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John Brown (search for this): chapter 2
sheepish. After passing and repassing through the town, we marched to the parade-ground, and went through an hour's drill, forming squares and reducing them, and doing other things which look hard on paper, and are perfectly easy in fact; and we were to have been reviewed by General Saxton, but he had been unexpectedly called to Ladies Island, and did not see us at all, which was the only thing to mar the men's enjoyment. Then we marched back to camp (three miles), the men singing the John Brown song, and all manner of things,--as happy creatures as one can well conceive. It is worth mentioning, before I close, that we have just received an article about Negro troops, from the London Spectator, which is so admirably true to our experience that it seems as if written by one of us. I am confident that there never has been, in any American newspaper, a treatment of the subject so discriminating and so wise. January 21, 1863. To-day brought a visit from Major-General Hunter an
Venus (search for this): chapter 2
age that they should come to me for permission, just as they used to go to the master; and I rather encourage these little confidences, because it is so entertaining to hear them. Now, Cunnel, said a faltering swain the other day, I want for get me one good lady, which I approved, especially the limitation as to number. Afterwards I asked one of the bridegroom's friends whether he thought it a good match. O yes, Cunnel, said he, in all the cordiality of friendship, John's gwine for marry Venus. I trust the goddess will prove herself a better lady than she appeared during her previous career upon this planet. But this naturally suggests the isles of Greece again. January 7, 1863. On first arriving, I found a good deal of anxiety among the officers as to the increase of desertions, that being the rock on which the Hunter regiment split. Now this evil is very nearly stopped, and we are every day recovering the older absentees. One of the very best things that have happened to
R. Saxton (search for this): chapter 2
t, with its stately houses amid Southern foliage. Reporting to General Saxton, I had the luck to encounter a company of my destined command, ble to my eyes as if I had been a turkey. I saw them mustered; General Saxton talked to them a little, in his direct, manly way; they gave cld that step over leagues of waves. It is a holiday wherever General Saxton's proclamation reaches. The chilly sunshine and the pale blue n that we read them the instructions of the Secretary of War to General Saxton, promising them the full pay of soldiers. They only half belieda men seem more bold and manly, as they undoubtedly do. To-day General Saxton has returned from Fernandina with seventy-six recruits, and theday brought a visit from Major-General Hunter and his staff, by General Saxton's invitation,--the former having just arrived in the Departmentnd told them that he wished there were fifty thousand of them. General Saxton spoke to them afterwards, and said that fifty thousand-muskets
Hunter (search for this): chapter 2
who have already been for months in camp in the abortive Hunter regiment, yet in that loose kind of way which, like averagbitter distrust bequeathed by the abortive regiment of General Hunter,--into which they were driven like cattle, kept for see increase of desertions, that being the rock on which the Hunter regiment split. Now this evil is very nearly stopped, andbetween here and Charleston. He was a sergeant in the old Hunter regiment, and was taken by General Hunter to New York lastGeneral Hunter to New York last spring, where the chevrons on his arm brought a mob upon him in Broadway, whom he kept off till the police interfered. The. January 21, 1863. To-day brought a visit from Major-General Hunter and his staff, by General Saxton's invitation,--thelittle thing that goes wrong. After review and drill, General Hunter made the men a little speech, at my request, and told y appeared at dancing-school in their old clothes. General Hunter promises us all we want,--pay when the funds arrive, S
De Yankee (search for this): chapter 2
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
Saxby (search for this): chapter 2
rything into the perceptive organs. Cato, thou reasonest well! When I get into any serious scrape, in an enemy's country, may I be lucky enough to have you at my elbow, to pull me out of it! The men seem to have enjoyed the novel event of Thanksgiving-Day; they have had company and regimental prize-shootings, a minimum of speeches and a maximum of dinner. Bill of fare: two beef-cattle and a thousand oranges. The oranges cost a cent apiece, and the cattle were Secesh, bestowed by General Saxby, as they all call him. December 1, 1862. How absurd is the impression bequeathed by Slavery in regard to these Southern blacks, that they are sluggish and inefficient in labor! Last night, after a hard day's work (our guns and the remainder of our tents being just issued), an order came from Beaufort that we should be ready in the evening to unload a steamboat's cargo of boards, being some of those captured by them a few weeks since, and now assigned for their use. I wondered if the
Napoleon (search for this): chapter 2
blue trousers. Moreover, he has graciously consented that we should go on an expedition along the coast, to pick up cotton, lumber, and, above all, recruits. I declined an offer like this just after my arrival, because the regiment was not drilled or disciplined, not even the officers; but it is all we wish for now. What care I how black I be? Forty pounds will marry me, quoth Mother Goose. Forty rounds will marry us to the American Army, past divorcing, if we can only use them well. Our successor failure may make or mar the prospects of colored troops. But it is well to remember in advance that military success is really less satisfactory than any other, because it may depend on a moment's turn of events, and that may be determined by some trivial thing, neither to be anticipated nor controlled. Napoleon ought to have won at Waterloo by all reasonable calculations; but who cares? All that one can expect is, to do one's best, and to take with equanimity the fortune of war.
Beaufort (search for this): chapter 2
ootings, a minimum of speeches and a maximum of dinner. Bill of fare: two beef-cattle and a thousand oranges. The oranges cost a cent apiece, and the cattle were Secesh, bestowed by General Saxby, as they all call him. December 1, 1862. How absurd is the impression bequeathed by Slavery in regard to these Southern blacks, that they are sluggish and inefficient in labor! Last night, after a hard day's work (our guns and the remainder of our tents being just issued), an order came from Beaufort that we should be ready in the evening to unload a steamboat's cargo of boards, being some of those captured by them a few weeks since, and now assigned for their use. I wondered if the men would grumble at the night-work; but the steamboat arrived by seven, and it was bright moonlight when they went at it. Never have I beheld such a jolly scene of labor. Tugging these wet and heavy boards over a bridge of boats ashore, then across the slimy beach at low tide, then up a steep bank, and all
W. H. Brisbane (search for this): chapter 2
ch kindly volunteered for the occasion; the colored people filled up all the vacant openings in the beautiful grove around, and there was a cordon of mounted visitors beyond. Above, the great live-oak branches and their trailing moss; beyond the people, a glimpse of the blue river. The services began at half past 11 o'clock, with prayer by our chaplain, Mr. Fowler, who is always, on such occasions, simple, reverential, and impressive. Then the President's Proclamation was read by Dr. W. H. Brisbane, a thing infinitely appropriate, a South Carolinian addressing South Carolinians; for he was reared among these very islands, and here long since emancipated his own slaves. Then the colors were presented to us by the Rev. Mr. French, a chaplain who brought them from the donors in New York. All this was according to the programme. Then followed an incident so simple, so touching, so utterly unexpected and startling, that I can scarcely believe it on recalling, though it gave the key
Harriet Tubman (search for this): chapter 2
brilliant light beneath the trees, and cautiously approached it. A circle of thirty or forty soldiers sat around a roaring fire, while one old uncle, Cato by name, was narrating an interminable tale, to the insatiable delight of his audience. I came up into the dusky background, perceived only by a few, and he still continued. It was a narrative, dramatized to the last degree, of his adventures in escaping from his master to the Union vessels; and even I, who have heard the stories of Harriet Tubman, and such wonderful slave-comedians, never witnessed such a piece of acting. When I came upon the scene he had just come unexpectedly upon a plantation-house, and, putting a bold face upon it, had walked up to the door. Den I go 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
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