Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1864-07-20
Shocking Picture Drawn
from Life.
Extract from letter written by solder in the
lOith Pennsylvania NOlunteers

iVith Pennsylyania Nolunteersl
NEAR RICHMOND, Va. June Is, 1861.
When last wrote to you believe wt
were near Frederick Since then the
rebels have been turned out of position
after position and have been driven acrOs.
every river from the Rapidan to the
James. Grants tactic are entirely siranG 90
to see. As rebel prisoner expressed it.
He fiankSus On the left and fights us on
the right. The entire practicahility oi
the overland route tO Richmond. which
the McCiellanites 50 yehemently denoun
ced, has been fully demonstrated Those
terrible iortiiications--impreg they
said-whielI covered every plain and
lined every crest from Frederick sburg to
Richmond. have been successfully turn.
ed and the iniersecting rivers have been
used to complete the progress. And, in.
stead of finding a hostile country, we
found thousands of friends who had been
long looking for Us, and who rejoiced at
our coming. The poor negroes: il would
have done yom heart good to see them
at every plantation, with their bundles
and children. waiting 10 Join the train
The wagon trains alone picked up about
| three thousand of these ireedmen-free
I nUh- Obtt DAfs1 tAlt LIEet1cllN. WISH
some of the pro slavery people of the
North would come out here and see how
this slavery has been carried On this State
| the stockraisiDg State Of the Confpdera-
! cy rs
| remember about four miles north OF
the Pamunkey River we were met by a
delegation of Uncle SANS hardy black
| fellows, who wanted to emigrate to the
/ Yankee land of promise They ssid they
represented $50 slaves. the property of
Mr.. Anderson Scott, who owned these
cultivated fields for miles. They wanted
/ to ret thsir children carried on our trans
porlaticn wagons, to White House land
| ing, from which place they had been as
sured Uncle Sam would take them North.
! Our wagons being full. we could accom-
modate but few However, any thing
was preferable to being a slave; 50 they
determined to come along any way
About mile further, we came TO the
mansionof this rich slave lord Mr. Scott
{ A broad avenue, lined with broad spread
ing Msgnolias in full bloom, led up to
the house, which was of the usual style
of Southern Plantation houses On one
side of this house, and in the rear, stood
q very neat and tidy littleslave hut. Ev-
cry thing was clean about The little
yard neatly trimmed and swept, the
! door step was scrubbed to az astonishing
degree of whiteness, everything in fact,
denoting the careful and skillful house
/ keeper.
Around the door were three women and
half dozen children, from the wee baby
to the young girl of fifteen or sixteen
Two of the women were about q shade
lighter than the quadroon, while all
the children were white. The third wo-
man was apparently pure white; her
eyes were blue, her hair brown and
straight; her features were entirely Amer
ican-nothinc TO denote particle fne-
gro blood. In her arms she had a beau
tiful little boy, about four years old.
with fair hair and blue eyes. This wo-
man was crying bitterly when we rode
up. Thinking that she was member of
the family, we tried to console her by as
surfing her that Yankees made war upon
, men and not upon women. Can yon i'm
agine how shocked we were when told that
this white woman and her child were
slaves, and that the degraded woman was
weeping for shame at her degradation!-
Lieutenant Wren, Quartermaster of the
9lst New York, was so excited that he
bolted into the house, and his sword rat
tied and his spurs jingled with his impet-
Mostly as he strobe along the hall in search
of the 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 she had an idiotie son in the house
who was sick, and they could not go
without him. j asked this woman if she
was the daughter of the owner Of the
plantation. She said she was. We went
into the hut, and upon clean bed there
sat this poor idiot boy, white rs | sm,
with brown hair. About this time Mr..
Scott came in, the lord and owner of all
these white people, whittier than himself
He is an old shriveled up, niger faced,
crooked backed little specimen of South
ern chiyalry. aristocratic as a king and
Virginia born by Gawd asked the
mother of this boy if Mr. Scott was his
father? You should have seen her blush
as she answered. "Yes" The ineestous
old beast! This idiot son-the child of
his own daughter-iather and grand
father to his own children,
Now, send down your Pro Slavery par
tisans and Copperheads of the North to
look upon this. Talk 20 me OF the divin-
ity of slavery The horrible barbarity
and crimes of this institution can never
be told in the North. They must be seen
to be believed. Is it possible that any
nation can live or stand that has for its
corner stone this crime? | go on with re-
newed and firmer faith, if possible, in the
absolute Justice OF our cause. [ consider
Thf- ,N,oruo1o,,- IL W.,
roofing out the dragons teeth that we
have sown, and in their stead drop the
precious seed of freedom for all. | have
an impression, that amounts to n convict
ion, that this war will not terminate un-
Ill slavery, the essence of crime and ''the
sum ofvillaines," is destroyed completely
and irretrievably. Heaven grant that so
it may be. Do you know how these skin
aTistocrats rave over the new theory Of
miscegeneration, or mixture of the ra-
ces! Here we have practical illustra-
tion of their duplicity and Inconsistency
in the very worst form of miscegeneration
-incestous amslgamation.
All the rest of the old mans slaves
floating capital) passed at this time with
their traps and pappooses, shouting on
the way to glory and to freedom, "Come
alongl Come along! We're gwine to hab
our freedomw This sight so excited the
poor white slaves, who, knowing their in
ability to go along without the boy, be-
gan to cry in the most distressing manner,
and there in the midst of them stood
this old scoundrel, the author of all this
misery. 1 believe l would have been
justified in breaking his neck.
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The Black Warrior is the title of anews'
paper recently started by the colored sol
diers at Fort Parapet, Louisiana. An ed
itorial treats upon the Fort Pillow mas
sacre. They have flung down the gaunt-