The
38 year old bespectacled Democratic publisher of the Hinds County
Gazette, George William Harper (above), was worried. Even during the bright
arrogance of 1861, the one time mayor, two term state representative
and major of militia had watched with foreboding as “The Raymond
Fencibles” marched off to war in Virginia. Despite his personal
rejection of succession, George had volunteered as commissariat,
securing supplies for the 2 regiments raised in Hinds county. And
this gave him a perspective as, over the next two years, the war
crept closer to 512 Palestine Street in Raymond, where George's wife
Anna their six children lived.
Raymond
seemed safe from the anarchy of the war. The petite capital of Hinds
county was off the main road between Vicksburg and Jackson, yet
close to the Natchez Trace, on property donated by General Raymond
Robinson. By 1862 the 1,500 white residents boasted a new Greek
revival county court house (above)...
...Two respectable rooming houses - “The
City” and “The Oak Tree” (above) hotels - as well as the not quite so
respectable Florin House, several grand homes and two dozen or more
tenement apartments.
The town also boasted a new Episcopalian church as well as the older Methodist church,
ministered over by the Reverend Cooper - who was also owner of the diuretic
medicinal waters of Coopers Wells resort (above) just south of town. There were a couple of dry
goods stores, a few saloons and blacksmiths, a hand full of doctors,
a flurry of lawyers and Harper's Hinds County Gazette - second oldest
newspaper in the state. Raymond was as peaceful a town as could be found
in the cotton empire. And then, four days ago on 2 May, 1863, the
Yankees had captured Port Gibson, just 50 miles to the south.
The
sudden appearance of blue uniforms in the very gut of Mississippi
ripped apart the carefully cultured self image of gentility which had
graced the south for a century. In a region already stripped of young
white males, the nightmare of retribution was abruptly set free to
stalk the land in daylight, and the thousands of ways the “peculiar
institution” had twisted and bent the society, laws and psychology
of the south were revealed for their hypocrisy. So
terrifying was this sudden reality it must be doubtful if either
master or slave welcomed the revelation without reservations.
On
Tuesday, 5 May, halfway between Raymond and Edward's Depot. 500
troopers of the 2nd Illinois Cavalry had descended upon
and captured 100 mounted infantry of the 20th Mississippi.
That put Yankees within 8 miles of Raymond.
The next morning, George
Harper used his new Number 3 Washington Press, manufactured by New
York based Robert Hoe and Company, to deliver the depressing news to
his readers. It was, he wrote, “...a very gloomy day. Enemy
reported at Edwards Station, Auburn, Cayuga, (and) Rocky Springs.”
George
assured his readers the Yankees would concentrate on Vicksburg, 40
miles to the east, and that the fighting would come no closer than
the banks of the Big Black River – still 20 miles, a full day's
travel, away. But George knew a zone of uncertainty had opened up in
the rolling hills of central Mississippi, bordered by Bayou Pierre on
the south, the Big Black River on the west, Snake Creek to the east,
and to the north, the little community of Edward's Depot.
The
20 year old Tennessean Richard O. “Rich” Edward was one of the
75,000 whites drawn and 100,000 slaves forced to Mississippi after
the 1830 Treaty of Dancing Rabbit Creek. The sudden creation of 11
million acres of land turned conventional economics on its head. As
attorney and author of “The
Flush Times of Alabama and Mississippi”, Joseph Glover Baldwin put it, “The country was
just settling up”. Fraud was rampant, and yet it seemed every idiot
was making money. One of them explained, “...credit is plenty,
and he who has no money can do as much business as he who has...”.
“Rich” Edward easily acquired a few hundred acres in the Yazoo
River delta and started growing cotton.
In
1834, Mississippi produced 85 million pounds of cotton. Three years
later the cotton kingdom produced 200 million pounds of the white
fiber. Over the same time the price paid for that cotton in New
Orleans almost doubled. This drove inflation, but again, few seemed
to notice. Baldwin explained that “Money, or what passed for money
was the only cheap thing to be had.” It seemed as if the good
times would go on forever. They did not.
During
March and February of 1837 the price of cotton dropped 25%. The
immediate cause was President Andrew Jackson's order that the only
payment accepted for Federal lands would be in gold or silver. This
caused private banks to raise interest rates on paper – or specie
– loans. And that produced a seemingly endless string of
bankruptcies. In August of 1838, Colonel
William H. Shelton, President of one of the largest banks in
Mississippi, fled after his bank failed - “Gone to Texas” was the phrase. A year
later he committed suicide. In 1840 the entire state of Mississippi
defaulted on $2 million worth of loans to cotton farmers. It took
seven long years for the recovery to even begin.
In
1847 Richard Edward paid a dollar an acre for a section of 640 acres
of Harlan County, 16 miles from Vicksburg and just east of the Big
Black tributary called Baker's Creek. It was a new cotton boom. In
1850 Richard's 30 slaves produced 180, 500 pound bales of cotton,
shipped out of his own depot on the Mississippi Southern Railroad (above). By
1860 Richard's wealth included 124 slave laborers, making him one of
the top 12% of plantation slave owners.
But
in a back room at Edward's Produce and Grocery was the iron fist
required to make that wealth possible – 300 muskets and 10,000
rounds of ammunition. Almost every large plantation in the south had
a such larder, ever ready to respond to the great slave revolt, when it came. The
3,000 weapons destroyed by Grierson's raid were further evidence of
doomsday vaults dispersed though out Mississippi. And these were not
hysterical fantasies.
According to the 1860 census, there were
791,000 humans living in the state of Mississippi, of whom 437,000 –
55% - were owned by the remaining 350,000 – 45%. Some 80,000 white
Mississippi men then went to war, further unbalancing the social
power structure. It would have been odd, if the whites had not felt
vulnerable, because they were.
But
in the pine forests of Winston county, in north/central Mississippi, there were only 122 black
slaves, owned by just 14 white families - out of the total of 637
white families in the district. There was strong pro-union sentiment
in Winston County. Yet even here, where masters vastly outnumbered
those in bondage, owner Mr. C. D, Kelly was willing to believe his
own cook's tale of a mass slave conspiracy. Her name was never
provided, but Mr. Kelly said that on Friday, 20 September, while he was “chastising”, the “girl”, she had revealed a massive
plot to poison every white family in the county.
She said she had been provided with poison to murder her master, his wife and
child. According to the New York Times, a week after learning of the
plot, Mr. Kelly, “...called
on some five or six responsible and sober-thinking gentlemen,” to
form a Vigilance Committee. On 28 September the committee went from
plantation to plantation, beating slaves without explanation or
examination. The following day, the committee returned and some of
the slaves spontaneously “confessed”, leading to the arrest of
about 30 slaves. It was assumed white agitators had been lead the conspiracy, specifically a traveling photographer, later detained in Philadelphia
and identified only as G. Harrington – possibly Cole Harrington,
originally from New York City.
Observed
The Times, “ Knowing well that the law is too tardy in its
course...” the committee “...unanimously committed” to pass
punishment, “...on all persons, black or white, that may be
impeached before it. of aiding or abetting in insurrectionist plans
or movements, heretofore or hereafter.” The result, as reported in
the Louisville and St. Louis newspapers, was that one negro and Mr.
Harrington “had been hung.”
And, of course the remaining 29 slaves were whipped, “...so severely, that it was thought they would
die.’’
In February of 1862 Joseph Davis, elder brother to Confederate President Jeff Davis, took his family and “house slaves” to
Alabama for their safety. But the moment the master's boat left the
dock of his Hurricane Plantation, his field hands took control of the entire peninsula,
ransacking both Joseph's Hurricane Plantation house and Jefferson
Davis' Brierfield Plantation house.
All the cotton was burned, while
the self-emancipated slaves took everything they could
use back to their cabins (above) And there they stayed. A Confederate lieutenant, dispatched with a patrol to put down
the rebellion was shot at. The officer complained that, “...almost
all the slaves on (the) Davis plantation had guns and newspapers.”
Fifteen of the rebellious slaves were caught and several executed, but
the remaining slaves remained defiant. They even refused to surrender
the property to the Yankees, when they arrived.
It
was clear for some time to the so called benign slave masters that
they were sitting atop a powder keg of their own making.
Robert
Augustus Tombs (above), the 53 year old alcoholic Georgia genius, made the
other obvious point regarding slavery in his farewell address in
U.S. Senate. He said, “We want no negro equality, no negro
citizenship...” But this deeply racist man also accepted as fact the theory that
slavery was doomed in America. A year later, as Confederate Secretary
of State, he assured the Confederate Congress, "In 15 years
more, without a great increase in Slave territory, either the slaves
must be permitted to flee from the whites, or the whites must flee
from the slaves." The fuse on the powders keg was already
burning.
Viewed on a purely economic basis, slavery in the
America was already dying. The first slave empires had been Virginia
and Maryland. Fifteen to twenty years later, South Carolina had
replaced them, “... due to the exhaustion of the soil.” As the
cotton bushes consumed the available nitrogen, phosphorous and
potassium in the soil, cotton yields in first South Carolina and fifteen years
later, in Mississippi and Georgia began falling off. By 1860,
Arkansas and Louisiana were the new queens of cotton production. By
1875, if not earlier, Texas would be used up. And then, without
expansion into Mexico, slavery in the Americas would die a natural
death.
Would
the United States fight a new war, as they had in 1838 to seize
Texas, to convert Mexico into the new slave empire? Was it likely
Britain and France would allow such a conquest, if attempted, to go unchallenged?
The
truth was, as George William Harper well knew, the day of the slave
empire was over. And the American Civil War was about one third of
the nation refusing to accept that reality.
Three men who would affirm that unequivocal reality to the citizens of
the Confederacy - President Abraham Lincoln, in Washington, D.C.,
commander of the Army of the Tennessee, Lieutenant General Ulysses
Simpson Grant, and General William Tecumseh Sherman, who on 6 May,
1863, stepped ashore at Grand Gulf, Mississippi, at the head of the
15,000 men of his XVth. Corp.
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