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Johnson's Island (Ohio, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.32
Christian was colonel of the 51st Virginia Infantry, and was captured after the battle of Gettysburg, while the army was crossing Falling Waters, and sent to Johnson's Island, where the officers from Port Hudson were also imprisoned. Said the Doctor: My recollection is that there were thirteen negroes who spent the dreadful winter of 1863-4 with us at Johnson's Island, and not one of them deserted or accepted freedom, though it was urged upon them time and again. You remember that Port Hudson was compelled to surrender after Vicksburg had fallen. The officers were notified they would not be paroled as those at Vicksburg had been . They were toldn their personal property. Some of the officers claimed their negro servants as personal property, and took them along to prison with them. Arriving at Johnson's Island, the Federal authorities assured the negroes they were as free as their masters had been, and were not prisoners of war; that they would give them no rations
Shreveport (Louisiana, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.32
The negroes as slaves. From the N. O. Picayune, October 13, 1907. Paper prepared by Capt. James Dinkins, of New Orleans. The following paper by Captain James Dinkins, of New Orleans, was read at the recent Reunion of Confederate Veterans at Shreveport, La.: Mr. President and comrades,—I have long thought that I would make record of the character and virtues of the negroes before and during the war, and I take advantage of the opportunity afforded me as a member of the History Committee to do so as far as I am able. Should I leave the task undone—or rather did I fall to bear testimony in a public way to the fidelity of the negroes to their masters' familiar at all times, and specially during those dreadful days of the war—I would not fulfill an obligation to a loyal and devoted people. My own experience and that of my father and family and friends was so closely associated with the negroes, and those experiences were so satisfactory and pleasant, I feel impelled by e<
Byhalia (Mississippi, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.32
ch a happiness to be able to tell her, but she died soon after the war. My dear old mammy was a type, there were others like her, and all of them were loved and respected by their master's children. I remember a circumstance regarding my friend, Captain Sam Henderson, and his servant, Henry, which illustrates also the love for the master the negro always showed. Captain Henderson commanded the scouts, which were so valuable to General Forrest. On one occasion he was in camp near Byhalia, Miss., with about twenty of his men, while the others were watching the enemy. Suddenly and unexpectedly a regiment of Yankees surrounded the party and all were made prisoners, except Captain Henderson, who escaped on foot. They were all taken to Germantown, Tenn., not far distant, and confined in a house. During the night Henry slipped out with both of his master's horses, and the following day rode into the Confederate lines. Of course, Henry was cordially received, and it is needless
Sharpsburg (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.32
le to remember the names of the officers from Port Hudson, which is to be regretted, but I submit that no stronger proof of the loyalty of the negroes is needed than is given in the history of the Johnson Island prisoners. It may not be out of place to relate a few instances which came under my own observation. The first two years of the war I served with Griffith's-Barksdale's Mississippi Brigade. In the company I belonged to was a gallant fellow, Kit Gilmer, who was badly wounded at Sharpsburg. Our wounded were placed in a large stone barn, near the battlefield. When the army recrossed the Potomac, on Friday, September, 19, 1862, I ran into the barn, as we passed by, to see my wounded friends. I bid Kit Gilmer and others good-by, believing I would never see them again. After remaining a day or so near Shepardstown, we fell back to Winchester, and among the first to greet us when we reached there was Ike, Kit Gilmer's nigger, who said, Mars Kit is in dat house, I ain't gwi
St. James (Louisiana, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.32
we divided equally with our servants. I am glad to be able to record the name of Pen, who was one of the faithful servants among the thirteen. He belonged to Lieutenant Coleman, of Robert's Mississippi Battery, also Dave Jackson, who belonged to James W. Maddox, of Abbey's Battery. Dave Jackson and Pen, like George, refused numerous offers from the Yankees and returned home with their masters. I have information also of a most devoted servant, who belonged to the Schnexnaydres, of St. James Parish (who were members of Watson's Battery). This negro stated to the Yankees, at the surrender of Port Hudson, I love my white folks above the freedom you talk about, and if I am ever free it got to come from them. Dr. Christian was unable to remember the names of the officers from Port Hudson, which is to be regretted, but I submit that no stronger proof of the loyalty of the negroes is needed than is given in the history of the Johnson Island prisoners. It may not be out of place t
Port Hudson (Louisiana, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.32
e the army was crossing Falling Waters, and sent to Johnson's Island, where the officers from Port Hudson were also imprisoned. Said the Doctor: My recollection is that there were thirteen negerted or accepted freedom, though it was urged upon them time and again. You remember that Port Hudson was compelled to surrender after Vicksburg had fallen. The officers were notified they would am going to stay here as long as you stays, if I starve and rot. The officers captured at Port Hudson were from Louisiana, Mississippi and Alabama, I think. There were thirteen negroes, all of(who were members of Watson's Battery). This negro stated to the Yankees, at the surrender of Port Hudson, I love my white folks above the freedom you talk about, and if I am ever free it got to come from them. Dr. Christian was unable to remember the names of the officers from Port Hudson, which is to be regretted, but I submit that no stronger proof of the loyalty of the negroes is needed
Louisiana (Louisiana, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.32
desert. I ain't no deserter, and down South, sir, where we live, deserters always disgrace their families. I'se got a family down home, sir, and if I do what you tell me, I will be a deserter and disgrace my family, and I am never going to do that. What did Pearson say? I asked. Get out of here, you d——fool nigger, and rot in prison, and now, master, here I am, and I am going to stay here as long as you stays, if I starve and rot. The officers captured at Port Hudson were from Louisiana, Mississippi and Alabama, I think. There were thirteen negroes, all of whom remained faithful to the end, and although we had barely enough to eat to keep us alive, we divided equally with our servants. I am glad to be able to record the name of Pen, who was one of the faithful servants among the thirteen. He belonged to Lieutenant Coleman, of Robert's Mississippi Battery, also Dave Jackson, who belonged to James W. Maddox, of Abbey's Battery. Dave Jackson and Pen, like George, ref
Alabama (Alabama, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.32
together in heroic sacrifice, and no more wonderful magnetic tie ever existed than that between those Southern officers and their slaves. One of those gentlemen was my intimate friend and companion and roommate, Colonel I. G. W. Steadman, of Alabama. I do not recall his regiment. His brother, a lieutenant in the same regiment, was also a prisoner there. Colonel Steadman's negro was named George. He waited on us and was untiring in his efforts to do anything in his power for our comfort.y? I asked. Get out of here, you d——fool nigger, and rot in prison, and now, master, here I am, and I am going to stay here as long as you stays, if I starve and rot. The officers captured at Port Hudson were from Louisiana, Mississippi and Alabama, I think. There were thirteen negroes, all of whom remained faithful to the end, and although we had barely enough to eat to keep us alive, we divided equally with our servants. I am glad to be able to record the name of Pen, who was one o
Madison County, Mississippi (Mississippi, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.32
. I bid Kit Gilmer and others good-by, believing I would never see them again. After remaining a day or so near Shepardstown, we fell back to Winchester, and among the first to greet us when we reached there was Ike, Kit Gilmer's nigger, who said, Mars Kit is in dat house, I ain't gwine let dem Yankees git Mars Kit. Ike had appropriated a horse belonging to the old farmer, placed Kit on him, and, mounting behind, carried him to safety. Ike is living now, a respected citizen of Madison county, Miss., but poor Kit died many years ago. My grandmother left me, at her death, a negro boy, Jim, and stipulated in her will that she wanted him to be my playfellow, and not to work. Jim was two years older than I, and was my black mammy's eldest child. We were boon companions as boys. While playing near a pond one day (I was about 9 years old), I said to Jim, Let's go to the watermelon patch. Jim always assented to any proposition I made. We plugged two or three melons, and finally
Bedford County (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.32
nexpectedly a regiment of Yankees surrounded the party and all were made prisoners, except Captain Henderson, who escaped on foot. They were all taken to Germantown, Tenn., not far distant, and confined in a house. During the night Henry slipped out with both of his master's horses, and the following day rode into the Confederate lines. Of course, Henry was cordially received, and it is needless to say remained faithful to the last. Another instance among thousands occurred in Bedford County, Va. Judge Micajah Davis, an honored citizen of the county, was Collector of Internal Revenue, under appointment by President Davis. Judge Davis, like all his extensive family, was an ardent Confederate. When the Yankee General Hunter began his march of devastation down the valley, it became necessary for Judge Davis to keep out of his reach in order to preserve the records of his office. After making the necessary preparations for departure he called up one of his faithful old servants,
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