Daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1859-1865, 1864-06-29
BEAsTLTNEss IN VIRGINIA.

A ShOcklDg Picture Drawn from Life
Extract from letter written by SOL
dier in the l4O.h Pennsylvania volunteers:
NEAR RIcHxoSD, Va. June ls.-I remem.
Der about four miles north OF the Pamnn-
key river, we were met by delegation of
Uncle Toms hardy black fellows, who
wasted TO emigrste to the Yankee land
of promise. They said they represented
one hundred and fifty slaves, the property
of Mr.. Anderson Scott, who owed these
cultivated fields for miles. They wanted TO
get their children carried in our transporta
ton wagons to White House landing, from
which place they had been assured, Uncle
Sam would take them North. Our wagons
being full, We could accommodate but few.
However, any thing was preferable to be-
ing slave; so they determined to come
along any way. About q mile further we
came to the mansion of this rich slave lord,
Mr.. Scott. a broad avenue lined with
broad spreading maguoliss in fall bloom
led up to the house, which was the usual
style of southern plantation houses. On
one side of this house and in the rear,
stood a very neat and tidy little slave hut.
Everything was clean about The little
yard neatly trimmed and swept, the door
step scrubbed to an astonishing degree of
whiteness; everything, in fact deuoting
the careful and skillful housekeeper.-
Around the door were three women and
about half dozen children from the wee
baby to the young girl of Is or Is. Two
of the women we're about shade lighter
than the quadroon, while all the children
we're white. The third woman was sp-
parently pure white; her eyes were blue,
her hair was brown and straight; her fea-
lures were entirely Notwithstanding to
denote particle 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 member of the family that occu.
pied the mansion. we tried to console her
by assuring her th6t Yankees made war
upon men and not upon women. Can you
imagine how shocked we were when we
were told that this white woman and child
were slaves, and that the degraded mother
was weeping for very shame at her degra-
dationl Lieut. Warren, Quartermaster of
the 65th New York, was SO excited that
he bolted into the house, and his sword
ratified and his spurs jingled with his i'm
petuosity as he strobe along the hall in
search ofthe old scoundrel Scott asked
one of the women why she did not
bundle up and come along, now that
she had chance, with the rest. She
said that she had an idiotic son in
the house who was sick and they
conld not so without him. l asked this
woman if she was the daughter of the own.
er Of the plantation. She said she was
We went into the hut, and upon clean bed
there sat the. poor idiot boy, white as 1 am,
with brown hair. About this time MIR.
Scott came in, the lord and owner of all
these white people; whittier than himself
he is an old shriveled up, niggard faced,
crooked backed little specimen of southern
chivalry-aristooratic as king and ''yir-
ginian born by Gawd." asked the mother
of this boy if Mr.. Scott was his father! You
should have seen her bushes as she ans.
wered eyes" The ipcestuous old beast /
THIS idiot son-the child of his osOn daughter
fatheT and grandfather to his Ot0n children.