The Aberdeen examiner. [volume] (Aberdeen, Miss.) 1866-current, 1883-06-14

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Gen. Wade Hampton auh T.sS
mississippi Lahorcrs.
The following authentic story in
reference TO Gen. Wade Hampton,
which well illustrates the former 70
lation between the Southern p'antcr
and his servitors and the bond that
still attaches them to each other, will
interest many readers of the Exami-
ner at home and abroad; at all events
we shall tell it, as it has nevor been
in print before that we are aware Of:
1t is generally known that Senator
Hampton owns an extensive cotton
plantation in Washington county,
Miss, which was supplied before and
during the war with numerous slaves
from South Carolina, many of whom
We're personally strangers TO him.
During the summer of 1865, some
months after the close Of the waI'-
or at least the fighting part of the
war--wnen the great Carolina caval-
ry commander, like so many other
Southern farmers, was sadly out Of
money, and brooding almost Aope>
Inssly over the ruins that u vandGiN
ism, hardly excellod by that which
cursed the Palatinate, had wrought
in bis once beautiful home, was sit
ting under the shade Of trea in
Columbia conversing with Il group OF
triends,a venerable negro approached
'he party, and after waiting some
Ii tic time, hat in hand, for II luil in
tho conversation, finally made polite
bow TO the General and thus accost-
ed him,
"Howdy do, Mars Wade? mighty
glad to see you;' at the same time
extending a hand which was cordial
ly grasped by tho old soldier
"Howdy, old mani" he replied.
"What is your name"
Name John, Sar."
"Who do you belong to John--ab,
oXcuse me, to whom did you belong?'
"B'long to you Sar," rcioined
the old man,
"Wherc did you como from,Jchn?"
asked the General
From de plantation on dc Mas,
sasip, Sar,'
"Well, John, how are you all get
ting along down there?'
entity bad monsus bad, Mars
Wade; monsus bad
"Any serious damage done 10 the
plantation, john anxiously querried
the Genoial.
Lord Mars Wade, de Yankees
done jest gone clear through you.
He tief eberthing; de wUck critters,
de COWS an ebcn de chickens all tuck
away, an de gin house dun burned
up. But we hearn norated dey was
cumin, an we fabe forty bags oh
cotton an Lid him away in do swamp
for you, Mars Wade, and dats bout
all you got down dar cep'in de land
you say you are getting along
badly responded the General,
what seems to bo the difficulty"
"Why, Mars Wade, de niggors is
all bosses, m tinBs a~so mixed up
dar, dat pears no getton long no
way. One say dis, anodor say dat,
an nobody to eide atween en-; dar-
fore nuttin's done,an what little craps
in de ground is looking nifty sorry.
Oats what fotoh me here, Mars Wade.
Las week de niggers'all had mcotin
an cludod you mus come down an sot
EN- all right agin,or obery ting would
60 to de dobbil. Dey sont mo here
speshly to beg you to come down an
straiteu tings"
"Why John, replied The General,
Il am very sorry to hear you are all
in such a bad fix, and would gladly
help my faithful people if 1 could,
but that is impossible I have not
money enough to pay NY railroad
fare ten miles out Of Columbia, and
my friends are all about as poor as I
am.
A kind Of a triumphant smile lit
up the old mans dusky countenance
at this announcement, and he hur-
riedly ropliod-
"Dats all right, Mars Wade, dats
all right--dey sposod Ia fuo you in