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Varina Davis, Jefferson Davis: Ex-President of the Confederate States of America, A Memoir by his Wife, Volume 1 21 15 Browse Search
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. Very soon after he reached there he became intimate with Mr. Joseph Emory Davis, who was practising law. They became so mutually attached that when, in 1818, Mr. Joseph E. Davis, attracted by the great fertility of the alluvial land on the Mississippi River, called by the settlerre some small holdings of twenty-five or thirty acres. These Mr. Joseph E. Davis bought, so that he became the owner of the splendid body of , and he, my mother, and their baby's nurse, in company with Mr. Joseph E. Davis, took a carriage, and with two led horses drove through The eories of the proper mode of treating children in infancy to Mr. Joseph E. Davis. He said that the most impartial person was the best guardiy, and bade their English friends an unwilling farewell. Mr. Joseph E. Davis was so anxious to see his little brother that as soon as prat eighteen came running down to the landing-place and caught Mr. Joseph E. Davis in his arms. He said little, but my mother was struck by hi
Varina Davis, Jefferson Davis: Ex-President of the Confederate States of America, A Memoir by his Wife, Volume 1, Chapter 15: resignation from the army.-marriage to Miss Taylor.-Cuban visit.-winter in Washington.-President van Buren.-return to Brierfield, 1837. (search)
it his family in Mississippi. The first place at which they stopped was The Hurricane, which, by this time, had become a valuable plantation, with good quarters for the negroes and a comfortable dwelling for the owner. When Mr. Davis looked about him for an occupation by which he could support his family, his brother proposed to give him a certain tract of land called The Brierfield, in lieu of the interest Mr. Davis had in his father's negroes, which had passed into the service of Joseph E. Davis. This was accepted, and he, with his friend and servant James Pemberton — of whom he spoke in the fragment of his Autobiography given in this memoir-and ten negroes whom he bought with a loan from his brother, went to work on The Brierfield tract, so called because of a dense growth of briers which were interlocked over the land. The cane was too thick to be uprooted or cut, and they burned it, and then dug little holes in the ground and put in the cotton-seed, which made an unusually
Chapter 16: Hurricane and Brierfield, 1837-45. Joseph E. Davis.-treatment of slaves.-life at Hurricane and Brierfield. During the eight years after this period Mr. Davis rarely left home, and never willingly. Sometimes a year would elapsnd his cattle and crops had yielded him what used, in our young days, to be considered a moderately large fortune. Mr. J. E. Davis and his family generally went North for the summer, and then Mr. Davis was in charge of both places, and the only coa republic could be permanent and successful only when the widest community independence was secured. A maxim of Joseph E. Davis was, The less people are governed, the more submissive they will be to control. This idea he carried out with his fty. When on one occasion the negroes could not pay their note when it fell due-the amount of the note was $25,000-Mr. Joseph E. Davis tore it up and told them to go on and pay the rest of the debt. Corporal punishment was not permitted on The B
aving bayous, washed in the yellow clay by the drainage to the river bank, about one-eighth of a mile from us. Mr. Joseph E. Davis came to see the family when I was sixteen, and urged my mother to let me go to him for a visit. After much insistk before Christmas, 1843, and went up to the Diamond Place, the home of Mrs. David McCaleb, the eldest daughter of Mr. Joseph E. Davis, whose plantation is thirteen miles north of The Hurricane. The steam-boats at that time were literally floatinamilies; guns and ammunition for hunting, pocket-knives, nails, and screws. This little closet was an ark, of which Mr. J. E. Davis kept the key, and made provision for the accidental needs of each one after his kind. At the back of the house was ed about the temper of the horse, but grew careless, approached too close to him, and at last was mortally injured. Mr. J. E. Davis was leaning over the poor fellow, much distressed, when Randall sighed out, It is in the breed of them gray Medleys,
, It was near this house that Logan's family were killed in 1774, and Cresap was supposed to have been instrumental in the murder; therefore Logan and his bend massacred a large number of settlers in the vicinity. on the Ohio River, a historic place, and in the course of the evening the hostess — a handsome, bright-eyed woman, in a large white muslin turban-being stirred by some vague memory, asked my servant to tell her my maiden name; and then related how my father and mother, and Mr. Joseph E. Davis, had spent the night there, when going through the wilderness, just nineteen years before. When my husband inquired why she remembered them so well, she answered, They were so beautiful and so cheerful, I have never forgotten them, and your voices are the same. When we reached Wheeling my husband's feet, of which he had not complained, were frozen, and Colonel Roberts suffered much. A line of stages ran over the Alleghany Mountains to take passengers to Brownsville, and a little b
ry 25, 1847. . . . I wrote to you a few days since anticipating a battle. We have had it. The Mississippians did well. I fear you may feel some anxiety about me, and write to say that I was wounded in the right foot, and remained on the field so long afterward that the wound has been painful, but is by no means dangerous. I hope soon to be up again. My friend, Mr. Crittenden, will write on this sheet to brother Joe, and give him more particulars. Thomas L. Crittenden to Mr. Joseph E. Davis. Saltillo, February 25, 1847. Dear Sir: We have had a glorious battle and victory. On the evening of the 22d, the Mexicans, commanded by Santa Anna in person, having advanced to our position (which was about eight miles south of Saltillo, at a place called Buena Vista), the fight commenced between some light troops. This was, however, a mere skirmish, with which the main body of neither had anything to do, and was soon stopped by darkness. About sunrise in the morning, howev
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 36. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.7 (search)
Ellen Mary was born, two years later followed the subject of this sketch. The Davis family Roster. The eldest child of Samuel Davis and Jane Cook, was Joseph Emory Davis, born in Georgia but a lawyer and planter, residing at the Hurricane Plantation, Warren County, Miss. He married Miss Eliza van Benthysen. He was a great the real head of the family, and it was he who gave special attention to the rearing of the youngest boy, and who directed his education. And by that time, Joseph Emory Davis had become a power in the law and politics of his section. So in 1824, he obtained, through Congressman Rankin, a West Point cadetship for his 16-year old on, Robert E. Lee, Prof. Alex. Dallas Bache, Albert Sydney Johnston and others, with whom he held lifelong friendships, or—in rare cases—undying enmities. Lieutenant Davis served with credit at Fort Crawford, in what is now Illinois; then at the lead mines near Galena, and at Fort Winnebago, in Wisconsin. He made his first cam