The Old DominionJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Old Dominion
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Southampton Insurrection, 1831 -- Fiction
At length one man came forth, about ten or twenty yards before the
rest, and took a leisurely survey of the whole front of the house. I
was greatly afraid that some of our party would fire; but all kept
still. At length the negro returned to his companions, and then they
marched forward in a long, straggling line; each man with his gun
raised to his shoulder, covering the upper windows.
"Keep down!" I said to my young companion; "keep your head down, and
let them fire. Then raise yourself, choose your man, and when I give
the word, pull the trigger."
I have always found it a very difficult thing to get men to reserve
their fire. There is a sort of natural anxiety to have the first
chance, which causes many a shot to be thrown away. There was no
nervousness, however, upon the present occasion; and all remained
profoundly still, while the insurgents advanced to within about thirty
paces of the house. We could now see all the men distinctly; so much
so as nearly to distinguish their features, though that is somewhat
difficult with a negro, even in the daylight. They evidently saw us
too, and our white faces made us a better mark; but, as I had
expected, the having to fire upward disturbed their aim.
When they were at the distance I have mentioned, the word "Halt!" was
pronounced; and the whole line came to a stand. Then there seemed to
be some little hesitation; but, after a moment some one shouted,
"Fire!" And nine or ten guns went off right at the windows. The glass
crashed and rattled above us in the upper part of the frame, and a
bullet seemed to strike the wall just below where I was standing; but
not a single shot took effect upon anybody in the house.
I had a great mind to let them come a little nearer still, that we
might be more sure of our aim; but I knew that every one was impatient
round me; and, seeing a movement amongst the negroes, as if to make a
rush upon the lower part of the house, I gave the word to fire. Every
one was prepared; every one had selected his man, and all the guns
went off almost at once.
Never was such a scene as now ensued. Six or seven of the insurgents
fell down at once; and then there was a general scamper. Away they
went in every different direction--tumbling over their fallen
companions--running against the trees of the orchard--throwing away
their guns to fly the better; and showing every symptom of that panic
terror which so generally accompanies want of discipline.
From the boldness with which they had marched up to the house, and the
deliberation with which they had fired, I had not thought that the
affair would be so soon over; but they were now evidently routed
beyond any chance of a rally; and I gave one tall, big fellow, who was
running faster than any of the rest, the advantage of my second
barrel. He stumbled and fell, but was up again in a moment, and away,
though he must have been wounded. Several more shots were fired
amongst the fugitives from the other windows.
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