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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Letters and Journals of Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Chapter army life and camp drill (search)
The following extracts from Colonel Higginson's letters and journals were written, for the most part, while with his black soldiers. Camp Saxton, Beaufort, S. C., December 1, 1862 . . .General Saxton has lent me a horse and I had a ride through the plantation to a strange old fort, of which there are two here, like those in St. Augustine, built by a French explorer about the time of the Pilgrims, and older, therefore, than any remains in New England, even the Higginson house at Guilford, Connecticut. They are built of a curious combination of oyster shells and cement . .. and are still hard and square, save where water-worn. One is before this house and a mere low redoubt; the other, two miles off, is a high square house, bored with holes for musketry and the walls still firm; though a cannon-ball would probably crush them. . .. William, our attendant, speaks with contempt of the cultivation of this famous plantation--No yam, sa; no white potato, no brimstone --which is the
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Letters and Journals of Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Chapter 7: Cambridge in later life (search)
liberty, his days were agony and nights hell. Asked only for a companion in cell, and was chiefly anxious I should know meant no harm by getting my photo. Reminded me that his first alienation from friends was through his siding with the blacks whom I had befriended. Would not take my hand at first. In short, worked skillfully on my feelings, while not committing himself when I spoke of his having assumed a name or having swindled others. September 15, 1889 . . . I enjoyed my Guilford [Connecticut] trip. It is an old town on the Sound full of old houses, one of them two hundred and fifty years old this year, the oldest in the United States, a stone house in perfect condition. There Rev. John Higginson married Parson Whitfield's daughter. All the old houses were labelled with the year they were built and often with the names of the earlier residents; so that it was like stepping back two hundred and fifty years. I went to a large reception, where everybody, on being introdu