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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Army Life in a Black Regiment, chapter 2 (search)
up to de white man, berry humble, and say, would he please gib ole man a mouthful for eat? He say he must hab de valeration ob half a dollar. Den I look berry sorry, and turn for go away. Den he say I might gib him dat hatchet I had. Den I say (this in a tragic vein) dat I must hab dat hatchet for defend myself from de dogs! [Immense applause, and one appreciating auditor says, chuckling, Dat was your arms, ole man, which brings down the house again.] Den he say de Yankee pickets was near by, and I must be very keerful. Den I say, Good Lord, Mas'r, am dey? Words cannot express the complete dissimulation with which these accents of terror were uttered,--this being precisely the piece of information he wished to obtain. Then he narrated his devices to get into the house at night and obtain some food,--how a dog flew at him,--how the whole household, black and white, rose in pursuit,--how he scrambled under a hedge and over a high fence, etc.,--a
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Army Life in a Black Regiment, Chapter 4: up the St. John's. (search)
utting spurs to his steed, and cantering away down some questionable wood-path, or returning with some tale of Rebel haunt discovered, or store of foraging. He would track an enemy like an Indian, or exhort him, when apprehended, like an early Christian. Some of our devout soldiers shook their heads sometimes over the chaplain's little eccentricities. Woffor Mr. Chapman made a preacher for? said one of them, as usual transforming his title into a patronymic. He's de fightingest more Yankee I eber see in all my days. And the criticism was very natural, though they could not deny that, when the hour for Sunday service came, Mr. F. commanded the respect and attention of all. That hour never came, however, on our first Sunday in Jacksonville; we were too busy and the men too scattered; so the chaplain made his accustomed foray beyond the lines instead. Is it not Sunday? slyly asked an unregenerate lieutenant. Nay, quoth his Reverence, waxing fervid; it is the Day of Ju
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 196 (search)
nd escaped by mounting his horse and dashing through their lines, but was obliged to abandon his horse at the bank of the river; was for a long time lying in the mud at the water's edge and in the water, with a part of his face out in the shade of a tree, while they were searching for him. He heard them shout across: John, O John Everett, shoot them d-----d devils coming out of the water there, and two guns went off. There's another just out behind the tree there. Oh, I've sunk that d-----d Yankee. Another was shot while crawling in the mud, near where Turner lay concealed in the water, and there was a yell, I've got one of the d-----d dad's scalps, and a first-rate Enfield rifle. Turner afterward swam the river, and gives us some of these items: A reliable citizen of Cabell County reports that he heard the rebels boast, on the return to Barbours-ville, that they had thrown eight or nine wounded men off the bridge into the river. When the rebel cavalry left Guyandotte, twenty-
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), 83. December in Virginia. (search)
83. December in Virginia. contraband, loquitur. De leaves hab blown away, De trees am black and bare; De day am cold an damp, De rain am in de air. De wailing win's hab struck De strings ob Nature's lyre; De brooks am swollen deep, De roads am mud an mire. De horses yank de team, De wheels am stickin thar; De Yankee massa yell-- De Lord! how he do swar! De oafs dat he do take, De nigger disremember; De Dutch, De Deuce, De Debbil, De — all tings dat am ebil-- de-Cember
Allan Pinkerton, The spy in the rebellion; being a true history of the spy system of the United States Army during the late rebellion, revealing many secrets of the war hitherto not made public, compiled from official reports prepared for President Lincoln , General McClellan and the Provost-Marshal-General ., Chapter 19: (search)
his State which I had so often noticed in other Virginia slaves, as well as in Virginia masters. I asked him if the Mortons had offered him his freedom since the breaking out of the war. He shook his head and gravely replied: Dey hain't been nuffina said to dis pusson on dat 'ar subjick, but I knows dey'd gimme my freedom in less'n twenty-foa hours ef I done ax 'em fur it. Then you don't want to be free? Oh, yes, I does, massa; yes, I does, fur shoa. But Massa Linkum an' de Yankee boys am gwine ter fetch dat arouna all right by'm-bye. Bress your soul an' body, I can't b'ar fur to run away from missus an' ole massa, 'kase dey's been so good ana kyind to me; an' I'se done tuk an oath dat I won't leave 'em till dey gimme leaf. When missus goes back down Souf I'se gwine ter go wid her, ef she don't tole me to stay heah. It won't be long, nohow, 'kase de time am soon comin'when de darkies will all be free. Your mistress intends to return to the South, then? Yes
Allan Pinkerton, The spy in the rebellion; being a true history of the spy system of the United States Army during the late rebellion, revealing many secrets of the war hitherto not made public, compiled from official reports prepared for President Lincoln , General McClellan and the Provost-Marshal-General ., Chapter 20: (search)
ation melodies as he warmed up to his work, and finally he sung a series of characteristic verses, of which the following are a sample: Did you ebber see a woodchuck lookina at a coon-fight? Linkum am a-comina by'm-bye; Did you ebber see a niggah gal dancina in de moonlight? Glory, glory, glory hallelujerum! Possum up a gum-stump, chawina slippery-ellum, Linkum am a-comina by'm-bye; Nigga's in de market ana massa tryina to sell 'em- Glory, glory, glory hallelujerum! Secesh in Richmona — de Yankee boys has treed 'em- Linkum am a-comina by'm-bye; All de little pickaninnies gwine to git dar freedom- Glory, glory, glory hallelujerum! Suddenly the merriment of the blacks was interrupted in a most unexpected manner. Some tall bushes that covered the top of a slight elevation near by were suddenly parted, and a man, wearing the uniform of a Lieutenant in the Confederate army, leaped down among the astonished revelers. In a towering rage, he turned upon Uncle Gallus and shouted: