Two diaries From Middle St. John's, Berkeley, South Carolina, February-May, 1865: Journals kept by Miss Susan R. Jervey and Miss Charlotte St. J. Ravenel, at Northampton and Pooshee plantations, and reminiscences of Mrs. (Waring) Henagan; with two contemporary reports from federal officials.Jervey, Susan R. (Susan Ravenel)
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Two diaries From Middle St. John's, Berkeley, South Carolina, February-May, 1865: Journals kept by Miss Susan R. Jervey and Miss Charlotte St. J. Ravenel, at Northampton and Pooshee plantations, and reminiscences of Mrs. (Waring) Henagan; with two contemporary reports from federal officials.
Jervey, Susan R. (Susan Ravenel)
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Personal narratives, Confederate
The Yankees have been as high up as Cherry Grove and Poplar Hill; their
gun boats have gone up the river as far as Mexico, one threw a shell in
front of the house. They went to Mr. Warren Palmer’s[37] and offered him
three alternatives; to take the oath of allegiance; to give up his house
and be put across the river, or else they would give him sixty acres
(mind you, his own land!) which he was to work with his own negroes. A
poor man near Laurel Hill gave himself up to the enemy; was carried to
Charleston and thrown into barracks with about six hundred negroes,
with nothing but cracked corn to eat.
Monday, March 12th. Plenty of rumors to chronicle to-night; feel so much
more light hearted. We are not entirely deserted. A body of our men,
scouts under young Dennis[38] are doing fine work, if he only escapes
Bright’s fate. He and his men peppered the black troopers at Blue Hole.
* * * The story goes that the black troopers had so “raggified” the
house that the family had to take refuge in the kitchen and barn that
night. The scouts are repressing rebellion amongst the negroes. One
negro (Old Rose’s son Harry) disappeared the other night. Rius gave his
wife (Ellen) a fearful beating because she came to wait on Aunt Nenna.
Those who are faithful suffer so much from the rebellious ones, and we
can do nothing to protect them. Poor Mrs. Hill, a refugee from islands
was living in Whiteville. The Yankees found out, or pretended to find
out that the cook had put poison in the coffee they had demanded for
breakfast, turned her out of her home, just with the clothes she had on,
distributed everything and burnt the house.[39] Mom Beck from Cedar
Spring--she has clung to Kate[40] through everything--gave us an account
of the Yankees there. Anne Porcher asked the black captain what orders
he had to search so closely. He raised his gun and threatened to shoot
her; asked about John Porcher, said it was well he had not been killed
in the war as they would have wrung George’s[41] neck. How harrowing
this to poor Kate, so recently widowed with only George to care for! All
her meat, &c. was distributed, they sent her a portion, even some of her
wine, and finished off by all dining in the house at the table, the
Captain when he finished carrying off a silver butter knife and spoon to
remember the place. Quash[42] was here yesterday, gave a very
satisfactory account of Cedar Grove. He had heard wherever the Yankees
go the fellows with them are allowed to press all the animals for
themselves. As soon as he heard the troopers were coming, he mounted the
boys on the horses and mules, made them claim them and ride some way
with the troopers, then come back home. By morning every animal was safe
in the swamp.
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