January 10, 1866:
Ohio State Journal
Yesterday in accordance with orders from Department Headquarters, Colonel George A. Woodward, Twenty-second Veteran Reserve Corps, late Post Commandant at Camp Chase, assumed command, with Lieutenant H. M. Jewett as Assistant- Adjutant General. Col. Wood , of the Fourth Veteran Reserve Regiment (Hancock's Corps.), succeeds him as commander of the post at Camp Chase.

February 12, 1866:
The military records and documents of Camp Chase were turned over to the City of Columbus, and the camp ceased to be considered as an army post, although, for safety of the public property it was still under guard of a detachment of the Veteran Reserve Corps.

March 1866:
A sale of the Government property at the camp began in March but was suspended by order from the War Department.

April, 1866:
By the middle of April all Government property had been removed except the buildings, and these were tenantless.

May 1, 1866:
Ohio Weekly State Journal Saturday May 5, 1866
a reporter for the Ohio State Journal visited Camp Chase:
CAMP CHASE IN ITS DECLINE- During the war there flourished as a thing of life, a few miles from Columbus, a great military center, a city within itself a monstrous struggling thing, bound down by law and force, a something with an organism different from all around it, a power in the land looked to with anxious eye, a living giant preparing always for a great struggle. It is no longer a military centre, no more a living thing; the city is deserted, the giant's form a skeleton. Hundreds and thousands of armed men, paraded as the guardians of the living thing; a single man unarmed, keeps watch and ward over the remains of the thing dead waiting burial. Two years ago you entered the precincts of Camp Chase armed with passes signed and counter signed; were directed by short spoken orderlies; warned by straight up-and-down sentinels; received with punctilious standoffishness by officials; and came away duly impressed with the military power of the country. Now, you drive up to the gate as you would that of a cemetery; the guardian presents himself in his shirt sleeves; you tell him your desires; he kicks away a huge stone; opens the gate; cautions you a little, and you enter unchallenged and unheralded to the mighty presence of the great solitude of loneliness. The rows of barracks remain unchanged; the flowers planted by some careful wife of some careless officer are ready to record that "the hand of woman has been here"; the flag staff stands without pulley, rope or flag; the chapel with its half change in the latter day to the theater remains a monument of the one, a tell tale of the other. The prison pens frown still with barred gates, but are silent within. In one, (prison #1) the scaffold upon which Hartup and Oliver were executed stands firm- the grim guardian of the ghostly solitude- and with beam in place and trap half sprung seems waiting for another victim. Everywhere are the marks of the skeleton. The pump stocks have all been withdrawn from the wells; the windows taken from the buildings; grass growing on the parade ground.
Old shoes tumbled into promiscuous groupings tell which buildings have been last occupied, and the martin boxes give some signs of life. A little fruit tree in the midst of all this loneliness, blossoms and puts forth leaves with all the proud defiance of nature, and with scornful fling with every wave of wind for the works of man perishing on every side.
Camp Chase has but a few visitors now and these few can scarcely tell why they go. Proud and Powerful while living, it is not great, but only silent and gloomy in its decline.

1866-1869:
Following the end of the Civil War and the release of its remaining prisoners the wooden walls and barracks at Camp Chase were razed and the lumber used to build a wall around the cemetery. Wooden headboards were set up to mark the graves, but little else was done towards upkeep of the cemetery. During the administrations of Rutherford B. Hayes as governor of Ohio (1867-1869 and 1875) a farmer living near by was paid $25.00 a year by the state of Ohio to take care of the cemetery. When Hayes left office this item of maintenance was discontinued.

1872:
The Heirs of John G. Holloways Estate sold the land known as Camp Chase to Robert Hague, William Binns, Miller Gibson and John Hussey members of a Quaker settlement.

April 23,1879:
During the war the area occupied by Camp Chase Military Prison had been leased by the Federal Government, which lease continued until 23 April 1879 when the area occupied by the cemetery was purchased from the executors of the estate of John G. Holloway for $500.00. Purchase of the cemetery land was made pursuant to an act of the Forty-Fifth Congress dated 25 February 1879 authorizing the directing the Secretary of War to purchase..." a certain lot of ground containing two and one half acres, more or less, situated near the City of Columbus, Ohio on the site of what was formerly known as Camp Chase and used by the United States as a burial place for the rebel prisoners who died while confined in the said Camp Chase (Ohio) Military Prison.."

1879-1895:
The period from 1879-1895 appears to have been one of neglect insofar as Camp Chase Confederate Cemetery was concerned, the only improvement to the site being the erection of a stone wall around the cemetery. In 1895 efforts to improve the physical appearance of the cemetery and to commemorate the services of those interred therein were initiated by Mr. William H. Knauss. The first memorial service was held in June of 1895, with a modest turn out.

June 5, 1896:
One year later the efforts of Mr. Knauss and others whom he had interested in his project met with greater success. Some fifty or more persons gathered at the cemetery for brief memorial services. American flags were placed at the graves, and Union Veterans assisted Confederate veterans in placing flowers. The speakers stand was a cart brought into the cemetery by a neighboring farmer.

June 6, 1897:
The memorial service this year was even more successful. Col. Bennett H. Young, of Kentucky who was imprisoned at Camp Chase , delivered the address, and Judge David Pugh of Columbus represented the soldiers of the Union Army. The mayor of Columbus attended and the 14th Infantry Ohio National Guards fired a salute.

June 4, 1898:
The memorial service this year had an attendance of some 4,000- 5,000 persons. This service featured the Confederate Glee Club of Louisville Kentucky, Many flowers were sent by Confederate Veteran Organizations, and Southern Cities.

June 1900:
This memorial service marked the first which the Governor of Ohio attended, George K. Nash.

June 7, 1902:
A memorial arch of rough hewn granite blocks which had been erected through public donations was unveiled at the cemetery by Gov. Nash. This arch, which was located about seventy five feet within the cemetery from the Sullivant Ave. entrance, is topped by a bronze statue of a Confederate private soldier. It spans a huge boulder, long a landmark of the cemetery, bearing the following inscription:
"2260 Confederate Soldiers of the War 1861-1865 Buried in this Enclosure"
This figure represents interments prior to removal of some remains for re-burial in their home states, as official record of interments at Camp Chase Confederate Cemetery indicates burial of 2,168 in 2,122 grave sites. No additional burials have been made in the cemetery since shortly after the war, when 31 Confederate prisoners who died at Camp Dennison we re-interred therein. The number of graves which where moved from the city cemetery, which was used at the beginning of the war was counted in.

March 9, 1906:
Pursuant to an act of congress approved March 9, 1906 authorizing the marking of graves of Confederate soldiers and sailors who died in federal prisons and military hospitals in the north, white marble government head stones were erected at all graves in Camp Chase Confederate Cemetery. Though most of the graves in this cemetery were unmarked prior to the passage of this act, location and identification of grave sites was made from a plat of the cemetery drawn up in 1866* under authority of the governor of Ohio and filed with the office of the Adjutant General of Ohio.
*Note: In 1902 the stone wall, podium, and monument actually covered graves on the 1866 plot and the stones were grouped closer together. During the WPA the stones were reset. Today many of the graves do not correspond to the 1866 plot. Trees have grown to displace stones and graves.

1926:
Confederate Veteran
Confederate Grave In Ohio
The following comes from H. Mowery, City Editor of the Ohio State Journal, Columbus, Ohio:
"Recently during the razing of an old building near the central railroad yards here, there was uncovered an old headstone of a Confederate soldier of Virginia.
As may be known, there is a cemetery of Confederate dead in Columbus, Camp Chase, but its site and place where the headstone was found are miles apart, and it is hardly possible there is any connection between the cemetery and this stone.
It is our purpose to have the proper authorities here restore the stone to the grave where it belongs if we can learn its whereabouts or identity of the soldier.
The inscription reads:
1573 -- Henry McCoy, Co. D, 62 VA. Reg. C.S.A.
We would be grateful for any information about this."
Note: this grave stone did belong at Camp Chase, how it was misplaced will be a mystery- PAC

October 2, 1931:
Hilltop Record
Hilltop Started 69 Years Ago
Says Charles W. Haldy, One Of Few Residents Here Then
"Eighteen hundred sixty-one,
That's the year the war begun,
Eighteen hundred sixty-five,
The year the soldiers fought for their lives"
Thus quoted Charles W. Haldy, 2970 W. Broad St., one of the old time residents of the Hilltop when questioned by a Record reported concerning just how old this community is.
Mr. Haldy came to this section in 1862 then at the age of 14. His father had purchased a farm and moved his family here after he had determined his eyesight was failing. Mr. Haldy's uncle had built a log house in 1860 on what is now North Hague Ave, just south of Crystal Springs Drive. The house is still standing, although it has been remodeled.
He recalls that there was nothing but timber covering the Hilltop then and the real nucleus of the Hilltop as a community was the building activity at Camp Chase. The buildings of the camp began to form the appearance of a miniature village and the presence of the many soldiers made this a lively place at times. And all things the soldiers did in those days could not be commended, according to Mr. Haldy.
And so it is from the resident who has lived here longest that we get information concerning the founding of this community. For sixty-nine years Mr. Haldy has watched the growth of this community and until several years after the Civil War was over that growth was slow, he states. "No one back in those days could be made to realize that this land would ever have the value it has today." He recalls that after the war his father decided to try to purchase the site of Camp Chase. The land could be bought at $70 an acre. The section north of the national road looked best and so he purchased it. The Friends came along about that time and offered $90 an acre for the site of the camp.
Back in 1862 the Four Mile House, corner of Roys avenue, was one of the outstanding places in this section of the country. Travelers to and from the west stopped there and many were the stories that emanated therefrom. The stage coach made its way through here then, but stopped running soon after on account of the approach of railroads into the west.
Mr. Haldy at age 83 is in very good health and does his share of real labor on his farm and about the house. He, with Mrs. Haldy and their daughter, Gertrude live in the Broad street home into which they moved after they were married in 1887. One other daughter, Mrs. H. M. Kitsmiller, lives at Hudson Ohio.
Mr. Haldy was born in Zweibruecken, Germany, which he explains, means "two bridges." In 1883 he visited the old home place in Germany and again in 1927, he toured Europe. He also has traveled much in the United States and recalls with pleasure his trip to the west and Pikes Peak.

November 5, 1950:
Hilltop Record
"Camp Chase Prison was the receiving place of thousands of Confederate prisoners during the Civil War, who were brought there and held for exchange, etc. The greatest number there at any one time was in 1863, when about 8,000 prisoners were quartered within the stockades [sic we know this is incorrect now.]. "
"Naturally the congregation of a large number of men like that would experience more or less sickness, disease, etc., which resulted in a large death roll; hence the present Confederate Cemetery, which was the burying ground for those prisoners during the days of the war. (It is said that three Union soldiers are also buried there.)"
"A disease that infected the camp a good deal was smallpox, which broke out among the prisoners and took a large toll. In order to combat this disease and care for the afflicted, a separate building was erected south of the prison ground along the east line of the camp, and was known as the "pesthouse". (It is said that an old thorn tree which still stands along the west side of Hague -av a short distance north of Sullivant is the same one which stood beside that building.) A wagon known as the "black Mariar" conveyed the dead from that place to the graveyard."
"There stood at that time, on the south side of Sullivant Road, opposite the site of the present Confederate Cemetery, a large farm house which was occupied by a Mr. Lacey, with a large family. One of the members of this family was an ambitious son of about 14 years, named Henry. He, like most farm boys, was the possessor of one member of the farm's livestock. In this instance it was a pig. Though Henry was raising the pig for the purpose of supplying the wants of the inner man, the piggie was developing his talents for a "roadster". It was one day in late spring of 1864 when this valued possession of Henry's resolved then to embark upon a foraging expedition, probably taking the desire by seeing the soldiers' exploits. He hadn't wandered far from his own "fireside" until Henry started in pursuit, and was about to overtake him when with a grunt, he quickly threw his gear in "high" and ran for the guard line, then made a shoot for the smallpox shed, where he took refuge beneath the floor."
"Now Henry had just one idea on this occasion, and that was to recover his pig. He also started across the guard line, but was ordered to stop by the guard--which Henry didn't do. The guard told him he'd shoot. Henry told him to blaze away, but he was going to get his pig; which he did by crawling under the shed, grabbing the squealing pig and withdrawing it, smallpox germs and all, from under the shed with an attitude of victory and satisfaction that can well be imagined."
"But the victory was not all on Henry's side, for in "the fullness of time" Henry was down with an A-1 case of smallpox. Twelve members of his father's family contracted the disease and four brothers died with it." "Henry Lacey now lives at 353 Clarendon-av. He is one of the oldest residents on the Hilltop, having never lived further then three miles away, except 18 months, since 1857."
"He tells of a little joke some of the boys of the 88th Regiment, which was doing guard duty at Camp Chase, played on some "squirrel hunters" (new recruits for the Union Army). An army mule was confiscated and decorated all over with canteens, old kettles, cans etc., and turned loose and headed into camp to the place where these new recruits were stationed. Then a cry went up that General Morgan was on his way to attack Camp Chase, and this, one of his mules, was loaded with all kinds of explosives and was liable to blow up any minute. Of course the joke worked, with the result that a lot of those victims are reported as having run faster than some of Columbus's citizens the day the 'dam busted' in 1913".

October 1991
Blue & Gray Magazine by David E. Roth
Number 6

The Kind Ladies
of Old Camp Chase
This is a tale of love and war, prison bars and eternal hope. When a Southern woman learned that her older husband had died at Camp Chase prison near Columbus, Ohio, the widow went in search of his grave, possibly to take him home. By some accounts her fruitless journey continues to this day. Camp Chase was many things in its heyday: training camp and muster-out post for Union soldiers, detention camp for Northern boys caught in parole limbo, and a prison for Confederates. The most prisoners at any one time was about 9,000. By Civil War standards it was not a bad place to spend the war, the prison maintaining a mortality rate through 1864 of only 4 deaths per 100 men.
But in early 1865, when captives arrived from Hood's Tennessee Campaign, all of them exhausted and under-nourished, many suffering from disease and untreated wounds, the death rate soared--almost 1 in 4 for the months of January to June!--as prisoners literally walked in the front gate and dropped over dead. In all, some 2,200 Confederates died at Camp Chase prison, almost 1,400 of them in 1865. One remains a mystery to this day.
No one remembers when the widow first came to Columbus in search of her husband, but the best sources for such things place her arrival sometime during the decade after the war. Only one burial, No. 46, recorded the dead man as "Unknown," yet she searched the prison cemetery and there was no grave for her husband. For you see, the wooden markers were rotting away, and the whole cemetery was being overrun with weeds. Local sentiment was strong against her in those early postwar years, and no one seemed to care about the Camp Chase dead, not even Southerners.
The widow came and went, many, many times, looking for some scrap of evidence that might identify her husband's grave, or perhaps content just to be near him in spirit. Her presence became common place, her tears of mourning the only homage paid to the men of Camp Chase who never went home. On many occasions passersby would see her in the cemetery, clad never in black but all in gray, a handkerchief clutched in her hand or held to her cheek to wipe away the tears. She became known as the Gray Lady of Camp Chase. How tragic it seems now, knowing that the Gray Lady might never have known of the other cemetery. Indeed, the first 99 captives to die at Camp Chase were not buried at the prison, but rather at a small city cemetery some half-dozen miles away. The very first, on April 6, 1862, was Lt. J.M.Chields, a Mississippi fellow taken at Fort Donelson. The last was known simply as J. Wells, Co. E, 1st Kentucky Cavalry, who passed away on July 27,1863.
The following month the prison cemetery at Camp Chase was laid out, and the next 2,000 to die were buried there. Could the Gray Lady's husband have been one of the forgotten 99? Could he have been Lt. D. F. Briden of Texas, whose scant record, resurrected at the turn of the century, indicates only that he was "taken by mistake and removed to Glover's Gap, Marion Co.,Va."?
One day the Gray Lady disappeared and was never heard from again. Perhaps she died of a broken heart. But years and years since the Gray Lady vanished, some have stood in the cemetery on quiet evenings, with only the wind in the trees to break the solemn silence of the hallowed place, have heard a faint cry and turned just in time to see a gray figure disappear among the shadows, searching, forever searching . . .

EPILOGUE: Many years after the Civil War the remains of 68 dead Confederates were exhumed from Livingston Park in Columbus, about six miles from Camp Chase. Identifications were made as best as possible, and the remains were taken to the prison cemetery for reburial alongside their Camp Chase brethren. Today Children's Hospital occupies the site of the old burial place. Folks walking by the hospital in the evening have reported seeing the figure of a woman, dressed all in gray, walking among the shadows, crying, as if she has lost something very dear to her. When approached, she simply disappears. Coincidence?

Some years before the Civil War, John Ransburgh of Franklin County, Ohio, boarded a flatboat at the Columbus wharf and traveled down the Scioto River to Portsmouth on the Ohio. From there the adventuresome young man proceeded by way of the Ohio and Mississippi rivers to New Orleans. He met and later married Nancy Butler, of refined Louisiana stock.
Nothing in the family record indicates any displeasure over Nancy marrying a Yankee, but the couple eventually moved to New Madrid, Missouri, on the Mississippi River where, possibly due to the wealth of his bride's family (though he may have had a nest-egg himself), John Ransburgh established himself on a small plantation, complete with slave labor. When a daughter was born December 10,1849, she was named Louisiana, after her mother's home state.
The child was cared for by a black "mammy" named Lily, or just "Black Maw" to the family. Over the years John Ransburgh prospered and came to appear more and more like a Southern planter than the country boy from Ohio who years before had left his family behind and set out for an adventure on a flatboat. In 1858 Nancy Ransburgh died, touching the family with tragedy, and then three years later the Civil War came . New Mad rid was soon at the center of the maelstrom as Federal troops sought to open the Mississippi River and thus split the Confederacy in two. Occupied by Confederate forces in July 1861, the town and nearby Island No. 10 in the Mississippi became Rebel strongholds that the Federals, under General John Pope, began operations against in February 1862.
By March 3, the town was under siege, and a heavy bombardment was unleashed on the 13th, causing the Confederates to evacuate their works for better positions on Island No. 10. On March 14, Pope's troops marched into New Madrid and claimed it for the Union. If that were not enough for the frightened, demoralized inhabitants of the town, most of whom were Southern sympathizers, on April 2, a tornado swept through New Madrid causing considerable personal injury and damage to property not already wrecked by Yankee artillery. Bad news came again on April 7, when Island No. 10 fell.
Ironically, some of the Confederate prisoners were sent north to Camp Chase, near Columbus, Ohio, and but a short walk from John Ransburgh's old homeplace, where he still had family contacts.
Now under Federal occupation, with occasional skirmishing, guerrilla strikes, and personal outrages committed almost daily, New Madrid was not the place Louisiana Ransburgh's father wanted his teenage daughter. Some time in 1864 John managed to get Louisiana passage to Columbus, where she lodged with his family when not attending school at Monnett Hall on the Ohio Wesleyan campus in Delaware, Ohio, a short distance north of Columbus.
Along with her very Southern-sounding name, Louisiana brought with her a nasty, downright hateful attitude toward Yankees. At school the 14-year-old "pepper-pot" brought to class a small stool to sit on--to avoid having to sit on the same benches with daughters of "dirty Black Republicans."
When news arrived of Lincoln's assassination in April 1865, Louisiana Ransburgh staged such a celebratory demonstration on a street in Delaware that if a concerned official of the school had not intervened the young woman might have been jailed, or worse. But there was one thing about her new home in the North that appealed to her: Joseph Briggs, a wealthy farmer, whom she married in 1867 and settled on his family's large estate west of Columbus, very near the site of old Camp Chase and the prison cemetery where over 2,000 Confederates were buried.
As years passed Louisiana Briggs saw the cemetery fall into a dreadful condtion. Wooden grave markers had long since rotted away and weeds covered the last resting place of men with whom she shared the common bond of a Southern birth and a Lost Cause. Passions still ran high in the years after the war, so there was very little Mrs. Briggs could do to pay her respects to the fallen sons of the South without raising the ire of neighbors, most of whom were Union veterans or folks who had lost loved ones on the battlefield or in Rebel prison pens; even her husband had served as a captain in the Ohio militia.
But she made an effort. Usually at night, and always wearing a heavy veil to conceal her identity from passersby and neighbors along Sullivant's Pike, Louisiana Briggs would make her way the short distance to the cemetery, carrying flowers which she spread over the hallowed, weed covered ground. Sometimes all she could do was toss the flowers over the rotting cemetery fence, built out of wood from the prison barracks. But it was a secret ritual she performed faithfully and reverently for many years, sometimes employing her young children as clandestine assistants.

* * * * *

The time is June 1917; the place, Washington, D.C. The occasion? Remarkably, it's the 27th Annual Reunion of the United Confederate Veterans. "The Stars and Bars and the Stars and Stripes floated side by side as the column marched down Pennsylvania Avenue," reported Confederate Veteran magazine, "their folds commingling in one flag, an evidence of the unanimity of feeling and sentiment which fills the entire country, which is justly regarded as one and indivisible. It was a source of pleasure to all that the strains of the national anthem and 'Dixie' met with common applause." This UCV event, "the first meeting ever held outside of the land of Dixie," was made particularly eventful by the fact that President Woodrow Wilson was on hand to greet the 8,000 veterans in gray.
Among the events over the several days in Washington were a speech by President Wilson (who was greeted with a Rebel yell); a visit to the grave of General Joe Wheeler in Arlington, who was buried there not for his service to the Confederate States of America, but rather his Spanish-American War leadership for the United States; a memorial address by UCV Honorary Commander in Chief, General Bennett H. Young of Kentucky, best known for leading the raid on St. Albans, Vermont, in 1864; music by the Marine Band and songs by the Confederate Choir; a beautiful rendition of "The Star Spangled Banner" by Mamie Harrison, daughter of the presiding officer, General George P. Harrison; and. . .the introduction of the "veiled lady of Camp Chase." Indeed, the Veteran article reads: "The afternoon session was devoted largely to introducing the maids and sponsors who represented the different departments and State Divisions. Of special interest was the 'Sponsor for the South,' Miss Mary Custis Lee, of Virginia, the only surviving child of General Lee. Another figure of interest was the 'veiled lady of Camp Chase,' Mrs. Louisiana Ransburgh Briggs, who was introduced by General Young, and the story of her beautiful service in decorating the graves of the dead in that old prison cemetery was told to an appreciative audience."
During the next day's session, on the heels of introducing the widow of General John B. Gordon, "Mrs. Briggs was introduced to the veterans...and a resolution was passed designating her as the 'Confederate Angel of Camp Chase'." The good and faithful works of Louisiana Briggs might never have received proper recognition were it not for William H. Knauss, a veteran of the Civil War, who around the turn of the century noticed the dreadful condition of the Camp Chase Confederate Cemetery.
Largely through his efforts the grounds were cleared of weeds and brush; a stone wall was built around the cemetery to re-place the wooden one that had rotted long before; new headstones were placed, as accurately as possible, based on loosely kept burial records; and, above all, Knauss organized memorial services, inviting local officials, Confederate veterans, and members of the United Daughters of the Confederacy.
All this brought about much public displeasure in Central Ohio, ranging from newspaper editorials against the services to outright threats of physical harm against the property and those in attendance guards had to be posted, and many local officials bowed out to save their political or business reputations.
It also brought Louisiana Briggs out from under her veil after all those years. Once her deeds were made public, Mrs.Briggs, according to family history, met the train at Briggsdale station each June and took charge of distributing the flowers that arrived from all over the South for the annual Memorial Service at Camp Chase. Oddly enough, William Knauss, the man responsible for Louisiana Briggs' fame, was not a Confederate veteran. He was a man of deep humanitarian instincts who had been left for dead on the frozen Fredericksburg field back in '62 as a member of a New Jersey regiment.
Louisiana Briggs died in 1950 at the age of 100, surviving her husband by 37 years. On the occasion of her 90th birthday in December 1939, an interview in a Columbus paper referred to her as "Grandma" Briggs, and called her the "sweetheart" of Phi Kappa Psi fraternity--with a sweet heart pin to prove it--on the Ohio State University campus, where five grandsons and great grandsons were members of the local chapter. No one seemed to remember that another organization over a quarter-century in the past had named her "Confederate Angel of Camp Chase."
Death in prison was slow. The cause was usually disease, and men--though most were mere boys--died far from home and loved ones, not on a glorious battlefield, but on a straw mattress, hard bunk, or even the cold ground. So it is that those who rest in prison cemeteries deserve the best care and most heartfelt attention. At old Camp Chase there is a kind spirit whose presence can still be felt.
No one should be surprised about the origin of those flower petals that float across the breeze some evenings, no matter the season, and pass gently over the stone wall into the cemetery. Some say they come from a nearby florist shop where flowers left carelessly outside are caught by the wind. But the owner is not a careless man. And what about the soft shuffle of footsteps outside the cemetery wall hurrying off into the darkness?
Sometimes people have even seen the figure of a woman, slightly bent, her head and shoulders heavily veiled, who can never be overtaken. She just disappears, the only trace being a stray flower petal or two fluttering along the sidewalk in her wake . . .

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