The Continental Monthly, Vol. 2 No 4, October, 1862: Devoted To Literature And National PolicyVarious
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The Continental Monthly, Vol. 2 No 4, October, 1862: Devoted To Literature And National Policy
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'I've told you how I did it. I set some of them to oversee the rest.
_They_ thrashed them; I didn't. If they failed in their tasks, I talked
to them in this way,' (and he turned his wicked eye on me with a merry
twinkle,) 'I called out the overseer, and spoke to him so that the rest
could hear me; I said to him: 'Dick,' or 'Jeff,' or whatever his name
was, 'how is this? I set you a task this morning that you could do easy
enough. Why isn't it done? Some of your hands have been lazy. Now, mind,
this won't do. I don't want to punish you, but I see I'll have to do
it.' Then turning to the hands: 'Boys, what have you been so lazy for?
You don't want Jeff licked, do you? Why don't you work like men, and
finish the tasks I set you? You black devils, you! if you keep on in
this way you will always be niggars; but if you work, and do as you
ought to, you will get as white as I am, after a while!'
'This course generally had the desired effect; but I clinched the
argument by threatening to withhold their whisky rations if they failed
in their work.'
'Then you gave them whisky rations, did you?'
'Yes. Every Saturday night, if they had behaved well during the week, I
gave them a keg of whisky to keep Sunday with. We locked up the tools,
and the supplies, and in fact the houses. My room was bolted and barred
like a state's prison, and I had a complete arsenal of guns, swords, and
ammunition. And then they had a regular 'drunk' on Sunday. The keg held
just enough, and not a drop over. They divided it out among themselves,
by measurement, and it was all gone in time for them to get over the
effects of it before Monday morning.'
'Don't you think,' I inquired, 'that the expected whisky rations was
quite as great a stimulus to their exertions as your philosophical
exhortations?'
'Perhaps it was. But you must recollect that the whisky rations formed a
part of my lecture, and were always introduced as a clincher. I was the
most popular overseer ever on the plantation, and when I left the
darkies cried like babies. Talbot raised my wages to twelve hundred
dollars, dating from the time I went there, and I performed the whole
duties of overseer without any assistance.'
'And how did you come to leave so agreeable and profitable an
employment?'
'Well, I'll tell you how it was. Talbot used to get tight; and although
he was ordinarily a perfect gentleman in his behavior, when drunk he was
the very devil! Then, he would abuse me like a pickpocket, and find all
manner of fault with whatever I did. He would curse me for a d--d
Yankee, and I would give him as good as he sent. I was no more a Yankee
than he was, having been born, as you know, in Maryland.
'Often he drew his bowie-knife, and rushed at me as if he would cut me
into mince-meat; but I met him boldly with my 'cheese-cutter,' and
backed him down. I could have handled him as I would a child, and he
knew it. And if he had ever drawn blood on me, I would have killed him
in an instant; and he knew it.
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