Army Life in a Black Regiment (Civil War)
Thomas Wentworth Higginson
"Army Life in a Black Regiment has some claim to be the best written narrative to come from the Union [side] during the Civil War. Higginson's picture of the battle which was the origin of "praise the Lord and pass the ammunition" and his reading of the Emancipation Proclamation to the black regiment are unsurpassed for eloquence." — historian Henry Steele Commager
Originally a series of essays, this important volume was written by a Union colonel from New England, in charge of African-American troops training on the Sea Islands off the coast of the Carolinas. A lively and detailed wartime diary, the book offers a refreshing portrait of life in the Union Army from an officer's point of view, recording opinions of other commanders and capturing the raw humor that develops among the men in combat. Higginson's descriptions of the soldiers, routines of camp life, and southern landscapes are unforgettable, as is the account of his near escape from a cannon ball.
An unusual historical document intended to introduce new generations of readers to an American past that should not be forgotten, Army Life in a Black Regiment will be invaluable to students of Black History and the American Civil War.
And the beeves were cooked more or less, chiefly more, during which time they had to be carefully watched, and the great spits turned by main force. Happy were the merry fellows who were permitted to sit up all night, and watch the glimmering flames that threw a thousand fantastic shadows among the great gnarled oaks. And such a chattering as I was sure to hear whenever I awoke that night! My first greeting today was from one of the most stylish sergeants, who approached me with the following.
Awash in corruption and the economy gravely ill—the Panic of 1873 sent the economy into a slump for several years—many white Americans began to question the necessity for the military and political support of black Americans in the South. Rather than help black Americans obtain the fullest measure of freedom the majority of white northerners succumbed to the unrelenting claims that freedmen were incapable of self-government and began to doubt the wisdom of universal male suffrage. The result is.
Been a failure. A single mutiny—such as has happened in the infancy of a hundred regiments—a single miniature Bull Run, a stampede of desertions, and it would have been all over with us; the party of distrust would have gotten the upper hand, and there might not have been, during the whole contest, another effort to arm the Negro. I may now proceed, without farther preparation, to the diary. CHAPTER TWO CAMP DIARY CAMP SAXTON, near Beaufort, S. C., November 24, 1862 YESTERDAY AFTERNOON.
Little Rosa early in de mornin', O Jerusalem! Early in de mornin'; And I ax her, How you do, my darter? O Jerusalem! Early in de mornin'. I meet my mudder early in de mornin', O Jerusalem! &c. And I ax her, How you do, my mudder? O Jerusalem! &c. I meet Brudder Robert early in de mornin', O Jerusalem! &c. And I ax him, How you do, my sonny? O Jerusalem! &c. I meet Tittawisa early in de mornin', O Jerusalem! &c. And I ax her, How you do, my darter?.
Flies, so it calls out melodies and strange antics from this mysterious race of grown-up children with whom my lot is cast. All over the camp the lights glimmer in the tents, and as I sit at my desk in the open doorway, there come mingled sounds of stir and glee. Boys laugh and shout, a feeble flute stirs somewhere in some tent, not an officer's, a drum throbs far away in another, wild kildeer-plover flit and wail above us, like the haunting souls of dead slave-masters, and from a neighboring.