THE ESCAPE FROM COLUMBIA.
Mysterious voices.--"I reckon deys Yankees."--"Who comes there?"--The Lady of the Manor.--A weird spectacle.--The struggle through the swamp.--A reflection on Southern swamps in general.-"Tired nature"s sweet restorer."
The attention of the fugitives was suddenly arrested by the sound of human voices in their immediate rear. It occurred to both at once to discover as quickly as possible if the speakers were white or black, and they accordingly listened in the hope of learning their color by their dialect. This was by no means easy, the vernacular of the poorer cla.s.s of whites in that section of the country very much resembling the ordinary dialect of the negroes. The comrades, however, concluded to risk a halt until the strangers came up. Glazier then saluted them with the remark that it was "a pleasant night," with the view of drawing them out before committing himself. "Indeed "tis!" was the reply. This failed to convey the desired information as to the color of the strangers, and they thought it wiser to hurry forward than prolong the conversation at some risk to their safety. Before they had advanced many steps, however, they were agreeably surprised by hearing one of the same party remark to another, "I reckon deys Yankees," followed by the response, "Golly, I hope to G.o.d dey is!" Glazier immediately turned and inquired, "Do you know who I am?" "I reckon I dunno yer, ma.s.sa," was the reply. "Have you ever seen a Yankee?" asked Glazier. "Lord bress yer, ma.r.s.er, I"ve seen a right smart heap ov um down at Clumby." "Well," said Glazier, "do we look like them?" "How"n de debbil can I tell dat in de dark, ma.r.s.er?"
answered the now unmistakable negro, "but I spec" yer talk jest like"
em." "We are Yankees," responded Glazier, "and have just escaped from Columbia. My good fellow, can"t you do something for us?" "Ob course!"
said our colored friend, promptly. "I"ll do all I can for you, marster.
I no n.i.g.g.a if I didn"t "sist de Yankees."
[Ill.u.s.tration: The Escape--fed By Negroes In A Swamp.]
The fugitives had heard so much from their fellow-prisoners of the sympathy exhibited by the colored people of the South for Federal soldiers, that they hesitated not for a moment to place the fullest confidence in these humble friends. They thereupon explained their precise situation, and told them the story of their recent escape. They also learned from the negroes that they were returning to their masters, having come from Columbia, where they had been working upon a new prison stockade, now abandoned on account of the expected approach of General Sherman.
The name of their "Master" was Steadman, and, slave-fashion, one of the men was named "Ben Steadman." They were directing their steps to Mr.
Steadman"s plantation on the Augusta Road, and the fugitives therefore decided to keep in their company and use them as guides. In the nature of things, unless guided by some one accustomed to traveling in a country so bare of landmarks, they would lose ground continually, even if they ever reached their destination.
One of the negroes with that shrewdness engendered by slavery, in which cunning is the only protection against injury; and strength and courage count for nothing; suggested that so large a party would attract attention, and the safety of the two officers might be endangered. It was therefore finally determined that Ben should act as guide, and the other darkies take a different route home. Another advantage to be derived from dividing the party was that in the event of the fugitives being pursued, the double trail would mystify the hounds. Ere long Ben reached a bridle-path, which plunged into the wood, and as it offered superior advantages on account of its narrowness and privacy, and from the fact of its leading to the plantation of a well-known planter and therefore less likely to be suspected of being the road taken by escaped prisoners, the little party concluded that this was their safest route.
They therefore hurried forward upon their way, Ben preceding them in the double capacity of guide and scout. A few miles from its commencement this path led to a blind road, which Ben informed them was seldom traveled by any in the night-time but men of his own race, so they turned into it, and had become quite joyful and careless, when suddenly the challenge, "Who goes there?" rang out in the stillness, and the next moment Ben was halted by the sentry of a Confederate picket consisting of eight men, who had bivouacked just off the road. Ben boldly advanced, and our two friends, it must be admitted, with more discretion than valor, started off like lightning, their "guide" meanwhile amusing the guard with a description of how "Dem two oder dam n.i.g.g.as got skeered, kase dey thought Mars Sentinel must be a dam Yank!"
No harm could come to Ben, as he was in a condition to prove that two other negroes had left Columbia with him, and the fugitives therefore feeling that _he_ was safe, concealed themselves among the brush and awaited events. Ben shortly pa.s.sed their place of hiding, in custody, _en route_ to the Reserve, and our friends were not a little amused, despite their danger, to hear Ben"s vigorous denunciation of "dem two cowardly n.i.g.g.as," who had taken to their heels!
A few moments only elapsed before they were made aware, by certain unmistakable tokens, that they were in dangerous proximity to the Confederate encampment, and although nearly famished, for they had eaten nothing since morning, it was deemed safest to lie _perdu_; so, thanking the good Providence which had sped them thus far on their journey, they lay down and slept.
The enemy"s camp, which upon closer inspection, turned out to be simply the resting-place of a local patrol, unconnected with any regular command, broke up early in the morning, and Glazier and his companion once more had a clear road. Although hungry from long fasting, they ran swiftly over the swampy ground, and felt so elated to find themselves again in a state of freedom, that they laughed and joked like boys released from school, and pushed on until the verge of an extensive mora.s.s was reached and pa.s.sed, and they found themselves in a section of country well wooded and watered, the alternate hills and vales presenting a pleasing variety to the eye.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Pursuit Of Knowledge Under Difficulties.]
There was here also a public road, but it would have been dangerous to travel thereon, and they therefore strode on beneath the trees and umbrageous undergrowth of the wood. Having had no breakfast, "blueberries" were not precisely the diet they would have selected for dinner, but as _necessitas non habet leges_, they quietly munched their berries, and we may hope felt grateful that matters were no worse. After a while they made a sudden detour, crossing the high-road, and by so doing, again broke the trail. Next they came to a clearing, but the sight of a planter leaning against a fence, soon sent them back to the friendly shelter of the wood. Late in the afternoon they came to a large plantation on the border of which was a copse, in which they lay down and watched for the opportunity of communicating with some of the house slaves. At the expiration of about an hour, a lady, probably the mistress of the estate, pa.s.sed within a few yards of them, accompanied by a troupe of merry children. They however went on their way, utterly unconscious of the close proximity of two terrible Yankees!
Here our fugitives remained quietly concealed until night, and then cautiously crept away. They proceeded onward until they found themselves near a junction of cross-roads. Arrived at this junction, matters looked serious. Unlike mariners, they had no compa.s.s; unlike Indians, they were inexpert at discerning a trail; and what was more appalling, they distinctly saw reared up against the moonlit sky--a gallows! Our two friends approached this object very cautiously. It was not an unusual thing to hang spies, and not unfrequently those _mistaken_ for spies, but to hang them on a regularly constructed gibbet was not usual; and therefore while Lemon insisted that the black and skeleton-like object that loomed against the horizon was a gallows, he still entertained some doubt upon the subject, and determined to satisfy himself by a closer inspection.
The weird object before them proved to be an innocent guide-board--the article of all others they most needed at that moment. Like the celebrated laws of Nero, however, the _directions_ were posted very high, but Lemon being tall, our hero mounted on his shoulders and by the light of the moon deciphered the inscription. They had now no difficulty in choosing their way. On they pushed therefore; and during the black darkness of the night, crept through the tangled underwood, and over swamps where loathsome, crawling things that shun by day the presence of man, now seemed to seek his acquaintance. How mysterious are these dense untrodden forests of the South! The very air one breathes is living.
Throughout the day a million chirping, whirring, twittering sounds, salute the ear. The short gra.s.s beneath the forest trees moves, writhes, and creeps with microscopic life, until the brain grows dizzy at the sight. At night it is no less marvellous to hear the myriad denizens of the swamps and woods; and terrible when your tread on some soft, velvety substance reveals a sleeping snake, who, at the same moment, attacks you with his poisonous fang, mayhap, fatally.
It is a singular, but well-accredited fact, that these great Southern swamps have been yearly deteriorating, while the surrounding country has been growing in civilization. Old writers tell us that the reptile life now infesting them in such rank luxuriance had scarcely any existence one hundred years ago. Colonel Byrd writes of the "Dismal Swamp:" "Since the surveyors have entered the Dismal Swamp they have seen no living creature; neither bird, beast, insect nor reptile, came to view. Not even a turkey-buzzard will venture to fly over it, no more than the Italian vulture will venture to fly over the filthy lake of Avernus; or the birds of the Holy Land over the Salt Sea where Sodom and Gomorrah once stood." And yet, in the present day, insect and reptile life swarms there in every form through all the hours of the day and night!
Our fugitive friends, however, felt little inclination to philosophize upon this subject. The hope of coming liberty strengthened their limbs, and they bent all their energy to the task of moving forward; walking, running, creeping, until the dawn of day approached, when weary and footsore they sought some secure spot and lay down and slept--perchance to dream of "Home, sweet Home"--perchance of "Camp Sorghum," and its "chivalric" guards--perchance of the dreadful blood-hounds whose fatal scent might even then be on their trail!
CHAPTER XXI.
LOYALTY OF THE NEGROES.
Startled by hounds.--An unpleasant predicament.--A Christian gentlewoman.--Appeal to Mrs. Colonel Taylor.--"She did all she could."--A meal fit for the G.o.ds.--Aunt Katy.--"Lor" bress ye, marsters!"--Uncle Zeb"s prayer.--Hoe-cake and pinders.--Woodcraft _versus_ astronomy.--Canine foes.--Characteristics of the slave.--Meeting escaped prisoners.--Danger.--Retreat and concealment.
It is the morning of November twenty-eighth, 1864. The sun has just risen above the eastern hills, and his slanting beams fall upon the goodly heritage of Colonel Alexander Taylor, "C. S. A." There are, as yet, none of the usual features here of a war-stricken country; everything around is rich and substantial. The residence is a stately mansion in the Elizabethan style, and the lady who, accompanied by two sweet children, walks the broad piazza, is evidently a refined gentlewoman. The colonel himself, like a gallant (but mistaken) knight, has "gone to the wars."
She marvels what makes "Rupert," a n.o.ble hound, that but a moment ago stretched himself at full length across the hallway, rise and bound over the lawn, barking loudly and fiercely as he runs. She calls him--at first gently, and then peremptorily, until the old hound with evident reluctance obeys the summons, and crouches at her feet. She then directs a negro, whose tokens of age and long service are as p.r.o.nounced as those of his canine rival, to find out what there is in the clump of trees beyond the north hedge, to excite "Rupert"s" anger. The venerable negro, with the deliberateness of his race, proceeds in the direction indicated, but is saved the necessity of much exertion, by the startling appearance of a young soldier in a motley uniform of gray and blue--his coat of one color--his nether garments of another! He advances boldly toward the house, and the lady scrutinizes the intruder. The result of her examination shows her visitor to be a slight, but sinewy young man, with a frank and honest expression, and seemingly not more than eighteen years of age. The motley stranger drew near, and bowing gracefully saluted her with, "Good-morning, madam."
The lady at once returned the salutation with a genial smile, that sent a thrill of pleasure and confidence to his heart. Without further ceremony he thereupon frankly and fearlessly informed Mrs. Taylor that he and his companion were escaped Union prisoners; that they were in a condition of starvation; and appealed respectfully but most urgently to her as a woman, for humanity"s sake, to a.s.sist them in their sore need by giving them food. She at first hesitated, startled by such a request from such a source. Her husband, she said, was an officer in the Confederate service, and if it became known that she had a.s.sisted those whom his government counted enemies, it would possibly bring reproach upon him. Our young hero (for he it was) then addressed her somewhat after the fashion of the unfortunate Ulysses in his appeal to the G.o.ddess Calypso; recounted his misfortunes briefly, touched on the terrible fate that awaited him and his companion, should they be recaptured, and all doubtless in such moving terms that, like Desdemona, the lady must have thought, if she did not exclaim:
""Twas pitiful--"twas wondrous pitiful!"
This is evident from the fact that she scarcely awaited the end of his story, before a.s.suring him that "she would do all she could," following up that a.s.surance in a few moments by offering the manly and polite youth before her an abundant supply of fresh and excellent food; which, she took the precaution of adding, was for himself and his comrade, fearing possibly, from Glazier"s famished look, he might consume it all himself! She further a.s.sured her visitor that she would keep the secret of his having been there; while he, in return, protested that should the varying fortunes of war give him the opportunity of serving her husband, he would do so at the risk of his life. With his haversack amply replenished, an appet.i.te like a wolf, faith in the goodness of G.o.d strengthened, and belief in the perfection of some, at least, of the fairest portion of creation greatly confirmed by this interview, he rejoined Lieutenant Lemon, and the comrades proceeded forthwith to their meal which was enjoyed with a zest known only to the starving. Before reclining himself under the glittering stars, Glazier made this entry in his diary: "Oh! ye who sleep on beds of down, in your curtained chambers, and rise at your leisure to feast upon the good things provided ... you never knew the luxury of a night of _rest_, nor the sweets of a meal seasoned by hunger, and the grateful remembrance that it was provided by woman"s kindly heart, which, wherever it may beat, sooner or later responds to the tale of misfortune."
After a sleep so profound as to extend several hours beyond the time they had agreed upon as best adapted for the resumption of their journey, they found themselves much refreshed and strengthened, so much so that by sunrise they had reached a small stream known as Black Creek, one of the tributaries of the North Edisto River. Here, in crossing a bridge, they very opportunely encountered a colored laborer, who was on his way to work, and who cheerfully turned aside to guide them to a hut, where he a.s.sured them they could remain in safety throughout the day.
The proprietor of this refuge for hunted wayfarers was a certain "Aunt Katy"--an aged negress, whose heart and hut, and such fare as her scanty larder contained, were always at the disposal of the distressed. Hearing that the strangers were Union soldiers who had escaped from Columbia, she approached them with the following salutation: "Gor A"mighty bress yer, marsters; dis is de yeah ob jubilee, shua, when de Yankees come to Aunt Katy"s. Come in, marsters, come in!"
Accordingly they entered, and, by some occult process, the fact of their presence soon became known to the entire slave population of the neighborhood, who came flocking in throughout the day. Such an important occasion would have been incomplete without a prayer-meeting, Aunt Katy herself being a pillar of the Colored Methodist Church, and it was not long before the whole a.s.semblage were on their knees, invoking every imaginable blessing upon the cause of the Union and its defenders, and every evil upon its opponents. Among other things Captain Glazier records, as a feature of this impromptu prayer-meeting, is the pet.i.tion of a venerable prototype of "Uncle Tom," named Zebulon, "who appeared to be a ruling spirit in the party." This good man"s enthusiasm burst forth as follows:
"Oh Lor" Gor A"mighty! We"se you-ah chillen as much as de white folks am, and we spec yo to heah us widout delay, Lor"; cause we all is in right smart ob a hurry. Dese yere gemmen has runned away from de Seceshers, and wants ter git back to de Norf! Dey has no time to wait!
Ef it"s "cordin" to de des"nation of great heben to help "em et"ll be "bout necessary for dat ar help to come right soon.
"De hounds and de rebels is on dar track. Take de smell out ob de dogs"
noses, O Lor"! and let "Gypshun darkness come down ober de eyesights ob de rebels. Comfoozle "em, O Lor"! dey is cruel, and makes haste to shed blood. Dey has long "pressed de black man, and groun" him in de dust, and now I reck"n dey "spects dat dey am agwine to serve de Yankees in de same way.
""Sist dese gemmen in time ob trouble, and lift "em fru all danger on to de udder side ob Jordan dry-shod.
"And raise de radiance ob your face on all de Yankees what"s shut up in de Souf. Send some Moses, O Lor"! to guide "em frue de Red Sea ob "flickshun into de promised land.
"Send Mr. Sherman"s company sweepin" down frue dese yere parts to scare de rebels till dey flee like de Midians, and slew da.r.s.elves to sabe dar lives.
"Let a little de best of heben"s best judgments res" on Ma.s.sa Linc.u.m, and may de year ob Jubilee come sure.
"O Lor"! bless de gin"rals ob de Norf--O Lor"! bless de kunnels--O Lor"!
bless de brigerdeers--O Lor"! bless de capt"ins--O Lor"! bless de Yankees right smart. O Lor"! eberlastin". Amen."
[Ill.u.s.tration: Uncle Zeb"s Prayer.]
This very pertinent supplication and much more in the same vein, was listened to with marked approval by the audience--a sonorous and prolonged "Amen!" in which our friends heartily partic.i.p.ated, greeting the conclusion of Uncle Zeb"s prayer. Our subject, in describing the particulars of his escape, remarks that, notwithstanding the fact that the secret of their retreat was known to some thirty or forty of these poor slaves, neither he nor his companion entertained the shadow of a doubt that the secret would be safe with them; and adds that, in addition to their good faith, they possessed a remarkable talent for concealment.
The Steadman plantation was only three miles from Aunt Katy"s hut, and accordingly, Ben being sent for, soon made his appearance, and proffered his valuable services as guide. The offer was thankfully accepted; but, despite the preference of Glazier and his companion for the swamp as the safest place of concealment, Ben prevailed upon them to visit his cabin, where they were hospitably entertained by his wife and children. Having been duly inspected as curiosities "from de Norf," our friends were pleased to hear Ben instruct his little daughter to run up to the house of his mistress and "s.n.a.t.c.h a paper." She soon afterward came running back with the Augusta _Const.i.tutionalist_, published that morning.
Having gathered from the newspaper a sufficiently intelligible idea of the relative position of Sherman and his opponents, the fugitives bade farewell to the family, and proceeded upon their way, crossing the river by ten o"clock; and shortly after--Ben having parted from them--in consequence of the complicated directions of numerous _blind-roads_, they became confused, and, instead of pushing forward beyond the South Edisto, as they had planned to do, halted early in the afternoon and "pitched their tent" for the remainder of the day and night--said _tent_ having the sky for its roof as usual.
Their camping-ground upon this occasion was in the heart of a dense pine wood, where, notwithstanding the grim and spectral surroundings, they slept soundly until after midnight, and then arose refreshed and ready for another day"s march on the road to freedom. Hoe-cake and pinders (_anglice_, peanuts) formed their only repast, which they found sufficiently luxurious under the circ.u.mstances.
It now became necessary to find their bearings. There was no star plainly visible, and they had not yet learned to take the moon as a guide. Moreover, the heavenly bodies in Southern lat.i.tudes have so different an appearance from those seen at the North, that they were frequently in doubt as to the points of the compa.s.s. "I remember,"
writes Captain Glazier, "that it caused me great grief to find that the North Star was much nearer the horizon, and seemed to have lost that prominence which is given to it in higher lat.i.tudes, where it is a guide, standing far above tree-top and mountain."
What the lofty stars failed to teach, however, they learned from humbler signs. Glazier, in his youth, acquired the lesson in woodcraft, that moss hangs heaviest upon the northern side of tree trunks; and then the streams in this part of the continent, for the most part, flow towards the southeast, so that our friends were not altogether without indications of their position with regard to the points of the compa.s.s.
They were greatly annoyed by a serious obstacle to their safe progress, which presented itself in the shape of a vast mult.i.tude of dogs, of all sizes and every variety of breed. There were dogs of high degree, dogs of low degree, and mongrel curs of no degree; and all these animals in common were in possession of one ambition, namely, to nose out and hunt a Yankee!