The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 11, No. 63, January, 1863 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 340 pages of information about The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 11, No. 63, January, 1863.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 11, No. 63, January, 1863 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 340 pages of information about The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 11, No. 63, January, 1863.

“At five o’clock on Friday morning, November 7, we were under way.  Captain Budd, of the gun-boat Potomska, had kindly promised the evening before to accompany us past the most dangerous places.  On reaching his station in Sapelo Sound, we found him in readiness.  Our little fleet, led by the Potomska, and followed by the Darlington, sailed proudly up the winding Sapelo, now through marshes, and then past large and beautiful plantations.  It was very affecting to see our soldiers watching intensely the colored forms on land, one saying, in the agony of deepest anxiety, ‘Oh, Mas’r, my wife and chillen lib dere,’ and another singing out, ‘Dere, dere my brodder,’ or ‘my sister.’  The earnest longings of their poor, anguish-riven hearts for landings, and then the sad, inexpressible regrets as the steamer passed, must be imagined,—­they cannot be described.

“The first landing was made at a picket-station on Charles Hopkins’s plantation.  The enemy was driven back; a few guns and a sword only captured.  The Potomska came to anchorage, for lack of sufficient water, a few miles above, at Reuben King’s plantation.  Here we witnessed a rich scene.  Some fifty negroes appeared on the banks, about thirty rods distant from their master’s house, and some distance from the Darlington.  They gazed upon us with intense feelings, alternately turning their eyes toward their master, who was watching them from his piazza, and toward our steamer, which, as yet, had given them no assurances of landing.  The moment she headed to the shore, their doubts were dispersed, and they gave us such a welcome as angels would be satisfied with.  Some few women were so filled with joy, that they ran, leaped, clapped their hands, and cried, ‘Glory to God!  Glory to God!’

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“After relieving the old planter of twenty thousand dollars’ worth of humanity, that is, fifty-two slaves, and the leather of his tannery, we reembarked.  Our boats were sent once and again, however, to the shore for men, who, having heard the steam-whistle, came in greatest haste from distant plantations.

“As the Potomska could go no farther, Captain Budd kindly offered to accompany us with one gun’s crew.  We were glad to have his company and the services of the crew, as we had only one gun’s crew of colored men.  Above us was a bend in the river, and a high bluff covered with thick woods.  There we apprehended danger, for the Rebels had had ample time to collect their forces.  The men were carefully posted, fully instructed as to their duties and dangers by Colonel Beard.  Our Parrotts were manned, and everything was in readiness.  No sooner were we within rifle-shot than the enemy opened upon us a heavy fire from behind the bank and trees, and also from the tops of the trees.  Our speed being slow and the river’s bend quite large, we were within range of the enemy’s guns for some time.  How well our troops bore themselves will be seen by Captain Budd’s testimony.

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