton can do no harm, Sergeant. And evenings are dull in this back country."
Pulling up his horse, the sergeant paused. He grinned slyly. The captain had a fine sense of humor, he remembered. The sergeant decided to play a little joke. He ordered one of his men to lead the simpleton into the city to report to the captain.
As one of the British soldiers led Crazy John into the city, the sergeant and the rest of the soldiers rode away, chuckling. And that's how Nancy Hart, the American spy, was escorted into Augusta by a soldier of the King!
Inside the city, Crazy John gave the soldiers plenty of laughs. Such a simple fellow she seemed! "Why, Crazy John can't tell a stone from a potato!" hooted the soldiers. Eagerly, the men called her to their cook fires. While the soldiers teased and chuckled, Nancy listened and watched. She learned how many men were stationed in Augusta, how much ammunition they had, and where it was stored.
Nancy wandered through the occupied city. She slipped into groups of soldiers, pretending to mistake a soldier's hat for the crown of the English King. While the men laughed at her stupidity, she strained to hear whispered conversations. She discovered that many of the back country men who had been forced into the King's service were secretly planning to run off as soon as they had a chance.
An officer called her, and she leapfrogged over to the man. Then she grabbed his rough blanket and asked why he had brought his wife's wedding gown to battle. The man doubled over with laughter as Nancy pranced around the officers' campfire, babbling nonsense.
Nancy hung around the fire, her ears wide open. She learned that Campbell's scouts had gotten word about the arrival of General Ashe and his troops. The British were planning to combine their troops outside Augusta and make camp farther south along the Savannah River. To Nancy’s horror, she heard that another British commander, Colonel John Boyd, was also marching into Georgia to unite his force with British troops at the Little River. Boyd would bring almost 700 British soldiers with him. When all of the British soldiers arrived, they would join together into one powerful army. Then they would capture the whole colony of Georgia!
Nancy thought fast. If the freedom fighters could cut off Boyd's force before it reached Little River, then the British would not have so big an army. Perhaps one well-timed battle would destroy their plans to take Georgia. Nancy had to get this new information to General Clarke as quickly as possible!
Nancy pretended to doze while the officers shuffled off to their sleeping quarters. Then she waited in the darkness, listening until she was sure the city was sleeping. Quietly, she tiptoed to the stables and found her horse. She saddled him and led him to the gates.
“Halt! Who goes there?” the night guard’s voice pierced the quiet.
Nancy thought fast. She knew that nobody was allowed to leave the city without a pass from a British officer. "You ordered me to go to Augusta," Nancy whined pitifully. "To see the captain and give him a cup of water."
"I ordered no such thing, young man," the guard replied, a puzzled look on his face.
"You ordered me to go to Augusta!" Nancy insisted in a loud voice.
"I don't know what you're talking about," said the guard. "Who ordered you?"
"You did," she repeated, "the man in the red coat."
The guard was becoming impatient. "Look here, all British soldiers have red coats. Besides you're already in Augusta. If I let you out this gate, you'll be leaving Augusta."
"I have to give the captain a cup of water," Nancy repeated. She took the stone out of her pocket, spit on it, and showed it to the guard.
Attracted by the noise, the sergeant of the guards hurried over and asked what was wrong.
The guard shrugged his shoulders. “This young fellow insists that he has orders to go to Augusta. He's talking complete nonsense," said the guard. "He claims that I ordered him into the city. But I've never set eyes on him before. He's got no pass to leave. Should I have him thrown in prison?"
Nancy drew in her breath. She was playing a risky game. If she was thrown into prison, how would she get her information to General Clarke?
The sergeant took a close look at Nancy and chuckled. "Oh, this is the simpleton. No, don't put him in prison. Campbell will be moving us out of the city in a few days. What would be the point in making this crazy fellow rot in prison?" said the sergeant. "Just let him go. He's of no use to anybody."
The guard hesitated, frowning. But he finally opened the gates and let Crazy John ride out of Augusta. As soon as the simpleton was safely under the trees, he sat up straight and urged the horse to a gallop. War Woman rode hard all night and reached General Clarke's farm at midday. Panting, she delivered her news.
General Clarke listened carefully. "Good work, Nancy," he exclaimed. "You're the best secret weapon we've got!"
On February 14, 1779, General Clarke's freedom fighters surprised Colonel Boyd's British troops at Kettle Creek. Although the British outnumbered them three to one, the Americans won the battle.
The Battle of Kettle Creek was the most decisive American victory during the Revolutionary War in Georgia. Benjamin Hart and one of his sons fought in the battle. So did his wife, Nancy Hart, the War Woman of Georgia.
by Gail Langer Karwoski
In 1779, Americans were struggling to win freedom from England. In Boston, the Sons of Liberty organized troops to fight the British redcoats. In Vermont, the Green Mountain Boys rode out of the hills to battle the King’s army. Even in the back country of Georgia, brave Americans resisted the English tories. One of the bravest patriots of Georgia was a woman named Nancy Hart. Some people called her the War Woman. This is one of the stories told about her...
Nancy Hart led her horse briskly up the trail toward her cabin. Draped across her horse's back was the deer she had just shot. Her musket poked out of a saddlebag, where she could grab it in a hurry.
As Nancy neared the cabin, a young girl stuck her head out the door. "Make haste, Mother!" the child called. "General Clarke is on his way!"
"Hush, Sukey!" Nancy said quickly. She glanced around nervously.
Nancy’s red hair blazed in the afternoon sun as she tied the horse’s reins to a tree. She hurried into the cabin and slammed the door shut behind her.
As soon as she saw her mother’s face, Sukey realized her mistake. “Oh, Mother, I forgot! I’m sorry," Sukey said miserably. "I forgot that I was not to name the officers in the Revolutionary army. Especially outside our cabin."
Nancy glared at her younger daughter. When she was angry, Nancy’s eyes locked together in a cross-eyed scowl. It reminded Sukey of a hawk about to pounce on a mouse.
"But there's nobody about today, Mother,” Sukey said. “When father came home at noon, he said all was quiet around these parts."
Nancy's face softened and she smoothed Sukey’s hair. "Just so you be more careful, child," Nancy reminded her. "These are troubled times in the Georgia colony. Tory soldiers are scouring the countryside, rounding up every able-bodied man. Those who refuse to take an oath of loyalty to the crown are declared guilty of treason. These days, the wrong word could get a person hung."
Nancy told Sukey to go and find her brothers. “Tell them to dress out the deer. Then get your big sister. It’s time to start cooking supper.”
Sukey hurried, hoping her mother would have time to do the cooking before General Clarke arrived. Nancy was a much better cook than Sukey or her big sister. In these parts, everybody said Nancy Hart was as skilled with a saucepan as she was with a musket.
Benjamin Hart rode up after dark and brought General Clarke with him. The men left their muskets and ammunition inside the door and sat down on the rough chairs around the table.
Although two of the Hart’s older sons were riding with the patriot army tonight, the cabin filled up with the noise of the other six children. As soon as they finished supper, Nancy shooed the smallest boys to bed so the grownups could talk.
"I've gotten word that a British General named Ashe is on his way," said General Clarke. "He's bringing over a thousand redcoats down from northern Carolina. He plans to set up camp across from Augusta and see if he can shake any of our patriots out of the city."
Nancy and Ben Hart listened closely.
"I need to send a spy into the city before they get here," Clarke continued, "to find out how many redcoats are already stationed in Augusta. How much ammunition they have. And what their commander - Lieutenant Colonel Campbell - is planning."
General Clarke looked at Nancy. "It's no problem to get my men into Augusta. The problem is getting them back out. Campbell's soldiers seize every man they can lay hands on, force him to pledge loyalty to the crown, then stick him in the redcoat army."
Ben put his hand on his wife's shoulder. "But if Nancy goes spying in Augusta, she'll be arrested and hung. Everybody’s heard of Nancy Hart, the red-headed patriot who cooks like a woman and shoots like a man."
"I'm not telling Nancy Hart, the famous War Woman of Georgia, to go to Augusta," Clarke replied. He winked as his eyes met Nancy's, and a little smile formed on the corners of his lips.
Nancy laughed and stood up. "I'll ride out tonight," she said. "It'll be safer to travel in the dark."
"Wait a minute, Nancy!" Ben said. He turned to the general. "I thought you just said you weren't sending Nancy to Augusta."
"Oh, Ben! He's not sending War Woman to spy on the British," Nancy explained, chuckling. "Or at least that's not the person who will arrive in Augusta. Instead, a simple-minded young man will ride into the city tomorrow morning. Crazy John is the fellow's name. His empty head is covered with red hair. The only thing he knows is his own name, so there's no use in telling him to repeat an oath of loyalty. Or forcing him to join the King's army. And the British officers can talk freely in Crazy John's presence because he's too simple to understand their plans!"
When Nancy climbed down from the loft, she was wearing an old pair of patched overalls that belonged to Ben. Since Nancy stood six feet tall - taller and heavier than her husband - the pants barely fit. They were much too short. A tattered shirt stuck out of the overalls. And a pair of heavy men's boots were on her feet.
Sukey and the other children stared. Their mother did most of the hunting for the family, so she spent plenty of time outdoors hunting. In wet weather, her skirts got muddy and her sleeves turned reddish-brown from Georgia’s red clay soil. But Nancy had never looked like this! What had happened to her beautiful, long red hair? It was hanging in short, uneven clumps around her forehead. Now Nancy's long neck looked even longer, and her ears stuck out. As the children watched, Nancy knelt at the fireplace and smeared soot on her face.
When Nancy turned to face them, General Clarke smiled his approval. Ben let out a whoop of laughter, and the children giggled at the sight of their mother. Nancy Hart, the War Woman of Georgia, had disappeared. In her place was an awkward young man with ill-fitting clothes and an silly expression on his face.
Sukey quickly gathered up some bread and smoked meat and wrapped the food in a cloth for her mother. Nancy kissed her children, gave her husband a hug, and tramped out the door after General Clarke.
Nancy rode beside the general until they reached his farm. Then she waved good-bye and rode alone through the inky-black countryside. In a few hours, she reached the Cherokee trail to the Savannah River. This trail followed the river into Augusta. Riding hard, Nancy covered as much of the fifty miles as she could before daylight. In the chilly air, her breath made little puffs of steam.
The sun was shining through the trees when Nancy found herself on the outskirts of the city. She saw seven redcoat soldiers leave the fort on horseback, and she ducked into the trees to avoid them.
But the redcoats had already spotted her. One horsemen called, "Halt! In the name of the King, halt."
Nancy dismounted. She stuffed some pine needles in her mouth and grinned stupidly as the soldier approached. "Care for some greens?" she asked in a dreamy voice. "They're good and ripe. Be better with fatback, though. But there's none to be had. Not with all you lobsters riding hither and yon."
The redcoat soldier pulled up his horse and frowned. "Watch your tongue, young fellow! I wear the uniform of the King's soldiers. And that is not a joking matter."
Nancy grinned and scooped up a stone and a pinecone. "Care for a potato, Sir Joking Matter?" She offered the stone to the soldier. Then she held up the pinecone. "Or this ear of corn? You can use my linen napkin if the corn should drip on your fine, red uniform." Nancy ripped off an edge of her tattered shirt and offered it to the soldier.
The soldier squinted at Nancy. “Why, you’re not right in the head,” the soldier said. "You follow me," he ordered.
Nancy tried to hand the soldier the stone and pinecone.
"And throw away that rubbish!" he shouted.
Nancy hung her head. "I cannot," she said sadly. She stuffed the objects into the pockets of her overalls and smiled peacefully. "Waste not, want not," she said in a singsong voice as she led her horse after the soldier. "Waste not, want not. Want not, waste not. Not want, not waste," she babbled.
"Hold your tongue!" growled the soldier over his shoulder.
As soon as they caught up with the others, the soldier reported that this red-haired fellow was not right in the head. The officer frowned. He looked at Nancy and asked, "Have you sworn an oath of loyalty to the King, young man?"
"Oh no, sir!" Nancy replied in a shocked voice. "Why,'tis a sin to swear! I won't be made a sinner. Not me." Nancy giggled merrily. "But you must have a fever, sir. Why, look at you - you're as red as a lobster! Do you need a drink?" And she pulled the stone out of her pocket, spit on it several times, and held it in her two hands like a cup of water. Carefully, as if she was balancing a brimming cup, she reached out to give the wet stone to the officer.
The officer took a step back. "Keep your hands away from me," he ordered in a disgusted voice. He turned and spoke to his soldiers. "Leave that simpleton here," he commanded. "He'd be no more use to the British army than that stone he's offering me to drink."
The soldiers chuckled and turned to ride off. But one soldier said, "The simpleton can do no harm, Sergeant. And evenings are dull in this back country."
Pulling up his horse, the sergeant paused. He grinned slyly. The captain had a fine sense of humor, he remembered. The sergeant decided to play a little joke. He ordered one of his men to lead the simpleton into the city to report to the captain.
As one of the British soldiers led Crazy John into the city, the sergeant and the rest of the soldiers rode away, chuckling. And that's how Nancy Hart, the American spy, was escorted into Augusta by a soldier of the King!
Inside the city, Crazy John gave the soldiers plenty of laughs. Such a simple fellow she seemed! "Why, Crazy John can't tell a stone from a potato!" hooted the soldiers. Eagerly, the men called her to their cook fires. While the soldiers teased and chuckled, Nancy listened and watched. She learned how many men were stationed in Augusta, how much ammunition they had, and where it was stored.
Nancy wandered through the occupied city. She slipped into groups of soldiers, pretending to mistake a soldier's hat for the crown of the English King. While the men laughed at her stupidity, she strained to hear whispered conversations. She discovered that many of the back country men who had been forced into the King's service were secretly planning to run off as soon as they had a chance.
An officer called her, and she leapfrogged over to the man. Then she grabbed his rough blanket and asked why he had brought his wife's wedding gown to battle. The man doubled over with laughter as Nancy pranced around the officers' campfire, babbling nonsense.
Nancy hung around the fire, her ears wide open. She learned that Campbell's scouts had gotten word about the arrival of General Ashe and his troops. The British were planning to combine their troops outside Augusta and make camp farther south along the Savannah River. To Nancy’s horror, she heard that another British commander, Colonel John Boyd, was also marching into Georgia to unite his force with British troops at the Little River. Boyd would bring almost 700 British soldiers with him. When all of the British soldiers arrived, they would join together into one powerful army. Then they would capture the whole colony of Georgia!
Nancy thought fast. If the freedom fighters could cut off Boyd's force before it reached Little River, then the British would not have so big an army. Perhaps one well-timed battle would destroy their plans to take Georgia. Nancy had to get this new information to General Clarke as quickly as possible!
Nancy pretended to doze while the officers shuffled off to their sleeping quarters. Then she waited in the darkness, listening until she was sure the city was sleeping. Quietly, she tiptoed to the stables and found her horse. She saddled him and led him to the gates.
“Halt! Who goes there?” the night guard’s voice pierced the quiet.
Nancy thought fast. She knew that nobody was allowed to leave the city without a pass from a British officer. "You ordered me to go to Augusta," Nancy whined pitifully. "To see the captain and give him a cup of water."
"I ordered no such thing, young man," the guard replied, a puzzled look on his face.
"You ordered me to go to Augusta!" Nancy insisted in a loud voice.
"I don't know what you're talking about," said the guard. "Who ordered you?"
"You did," she repeated, "the man in the red coat."
The guard was becoming impatient. "Look here, all British soldiers have red coats. Besides you're already in Augusta. If I let you out this gate, you'll be leaving Augusta."
"I have to give the captain a cup of water," Nancy repeated. She took the stone out of her pocket, spit on it, and showed it to the guard.
Attracted by the noise, the sergeant of the guards hurried over and asked what was wrong.
The guard shrugged his shoulders. “This young fellow insists that he has orders to go to Augusta. He's talking complete nonsense," said the guard. "He claims that I ordered him into the city. But I've never set eyes on him before. He's got no pass to leave. Should I have him thrown in prison?"
Nancy drew in her breath. She was playing a risky game. If she was thrown into prison, how would she get her information to General Clarke?
The sergeant took a close look at Nancy and chuckled. "Oh, this is the simpleton. No, don't put him in prison. Campbell will be moving us out of the city in a few days. What would be the point in making this crazy fellow rot in prison?" said the sergeant. "Just let him go. He's of no use to anybody."
The guard hesitated, frowning. But he finally opened the gates and let Crazy John ride out of Augusta. As soon as the simpleton was safely under the trees, he sat up straight and urged the horse to a gallop. War Woman rode hard all night and reached General Clarke's farm at midday. Panting, she delivered her news.
General Clarke listened carefully. "Good work, Nancy," he exclaimed. "You're the best secret weapon we've got!"
On February 14, 1779, General Clarke's freedom fighters surprised Colonel Boyd's British troops at Kettle Creek. Although the British outnumbered them three to one, the Americans won the battle.
The Battle of Kettle Creek was the most decisive American victory during the Revolutionary War in Georgia. Benjamin Hart and one of his sons fought in the battle. So did his wife, Nancy Hart, the War Woman of Georgia.
