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Mott (Ohio, United States) (search for this): chapter 2.54
ing some final orders to a squad of men who were just leaving to disperse the crowd in First Avenue, a wagon containing a hogshead was driven rapidly up the the Mulberry street door by a lad, who appeared much excited and almost breathless. What have you there, my lad? said President Acton. Supplies for your men, was the answer. What are they? l;s an assorted lot, sir; but the people say it's contraband. Being exceedingly busy, Acton ordered the wagon to be driven round to the Mott street entrance, where an officer was sent to look after the goods. When the wagon arrived the officers were about to tip the cask out, but were prevented by the boy, who exclaimed: Wait a minute-bring me a hatchet. A hatchet was brought, and the little fellow set to work unheading the cask; and as he did so the officers were astonished to see two full-grown negroes snugly packed inside. Upon being assured by the lad that they were safe, they raised their heads, took a long snuff of f
Edgefield (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 2.54
up the negroes. The cask was then rolled out like a hogshead of sugar, placed in the wagon, and driven off to Mulberry street. Heading up the darkies headed off the mob that time. We presume the slave-holder whose slaves were disposed of by his friend as related below, hardly contemplated adding recruits to the Union army, but he could not complain of his friend for obeying orders: A slave-holder from the country approached an old acquaintance, also a slave-holder, residing in Nashville, the other day, and said: I have several negro men lurking about here some where. I wish you would look out for them, and when you find them, do with them as if they were your own. Certainly I will, replied his friend. A few days after the parties met again, and the planter asked: Have you found my slaves? I have. And where are they? Well, you told me to do with them just as if they were my own, and as I made my men enlist in the Union army, I did the same wi
Mulberry, Lincoln county, Tennessee (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 2.54
chile had better be movina. During the riot in New York city, in July, 1863, the negroes were in great peril from the rioters, and many of them owed their escape to the ready wit of some of their friends and employers. The following was one of numerous instances of this: While President Acton, at the police headquarters, was giving some final orders to a squad of men who were just leaving to disperse the crowd in First Avenue, a wagon containing a hogshead was driven rapidly up the the Mulberry street door by a lad, who appeared much excited and almost breathless. What have you there, my lad? said President Acton. Supplies for your men, was the answer. What are they? l;s an assorted lot, sir; but the people say it's contraband. Being exceedingly busy, Acton ordered the wagon to be driven round to the Mott street entrance, where an officer was sent to look after the goods. When the wagon arrived the officers were about to tip the cask out, but were prevented by the
United States (United States) (search for this): chapter 2.54
ators. No doubt many of the stories of the contrabands, retailed by the letter writers from the army, had their origin in the brains of those veracious chroniclers; but the following can generally be vouched for. Company K, of the First Iowa Cavalry, stationed in Tennessee, received into their camp a middle-aged but vigorous contraband. Innumerable questions were being propounded to him, when a corporal advanced, saying: See here, Dixie, before you can enter the service of the United States, you must take the oath, Yes, massa, I do dat, he replied; when the corporal continued: Well, then, take hold of the Bible! holding out a letter envelope, upon which was delineated the Goddess of Liberty standing upon something like a Suffolk pig, wearing the emblem of our country. The negro grasped the envelope cautiously with his thumb and finger, when the corporal proceeded to administer the oath by saying: You do solemnly swear that you will support the Constitution o
West Point (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 2.54
r name? I hasn't got no oder name, sah! I'se Sam-dat s all. What's your master's name? I'se got no massa, now-massa runned away-yah! yah! I'se free nigger, now. Well, what's your father and mother's name? I'se got none, salh-neber had none. I'se jist Sam--aint nobody else. Haven't you any brothers and sisters? No, sah-neber had none. No brudder, no sister, no fader, no mudder, no massa-nothina but Sam. When you see Sam, you see all dere is of us. In West Point, Virginia, there was a negro scout, named Clairborne, in the employ of the Union forces, who was a shrewd hand at escaping from the rebels. He was evidently a full-blooded African, with big lips and flat nose, and, having lived in this vicinity all his life, was familiar with the country, which rendered him o very valuable aid. On Clairborne's last trip inside the enemy's lines, after scouting around as much as he wished, he picked up eight chickens and started for camp. His road led past
Alabama (Alabama, United States) (search for this): chapter 2.54
ed the corporal, you do solemnly swear that when this war is over, you'll make tracks for Africa mighty fast? Yes, massa, I do dat. I allers wanted to go to Cheecargoo. Here the regimental drum beat up for dress parade, when Tom Benton — that being his name — was declared duly sworn and commissioned as chief cook in Company K, of the First Iowa Cavalry. One of the Anderson Zouaves relates the following incident as having come under his observation: We were scouting one day in Alabama, when in a remote field we found a negro man and woman ploughing with a good horse. We paused, and the ploughers gazed at us with the greatest curiosity. I never saw a more thoroughly astonished individual. It was evidently his first sight at Yankee soldiers. Well, boy, wont you come along with us? I said. De Lawd bless's-mars's, is you really De Fed'rals? That's it, old fellow. De rale Linkum sojers? Exactly. De kind as wants counterbans? Identically. Here he pr
Tennessee (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 2.54
dents as well as the soldiers have regarded the contrabands as fair subjects for practical jokes, and when .these have been harmless in their character the negroes themselves have enjoyed them sometimes as much as their perpetrators. No doubt many of the stories of the contrabands, retailed by the letter writers from the army, had their origin in the brains of those veracious chroniclers; but the following can generally be vouched for. Company K, of the First Iowa Cavalry, stationed in Tennessee, received into their camp a middle-aged but vigorous contraband. Innumerable questions were being propounded to him, when a corporal advanced, saying: See here, Dixie, before you can enter the service of the United States, you must take the oath, Yes, massa, I do dat, he replied; when the corporal continued: Well, then, take hold of the Bible! holding out a letter envelope, upon which was delineated the Goddess of Liberty standing upon something like a Suffolk pig, wearing
North Carolina (North Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 2.54
ertainly I will, replied his friend. A few days after the parties met again, and the planter asked: Have you found my slaves? I have. And where are they? Well, you told me to do with them just as if they were my own, and as I made my men enlist in the Union army, I did the same with yours. The astonished planter absquatulated. A very independent darkey was Sam, as the reader will discern: During the winter of 1863, a contraband came into the Federal lines n North Carolina, and marched up to the officer of the day to report himself, whereupon the following colloquy ensued: What's your name? My name's Sam. Sam what? No, sah — not Sam Watt. I'se just Sam. What's your other name? I hasn't got no oder name, sah! I'se Sam-dat s all. What's your master's name? I'se got no massa, now-massa runned away-yah! yah! I'se free nigger, now. Well, what's your father and mother's name? I'se got none, salh-neber had none. I'se
Tom Benton (search for this): chapter 2.54
er mind ole missus! said the corporal, as he resumed: And you do solemnly swear that you will put milk into the coffee every morning, and see that the ham and eggs are not cooked too much or too little? Yes — I do dat. I'se a good cook. And lastly, continued the corporal, you do solemnly swear that when this war is over, you'll make tracks for Africa mighty fast? Yes, massa, I do dat. I allers wanted to go to Cheecargoo. Here the regimental drum beat up for dress parade, when Tom Benton — that being his name — was declared duly sworn and commissioned as chief cook in Company K, of the First Iowa Cavalry. One of the Anderson Zouaves relates the following incident as having come under his observation: We were scouting one day in Alabama, when in a remote field we found a negro man and woman ploughing with a good horse. We paused, and the ploughers gazed at us with the greatest curiosity. I never saw a more thoroughly astonished individual. It was evidently his f<
Sam Watt (search for this): chapter 2.54
e to do with them just as if they were my own, and as I made my men enlist in the Union army, I did the same with yours. The astonished planter absquatulated. A very independent darkey was Sam, as the reader will discern: During the winter of 1863, a contraband came into the Federal lines n North Carolina, and marched up to the officer of the day to report himself, whereupon the following colloquy ensued: What's your name? My name's Sam. Sam what? No, sah — not Sam Watt. I'se just Sam. What's your other name? I hasn't got no oder name, sah! I'se Sam-dat s all. What's your master's name? I'se got no massa, now-massa runned away-yah! yah! I'se free nigger, now. Well, what's your father and mother's name? I'se got none, salh-neber had none. I'se jist Sam--aint nobody else. Haven't you any brothers and sisters? No, sah-neber had none. No brudder, no sister, no fader, no mudder, no massa-nothina but Sam. When you see Sam, you
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