Conceived by a bullet

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There are many cases of supposed virgin births in the early medical literature, but few are as wonderfully unlikely as this one published in The Lancet in early 1875: 

The following rich gynaecological contribution is reported in the columns of the American Medical Weekly for Nov. 7th, 1874, by L. G. Capers, M.D., Vicksburg, Mississippi. On the 12th of May, 1863, the battle of R. was fought. 

For some reason all names and places have been reduced to initials in the original report. This was the Battle of Raymond, an encounter between the Army of the Tennessee, commanded by General Ulysses S. Grant, and a Confederate force under John C. Pemberton.  Grant’s Federal army won the battle.

About three hundred yards in rear of my regiment was situated a fine residence, the occupants being a matron, her two daughters, and servants (the host being absent in another army). About 3 o’clock p.m., when the battle was raging most furiously, the above-mentioned lady and her two daughters (aged respectively fifteen and seventeen), filled with interest and enthusiasm, stood bravely in front of their homestead, ready and eager to minister to their wounded countrymen should they fall in the dreadful fray.

Dr Capers was an army surgeon on the Confederate side, whose forces were eventually pushed back to within 150 yards of the house.

My position being near my regiment, suddenly I beheld a noble, gallant young friend staggering closer, and then fall to the earth. In the same moment a piercing scream from the house reached my ear! I was soon by the side of the young man, and, upon examination, found a compound fracture, with extensive comminution of the left tibia; the ball having ricocheted from these parts, and, in its onward flight, passed through the scrotum, carrying away the left testicle.

Ouch.

Scarcely had I finished dressing the wounds of this poor fellow, when the estimable matron came running to me in the greatest distress, begging me to go to one of her daughters, who, she informed me, had been badly wounded a few minutes before. Hastening to the house, I found that the eldest of the young ladies had indeed received a most serious wound. A minnie ball had penetrated the left abdominal parietes, about midway between the umbilicus and anterior spinal process of the ilium, and was lost in the abdominal cavity, leaving a ragged wound behind.

A ‘minnie ball’ is a misspelling for a Minié ball, a type of rifle bullet. This one had struck her in the side, in line with the navel.

Believing there was little or no hope of her recovery, I had only time to prescribe an anodyne, when our army fell back, leaving both field and village in the hands of the enemy. Having remained with my wounded at the village of R., I had the opportunity of visiting the young lady the next day, and, interruptedly, for a period of nearly two months, at the end of which time she had entirely recovered, with no untoward symptoms during treatment; save a severe peritonitis, she seemed as well as ever!

Peritonitis was an abdominal infection caused by the wound, and potentially fatal. She was lucky to survive.

About six months after her recovery, the movements of our army brought me again to the village of R., and I was again sent for to see the young lady. She appeared in excellent health and spirits, but her abdomen had become enormously enlarged, so much so as to resemble pregnancy at the seventh or eighth month. Indeed, had I not known the family and the facts of the abdominal wound, I should have so pronounced the case. Under the above circumstances, I failed to give a positive diagnosis, determining to keep the case under surveillance. This I did.

A month or two later, the young woman and her family had the shock of their lives.

Just two hundred and seventy-eight days from the date of the receipt of the wound by the minnie ball, I delivered this same young lady of a fine boy, weighing eight pounds. I was not very much surprised; but imagine, the surprise and mortification of the young lady herself, her entire family.  This can be better imagined than described. Although I found the hymen intact in my examination before delivery, I gave no credence to the earnest and oft-repeated assertions of the young lady of her innocence and virgin purity.

Doctors, then as now, had heard it all before. “It’s impossible, doctor. I can’t be pregnant.” Yeah, right.

About three weeks from the date of this remarkable birth, I was called to see the child, the grandmother insisting there was ‘something wrong about the genitals.’  Examination revealed an enlarged, swollen, sensitive scrotum, containing on the right side a hard, roughened substance, evidently foreign. I decided upon operating for its removal at once, and in so doing, extracted from the scrotum a minnie ball, smashed and battered as if it met in its flight some hard, unyielding substance.

Extraordinary enough – but then an even stranger thought occurred to the physician. 

To attempt to picture my astonishment would be impossible! What may already seem very plain to my readers, as they glance over this paper, was, to me, at the time, mysterious. It was only, after several days and nights of sleepless reflection that a solution flashed before me, and ever since has appeared as clear as the noon-day sun. What is it? The ball I took from the scrotum of the babe was the identical one which, on the 12th of May, shattered the tibia of my young friend, and in its mutilated condition, plunged through his testicle, carrying with it particles of semen and spermatozoa into the abdomen of the young lady, then through her left ovary, and into the uterus, in this manner impregnating her.

Not really, surely? Whatever the truth of the matter, the story has a neat and happy ending: 

There can be no other solution of the phenomenon. These convictions I expressed to the family, and, at their solicitations, visited my young soldier friend, laying the case fully before him in its proper light. At first, most naturally, he appeared sceptical, but concluded to visit the young mother. Whether convinced or not, he soon married her, ere the little boy had attained his fourth month.

The doctor concludes his report with a nice detail: the young couple now had three children, but the one who most closely resembled the father was… the oldest. I’m no gynaecologist, but the suggested mode of impregnation seems unlikely in the extreme. The most plausible explanation of this pregnancy is the prosaic one: it was conceived out of wedlock and the girl was too embarrassed to admit the truth. Whatever the truth of the matter, it makes a good story.

Update: A reader has been in touch to say that Tom Waits relates this very story in the preamble to this live version of ‘Train Song’. He tells it better than I could.

3 thoughts on “Conceived by a bullet”

  1. I’ve heard this story before and must agree, they had sex at some point before they were both shot. The truly amazing thing to me is that her pregnancy hormones must’ve been strong – since they didn’t reject the ball or force her to abort.

  2. A recent incident of this type involved a girl who became pregnant when she was stabbed in the belly after performing oral sex on her boyfriend.

    The girl had to have become pregnant this way, because she was born without a vaginal opening.

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