2O. A Quick-witted Negro
By GEORGE HENRY GORDON (1863) The Romance of the Civil War | ||
20. 2O. A Quick-witted Negro
By GEORGE HENRY GORDON (1863)
AN incident that occurred at this time showed what folly it would be to discourage the negroes from escaping to our lines, and thereby reject their sometimes valuable assistance. Colonel Burr Porter, of the Fortieth Massachusetts Regiment, had sent a negro scout to the front, where he was making his way along a thickly wooded road, intent on avoiding everybody, when he came so suddenly upon a Dr. Richards,—a notorious Rebel,—that his only mode of escape was by his heels. Suspecting the darkey's movements, the doctor called to him to stop, firing his pistol at him at the same time to enforce his order. Fortunately the scout was not hit, and fled all the faster, until he gained a thicket, into which he plunged, running and scrambling until, breathless and exhausted, he fell suddenly into the hands of a squad of Rebel infantry. Escape now was hopeless ; his only source was in his wits. Gasping for breath, he utilized his first pursuer most effectually by crying out, "Don't stop me! Dr. Richards sent me to tell you that the Yankees are coming on your flank, with a large column of men; and he wants me, after telling you this to go down on your other flank, and tell some of your pickets there to look out."The other flank was in the direction of our front, where he would be safe if those who held him only believed lie was telling the truth.
Fortunately the message he bore was an urgent one; the occasion did not admit of prolonged discussion, though it was long enough to make the poor
The 29th of May increased my stock of negroes by fourteen,—old and young, crippled and able-bodied,—all of whom had escaped from the clutches of slavemasters. From them all I secured much valuable information. One facetious old woman lamented the loss of flour, corn-meal, and meat, which she had been obliged to leave behind; she feared they might fall into Rebel hands, and thus make them a little less hungry. She asked that my troops and gunboats might make a special trip to her domain to bring away her edibles, —urging as a bait that I might capture some Rebel pickets who were lying in wait to catch me.
Representing the Rebel pickets as quite vigilant, though entertaining a wholesome dread of gunboats,
"To whom? "asked the captain.
"Well,"— in some confusion,— "put my name on it."
"But that won't reach any one! To whom do you wish to send it?"
"Wy, to Em'ly
"Emily who?"
"I dunno, sir!"
"Where is she.
"Wy, dar in Washington!"
"Where's I dar'?"
"Wy, Sandy Bill; he know! "So the letter went to "Emily, care of Sandy Bill, care of Mr. J. W.
2O. A Quick-witted Negro
By GEORGE HENRY GORDON (1863) The Romance of the Civil War | ||