Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1864-07-15
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THE INHUsIAK1TY or SLAVERY,

THE INHUsIAKITY or SLAVERY.
Extract from letter written by a soldier
in the I4oth Pennsylvania Volunteers ;.a
NEAR RIcHMoKD, Va, June Is.
wish some of the pro-slavery people ol
the north would come out here and see how
TINS system of slavery has been carried on
in this State, the stock raising State of the
Confederaey.
About four miles north OF the Pamunkey
river, we were met by a delegation of I'm
Gle Toms hardy black fellows who wanted
to emigrate to the Yankee land of promise.
They said they represented one hundred
and fifty slaves, the property of Mr.. An
derson Scott, who owned these cultivated
fields for miles. They wanted TO get their
children carried In our transportation wag-
ons 10 White House Landing, from which
place they had been assured, Uncle Sam
would take them north. Our wagons beng
full, we could accommodate but few. How
ever, anything was preferable to being a
slave; so they determined to come along,
anv wav. About a mile further we came
to the mansion of this rich slave lord, MIR.
Scott. a broad avenue. lined with broad
spreading magnolias in full bloom, led up
10 the house, which was the usual style of
Southern plantation houses On one side
of his house, in the reas, stood very neat
and tidy little slave hut Every thing was
clean about The little yard neatly trim
med and swept, the doorstep scrubbed to
an astonishing degree ofwhiteness; every
thing, IN fact, denoting the careful and
skiIful housekeeper Around the door
were three women aud about half dozen
children, from the wee baby to the young
girl of fifteen or sixteen. Two of the wo-
men were shade lighter than the quad
room, while all the children were white
The third woman was apparently, pure
white: her eyes were blue, her hair was
brown and straight; her features were en-
tirely American-nothing to denote par
ticle of negro blood, In her arms she had
beautiful little boy about four years old,
with fair hair and blue eyes. This woman
was CRYING bitterly when we rode up
Thinking that she was a member of the
family that occupied the mansion, we tried
to console her by assuring her that Yam
KEGS made war upon men not wolnen.-
Can YOU imagine how shocked we were
when told that this white woman and child
were slaves, and that the degraded mother
was weeping for very shame at her degra-
dation! Lieut.. Wren, Quartermaster OF
the 6Ist New York, was SO excited that he
bolted into the house and his sword ratified
and his spurs jingled with his impetuosity
as he strobe along the halls in search OF
the old scoundrel, Scott.
l asked one of the women why she did
not bundle up and come along, now that
that she had chance, with the rest 2
She said she had an idiotic son in the house
who was sick, and they could not go with
out him. l asked this woman if she was
the daughter of the owner of the planta-
ton? She said she wasl We went into
the hut, and upon a clean bed there sat
this poor, idiotic boy, white as [ am, with
brown hair. About this time, Mr.. Scott
came in, the lord and owner of all these
white people, whittier than himself Heis
al OIu, SHIlNolou-up, ASS0tu l'OON., NtSOiN
ed-backed, little specimen of the Southern
chiyalrv, aristocratic as king. Iasked the
mother of this boy if Mr.. Scott was his fa-
ther. You should have seen her blush as
she answered Yesr The incestous old
beast! This idiot son-the child dof his own
daughter-father and grandfather of his
own children
All the rest of the old mans slaves float
ing capitaD passed by at this time with
their traps and pappooses, shouting on the
road to glory and to freedom, Come along
Come along! We are gwine to have om
freedomr This sight so excited these pool
white slaves, who, knowing their inability
to go along without the boy, began to cry
in the most distressing manner, and there
in the midst of them stood this old scoun
drel, the author of this misery. ] believe
/ would have been justified in breaking
his neck. Oh, God blot out the curse.