“On arriving, a meeting of the colored men was called to obtain enlistments.  The large church was crowded.  After addresses had been made by the writer and Colonel Beard, one hundred men volunteered at once, and the number soon reached about one hundred and twenty-five.  Such, however, were the demands of Fort Clinch and the Quartermaster’s Department for laborers, that Colonel Rich, commanding the fort, consented to only twenty-five men leaving.  This was a sad disappointment, and one which some determined not to bear.  The twenty-five men were carefully selected from among those not employed either on the fort or in the Quartermaster’s Department, and put on board.  Amid the farewells and benedictions of hundreds of their friends on shore they took their departure, to prove the truth or falsity of the charge, ‘The black man can never fight.’  On calling the roll, a few miles from port, it was found our twenty-five men had increased to fifty-four.  Determined not to be foiled in their purpose of being soldiers, it was found that thirty men had quietly found their way on board just at break of day, and had concealed themselves in the hold of the ship.  When asked why they did so, their reply was,—­

“’Oh, we want to fight for our liberty, and for de liberty of our wives and children.’

“‘But would you dare to face your old masters?’

“‘Oh, yes, yes! why, we would fight to de death to get our families,’ was the quick response.

“No one doubted their sincerity.  Muskets were soon in their hands, and no time was lost in drilling them.  Our steamer, a very frail one, had been barricaded around the bow and stern, and also provided with two twelve-pounder Parrott guns.  These guns had to be worked by black men, under the direction of the captain of the steamer.  Our fighting men numbered only about one hundred and ten, and fifty of them were raw recruits.  The expedition was not a very formidable one, still all seemed to have an unusual degree of confidence as to its success.

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“November 6.  The women and children (about fifty) taken from St. Simond’s on the day previous were now landed for safety in St. Catharine’s, as a more hazardous work was to be undertaken.  Much of the night was spent in getting wood for the steamer, killing beeves, and cooking meats, rice, and corn, for our women and children on shore, and for the troops.  The men needed no ‘driver’s lash’ to incite them to labor.  Sleep and rest were almost unwelcome, for they were preparing to go up Sapelo River, along whose banks, on the beautiful plantations, were their fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, wives, and children.  Weeks and months before, some of the men had left those loved ones, with a promise to return, ‘if de good Lord jis open de way.’