She was expert with
the rifle, lived the life of a trapper and hunter among the
Indians, and was known as the "Female Hunter of Long Eddy." She
published a book regarding those experiences. I have not been
able to see it, but it is said to be quaint and well written. She
regarded herself as practically a man, and became attached to a
young woman of good education, who had also been deserted by her
husband. The affection was strong and emotional, and, of course,
without deception. It was interrupted by her recognition and
imprisonment as a vagabond, but on the petition of her "wife" she
was released. "I may be a woman in one sense," she said, "but I
have peculiar organs which make me more a man than a woman." She
alluded to an enlarged clitoris which she could erect, she said,
as a turtle protrudes its head, but there was no question of its
use in coitus. She was ultimately brought to the asylum with
paroxysmal attacks of exaltation and erotomania (without
self-abuse apparently) and corresponding periods of depression,
and she died with progressive dementia.
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