The Continental Monthly, Vol. 4, No. 1, July, 1863: Devoted to Literature and National PolicyVarious
History
The Continental Monthly, Vol. 4, No. 1, July, 1863: Devoted to Literature and National Policy
Various
Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; United States -- Politics and government -- 19th century -- Periodicals
Accordingly, the first few years after emancipation appear
on many estates to have been passed in a continual struggle on the part
of the negroes to see how much they could get out of the planters and
how little they could give in return. They knew they had the whip hand
of massa, and they were not slow to profit by the knowledge. They would
saunter to their work at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, dawdle
through it with intensely provoking unfaithfulness till three or four in
the afternoon, and then would raise a prodigious uproar if they were not
paid as liberally as if they had done an honest day's work. The poor
planter meanwhile was at his wits' end. It was of no use to turn them
off and hire another set, for, like the fox in the fable, he knew he
should only fare the worse. If the estate was large enough to stand the
strain for two or three years, and the manager was a man of self-control
enough to keep his temper, and firmness enough to persevere in a
winnowing of the whole region round about, treating them meanwhile with
decency, and paying them honestly and promptly, he would at last be able
to get a set of trusty hands, and give all the negroes of the
neighborhood such an understanding of him that they would be ready, if
they went to work for him, to leave off cheating, and honestly earn
their wages. A friend of mine took an abandoned estate in 1854, and
though for two or three years he was tortured like a bear at a stake, he
succeeded at last, by the most scrupulous fairness on his own part, and
by not tolerating the least dishonesty in a hand, in creating such a
public sentiment among his laborers, that for their own credit they
would themselves expose the dishonesty of a comrade. Now, he has as many
laborers, and profitable ones, as he needs. But how many planters could
be expected to have the principle or patience to carry out such a course
of discipline? The ruin of the estates, or rather the acceleration of
their inevitable ruin, is justly attributed, in large measure, to the
planters, to their imperious bearing toward the enfranchised blacks, to
their harsh expedients for keeping in dependence the large and much the
best class of blacks, who wanted to become freeholders, to the slackness
and unfaithfulness with which the wages of the people were often paid,
to the debasing influences of the plantation, which drove off the more
self-respecting, and to the waste, dishonesty, and shortsightedness
inevitable in the management of several hundred estates mainly by
middlemen. But on the other hand, it is not to be forgotten that the
African barbarian, brought a heathen from home, and plunged into the
deeper darkness of a compulsory heathenism, rigorously secluded by
jealous cupidity from every ray of intellectual, and, so far as
possible, of spiritual light, liable to cruel punishment if he snatched
a few hours from his rest or his leisure to listen to the missionary,
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