No sooner had the war commenced in the spring of 1861, than the slaves were gathered from the various plantations, and shipped by freight cars, or boats, to some centre, and apportioned out and sent to work at different war points.  I do not know just how many slaves the Confederate Government required each master to furnish for its service, but I know that 15 of the 465 slaves on my master’s, Col.  M.E.  Singleton’s, plantation, were sent to work on fortifications each year during the war.

The war had been going on two years before my turn came.  In the summer of 1863 with thousands of other negroes, gathered from the various parts of the state, I was freighted to the city of Charleston, South Carolina, and the group in which my lot fell was sent to Sullivan’s Island.  We were taken on a boat from the city of Charleston, and landed in a little village, situated nearly opposite Fort Sumter, on this island.  Leaving behind us Fort Moultrie, Fort Beauregard, and several small batteries, we marched down the white sandy beach of the island, below Fort Marshall, to the very extreme point, where a little inlet of water divides Sullivan’s from Long Island, and here we were quartered under Capt.  Charles Haskell.

From this point on the island, turning our faces northward, with Morris Island northwest of us, and looking directly north out into the channel, we saw a number of Union gun boats, like a flock of black sheep feeding on a plain of grass; while the men pacing their decks looked like faithful shepherds watching the flock.  While we negroes remained upon Sullivan’s Island, we watched every movement of the Union fleet, with hearts of joy to think that they were a part of the means by which the liberty of four and one-half millions of slaves was to be effected in accordance with the emancipation proclamation made the January preceding.  We kept such close watch upon them that some one among us, whether it was night or day, would be sure to see the discharge of a shot from the gun boat before the sound of the report was heard.  During that summer there was no engagement between the Union fleet and the Confederates at that point in South Carolina.  The Union gun boats, however, fired occasional shots over us, six miles, into the city of Charleston.  They also fired a few shells into a marsh between Sullivan’s Island and Mount Pleasant, but with no damage to us.

WHAT WORK THE NEGROES DID ON THE ISLAND.

After we had reached the island, our company was divided.  One part was quartered at one end of the Island, around Fort Moultrie, and we were quartered at the other end, at Fort Marshall.  Our work was to repair forts, build batteries, mount guns, and arrange them.  While the men were engaged at such work, the boys of my age, namely, thirteen, and some older, waited on officers and carried water for the men at work, and in general acted as messengers between different points on the island.