A Woman's Life-Work — Labors and Experiences of Laura S. HavilandHaviland, Laura S. (Laura Smith)
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A Woman's Life-Work — Labors and Experiences of Laura S. Haviland
Haviland, Laura S. (Laura Smith)
Freed persons; Haviland, Laura S. (Laura Smith), 1808-1898; Underground Railroad
"They are in very large barracks, and it is a very unpleasant place for
a lady to visit; but if it is your wish, these gun-boat officers wanted
me to ask you if you had any objections to their going."
"Not at all; all can go who wish."
Captain Noyce and wife took us to the barracks, where the prisoners
were arranged in rows, six men deep, on both sides and at the end,
leaving an aisle three feet in width between. In every berth there was
a man in a horizontal position; and all were in irons, either in
handcuffs with chain, or in a clog for the ankle, to which was attached
the chain and ball. What a scene! The click of the irons at the least
move greeted our ears. We walked midway of the long aisle, and looked
over the sad faces before us. Upon the necks of those who stood near
vermin were to be seen. Filthy and ragged were many of these poor boys.
Some had been there a year, without change of raiment. I could say
nothing of the injustice of their punishment; but I exhorted them to
come forth from this furnace of affliction with higher, nobler, and
holier aspirations than ever before, and to lift up their heads in hope
of better days, although the heavens might then seem as brass and the
earth as bars of iron. I spoke a few minutes, and as I closed my
remarks I turned to sister Backus, standing by, and asked her to say a
few words of encouragement, but she declined. She said that all she
could do was to weep with those who wept. I knelt to pour out the
overflowings of a full heart in prayer, and as I did so they all knelt
with me, amid the clank and clatter of irons that made it necessary to
wait a moment to be heard.
As we were leaving, two prisoners advanced a few steps toward us and
said, "In behalf of our fellow-prisoners, we return to you our thanks
for the kind words which you have spoken to us, and pray God to restore
you safe to your Northern homes." We bade them adieu, with many tears.
After leaving this place we visited other quarters equally large, with
similar experiences.
I had become very much interested in a number with whom I conversed,
who were very thankful for the Testaments we gave them. They gave
evidence of possessing an earnest trust in God and of enjoying the
cleansing power of the blood of his dear Son.
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