The Confessions of Nat Turner: The Leader of the Late Insurrections in Southampton, Va. As Fully and Voluntarily Made to Thomas R. Gray, in the Prison Where He Was Confined, and Acknowledged by Him to be Such when Read Before the Court of Southampton; With the Certificate, Under Seal of the Court Convened at Jerusalem, Nov. 5, 1831, For His Trial. Also, an Authentic Account of the Whole Insurrection. — John Shaqi
The Confessions of Nat Turner: The Leader of the Late Insurrections in Southampton, Va. As Fully and Voluntarily Made to Thomas R. Gray, in the Prison Where He Was Confined, and Acknowledged by Him to be Such when Read Before the Court of Southampton; With the Certificate, Under Seal of the Court Convened at Jerusalem, Nov. 5, 1831, For His Trial. Also, an Authentic Account of the Whole Insurrection.Turner, Nat
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The Confessions of Nat Turner: The Leader of the Late Insurrections in Southampton, Va. As Fully and Voluntarily Made to Thomas R. Gray, in the Prison Where He Was Confined, and Acknowledged by Him to be Such when Read Before the Court of Southampton; With the Certificate, Under Seal of the Court Convened at Jerusalem, Nov. 5, 1831, For His Trial. Also, an Authentic Account of the Whole Insurrection.
by about twenty men, I overtook two or three who told me the others were
dispersed in every direction. After trying in vain to collect a
sufficient force to proceed to Jerusalem, I determined to return, as I
was sure they would make back to their old neighborhood, where they
would rejoin me, make new recruits, and come down again. On my way back,
I called at Mrs. Thomas's, Mrs. Spencer's, and several other places, the
white families having fled, we found no more victims to gratify our
thirst for blood, we stopped at Majr. Ridley's quarter for the night,
and being joined by four of his men, with the recruits made since my
defeat, we mustered now about forty strong. After placing out sentinels,
I laid down to sleep, but was quickly roused by a great racket; starting
up, I found some mounted, and others in great confusion; one of the
sentinels having given the alarm that we were about to be attacked, I
ordered some to ride round and reconnoitre, and on their return the
others being more alarmed, not knowing who they were, fled in different
ways, so that I was reduced to about twenty again; with this I
determined to attempt to recruit, and proceed on to rally in the
neighborhood, I had left. Dr. Blunt's was the nearest house, which we
reached just before day; on riding up the yard, Hark fired a gun. We
expected Dr. Blunt and his family were at Maj. Ridley's, as I knew there
was a company of men there; the gun was fired to ascertain if any of the
family were at home; we were immediately fired upon and retreated,
leaving several of my men. I do not know what became of them, as I never
saw them afterwards. Pursuing our course back and coming in sight of
Captain Harris', where we had been the day before, we discovered a party
of white men at the house, on which all deserted me but two, (Jacob and
Nat,) we concealed ourselves in the woods until near night, when I sent
them in search of Henry, Sam, Nelson, and Hark, and directed them to
rally all they could, at the place we had had our dinner the Sunday
before, where they would find me, and I accordingly returned there as
soon as it was dark and remained until Wednesday evening, when
discovering white men riding around the place as though they were
looking for some one, and none of my men joining me, I concluded Jacob
and Nat had been taken, and compelled to betray me. On this I gave up
all hope for the present; and on Thursday night after having supplied
myself with provisions from Mr. Travis's, I scratched a hole under a
pile of fence rails in a field, where I concealed myself for six weeks,
never leaving my hiding place but for a few minutes in the dead of night
to get water which was very near; thinking by this time I could venture
out, I began to go about in the night and eaves drop the houses in the
neighborhood; pursuing this course for about a fortnight and gathering
little or no intelligence, afraid of speaking to any human being, and
returning every morning to my cave before the dawn of day.
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