Peculiar: A Tale of the Great TransitionSargent, Epes
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Peculiar: A Tale of the Great Transition
Sargent, Epes
African Americans -- Fiction; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
A servant knocked at the door and left a package. It contained a
complimentary letter and a Colonel’s commission, signed by the
Confederate authorities. “You see these,” said Onslow, handing them to
Kenrick. Then, taking them, he contemptuously tore them, and madly threw
the pieces on the floor.
“Yes, my father is right,” he cried. “It is Slavery that has done this
horror. On the head of Slavery lies the guilt. O the blind fool, the
abject fawner, that I’ve been! Instead of being by the side of my brave
brother, here I was wearing the detested livery of the brutal Power that
smote down a whole family because they would not kneel at its bloody
footstool! Who ever heard of a man being harmed at the North for
_defending_ Slavery? No! ’t is a foul lie to say that aught but Slavery
can prompt and lend itself to such barbarities! The cowardly butchers!
O, damn them! damn them!”
And he tore from his shoulders the badges of his military rank, and,
spurning them with his foot, continued: “My noble father! the good, the
devout, the heroic old man! How, even under his mortal agony, his belief
in God, in right, in immortality, shines forth! Did ever an outcast
creature apply to him in vain for help? Quick to resent, how much
quicker he was to forgive! The soul of rectitude and truth! Did you ever
see his seal, Charles? A straight line, with the motto _Omnium
brevissima recta!_ But he could not bow to Slavery as the supreme good.
For that he and his must be slaughtered! And William, the brave and
gentle! And Emily, the tenderly-bred and beautiful! And my sainted—”
He knelt, and, raising both arms to heaven, cried: “Hear me, O God!
Eternal Justice, hear me! If ever again, in thought or act, I show mercy
to this merciless Slave Power,—if ever again I palliate its crimes or
utter a word in extenuation of its horrors,—that moment annihilate me as
a wretch unfit either for this world or any other!”
Then, rising, he said, “Kenrick, your hand!”
“Not yet,” said Kenrick. “My friend, Slavery is no worse to-day than it
was yesterday. You have known for the last three months that these
minions and hirelings of the slave aristocracy were hounding, hanging,
and torturing men throughout Slavedom, for the crime of being true to
their country’s flag.”
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