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A Confidential Conversation, 238; A Girl Student at Cambridge, England, 637; A Household Art Trag-

edy, 116; A Letter from General Grant before Vicksburg, 108; A Literary Sailor's Experiment, 499;

A Lost Lover once more, 505; A Mediumistic Peculiarity, 117; American Customs in Fiction, 245;

An Antelope that sheds its Horns, 247; A New Pronoun Wanted, 639; An Extraordinary Family Por-

trait, 248; Another Contributor's Confession, 374; Another Literary Confession, 500; A Queer Bit of

Philology, 109; Boston Music Culture, The Quality of, 769; Beaconsfield's Wisdom, 369; Book that

Sells, The, 773; Bricabrac, A Ballad of, 373; Captain John A. Winslow's Birthplace, 650; Century,

The Beginning of the, 242; Chalets and Villas, 770; Che, Cher's, Cher, 773; Cheap Reprints, 370;

Church as a Social Club, The, 770; Confessions of a Contributor, 242; Corot and the Story of Avis,

640; Devotion to English Orthography a Blind Idolatry, 111; Dilutions of Dosia, 648; Editor's Side

of a Contributor's Grievances, 497; English and American Acting, 646; Erring Accents, 376; Exami-
nation of Shakespeare's Tomb, 107; Farjeon, 114; Fine Arts not Respectable for Women, The, 874;
Fitness of our Houses for Pictures, 248; Fleabody and other Queer Names, 249; Great Kentucky Crow
Roost, The, 641; Habitat of the Black-Tailed Deer, 508; Hesh, hizer, himer, 773; Honest Industry,
The Imprudence of, 373; How to Introduce the Spelling Reform, 117; Impertinence of Editors, 239;
Is he Capable of Culture? 641; Literary Taste in the South, 245; Localism in Literature, 771; Ma-
dame Récamier and Chateaubriand, 509; Mallock as a Moralist, 644; Materials for American Fiction, 248;
Mormon Poetry, 645; Mr. Hamerton and the Gable on Chalet, 250; Mrs. Burnett's Early Novels, 113;
Negro IIymns, 371; New England Coquette, The, 503; Partial, 650; Poetasters of our Time, The, 649;
Poetry and Prose, Question of, 367; Presentation Copies, 772; Remedy for our Dangerous Tendencies,
643; Saxe Holm's Botany and Originality defended, 111; Secret of a Book's Success, The, 506; Shilly
Châlet, 109; Shilly Chalet, 109; Some Mistakes of Mr. White's, 643; Spelling Reform, The, 504; Th.
Bentzon, 774; The Nation's "Inventor of Flowers of Rhetoric," 107; Traits of Mr. James's Criticism,
508; Women's Worship of Women, 502.

RECENT LITERATURE. Adler's Creed and Deed, 119; Adventures of an American Consul Abroad, 252;

Charles and Mary Lamb's Poetry for Children, 516; De Mille's The Elements of Rhetoric, 651; Dow-

den's Shakspere, 515; Dr. Edward H. Clarke's Visions: A Study of False Sight (Pseudopia), 377;

Eaton's Ferns of North America, 780; Fields and Whipple's The Family Library of British Poetry,

from Chaucer to the Present Time, 775; Grosart's The Poems and Literary Prose of Alexander Wilson,

the American Ornithologist, 123; H. H.'s Bits of Travel at Home, 777; II. II.'s Nelly's Silver Mine,

779; Harrison's Greek Vignettes, 514; Henry James Jr.'s French Poets and Novelists, 118; Hill's Dr.

Johnson: His Friends and his Critics, 654; Hill's The Principles of Rhetoric and their Application,

651; Holly's Modern Dwellings in Town and Country, 380; James Freeman Clarke's Memorial and

Biographical Sketches, 380; L'Art, 252; Le Moyne's The Chronicles of the St. Lawrence, 382; Leo-

pold Shakspere, The, 253; Letters from Muskoka, 778; Lichtenberger's Étude sur les Poésies Lyriques

de Goethe, 518; Lockwood's Hand-Book of Ceramic Art, 383; Longfellow's Kéramos and other Poems,

120; Miss Jewett's Play Days, 778; Miss Stebbins's Charlotte Cushman: Her Letters and Memories of

her Life, 251; Nichols's Pottery: How it is Made, 383; Poems of Allan Ramsay, 122; Publications

Received, 126, 256; Robinson's Ferns in their Homes and Ours, 513; Ruskin's Ariadne Florentina,

652; Ruskin's The Ethics of the Dust, 384; Schliemann's Mycenæ, 511; Schmidt's Portraits aus dem

Neunzehnten Jahrhundert, 654; Simpson's The School of Shakspere, 517; Smith's Carthage and the

Carthaginians, 513; Stanley's Through the Dark Continent, 776; Stephen's Samuel Johnson, 653;

Von Marenholz-Bülow's Reminiscences of Froebel, 125, Warner's In the Wilderness, 377; Westcott's

The Historic Mansions and Buildings of Philadelphia, 651; Whittier's The Vision of Echard, and

other Poems, 775; Winter's Thistle-Down: A Book of Lyrics, 121.

THE

ATLANTIC MONTHLY:

A MAGAZINE OF LITERATURE, SCIENCE, ART,
AND POLITICS.

VOL. XLII.-JULY, 1878.-No. CCXLIX.

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SOME WAR SCENES REVISITED.

NOTHING in actual life can come so near the experience of Rip Van Winkle as to revisit war scenes after a dozen years of peace. Alice's adventures in Wonderland, when she finds herself dwarfed after eating the clover leaf, do not surpass the sense of insignificance that comes over any one who once wore uniform when he enters, as a temporary carpet-bagger, some city which he formerly ruled or helped to rule with absolute sway. An ex-commander of colored troops has this advantage, that the hackmen and longshore-men may remember him if nobody else does; and he at once possesses that immense practical convenience which comes only from a personal acquaintance with what are called the humbler classes. In a strange place, if one can establish relations with a black waiter or a newspaper correspondent, all doors fly open. The patronage of the great is powerless in comparison.

When I had last left Jacksonville, Florida, in March, 1864, the town was in flames: the streets were full of tongues of fire creeping from house to house; the air was dense with lurid smoke. Our steamers dropped rapidly down the river, laden to the gunwale with the goods of escaping inhabitants. The black soldiers, guiltless of all share in the flames, were yet excited by the occasion, recalled their favorite imagery of the Judgment

Day, and sang and shouted without ceasing. I never saw a wilder scene. Fourteen years after, the steamboat came up to the same wharf, and I stepped quietly ashore into what seemed a summer watering-place: the roses were in bloom, the hotel verandas were full of guests, there were gay shops in the street, the wharves were covered with merchandise and with people. The delicious air was the same, the trees were the same; all else was changed. The earth-works we had built were leveled and overgrown; there was a bridge at the ford we used to picket; the church in whose steeple we built a lookout was still there, but it had a new tower, planned for peaceful purposes only. The very railroad along which we skirmished almost daily was now torn up, and a new track entered the town at a different point. I could not find even the wall which one of our men clambered over, loading and firing, with a captured goose between his legs. Only the blue sky and the soft air, the lovely atmosphere of Florida, remained; the distant line of woods had the same outlook, and when the noon guns began to be fired for Washington's birthday I could hardly convince myself that the roar was not that of our gunboats, still shelling the woods as they had done so many years before. Then the guns ceased; the past with

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drew into yet deeper remoteness. It seemed as if I were the only man left on earth to recall it. An hour later, the, warm grasp of some of my old soldiers dispelled the dream of oblivion.

I had a less vivid sense of change at Beaufort, South Carolina, so familiar to many during the war. The large white houses still look peacefully down the placid river, but there are repairs and paint everywhere, and many new houses or cabins have been built. There is a new village, called Port Royal, at the railroad terminus, about a mile from my first camp at Old Fort plantation; and there is also a station near Beaufort itself, approached by a fine shell-road. The fortifications on the old shell-road have almost disappeared; the freedmen's village near them, named after the present writer, blew away one day in a tornado, and returned no more. national cemetery is established near its site. There are changes enough, and yet the general effect of the town is unaltered; there is Northern energy there, and the discovery of valuable phosphates has opened a new branch of industry; but after all it is the same pleasant old sleepy Beaufort, and no military Rip Van Winkle need feel himself too rudely aroused.

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Then

However, I went South not to see places, but people. On the way from Washington I lingered for a day or two to visit some near kinsfolk in Virginia, formerly secessionists to a man, or, to be more emphatic, to a woman. I spent a Sunday in Richmond, traversed rapidly part of North Carolina and Georgia, spent a day and two nights in Charleston, two days at Beaufort, and visited various points in Florida, going as far as St. Augustine. I had not set foot in the Southern States for nearly fourteen years, but I remembered them vividly across that gap of time, and also recalled very distinctly a winter visit to Virginia during college days. With these memories ever present, it was to me a matter of great interest to observe the apparent influence of freedom on the colored people, and the relation between them and the whites.

And first, as to the material condition of the former slaves. Sydney Smith, revisiting Edinburgh in 1821, after ten years' absence, was struck with the "wonderful increase of shoes and stockings, streets and houses.” The change

as to the first item, in South Carolina, tells the story of social progress since emancipation. The very first of my old acquaintances whom I met in that region was the robust wife of one of my soldiers. I found her hoeing in a field, close beside our old camp-ground. I had seen that woman hoeing in the same field fifteen years before. The same sky was above her, the same soil beneath her feet; but the war was over, slavery was gone. The soil that had been her master's was now her own by purchase; and the substantial limbs that trod it were no longer bare and visibly black, but incased in red-striped stockings of the most conspicuous design. "Think of it!" I said to a clever Massachusetts damsel in Washington, "the whole world so changed, and yet that woman still hoes." "In hose," quoth the lively maiden; and I preserve for posterity the condensed epigram.

Besides the striped stockings, which are really so conspicuous that the St. Augustine light-house is painted to match them, one sees a marked, though moderate progress in all the comforts of life. Formerly the colored people of the sea islands, even in their first days of freedom, slept very generally on the floor; and when our regimental hospital was first fitted up, the surgeon found with dismay that the patients had regarded the beds as merely beautiful ornaments, and had unanimously laid themselves down in the intervening spaces. Now I noticed bedstead and bedding in every cabin I visited in South Carolina and Florida. Formerly the cabins often had no tables, and families rarely ate together, each taking food as was convenient; but now they seemed to have family meals, a step toward decent living. This progress they themselves recognized. Moreover, I often saw pictures from the illustrated papers on the wall, and the children's school-books on the

shelf. I rarely met an ex-soldier who did not own his house and ground, the inclosures varying from five to two hundred acres; and I found one man on the. St. John's who had been offered $3000 for his real estate. In many cases these homesteads had been bought within a few years, showing a steady progress in self-elevation.

I do not think the world could show a finer sample of self-respecting peasant life than a colored woman, with whom I came down the St. John's River to Jacksonville, from one of the little settlements along that magnificent stream. She was a freed slave, the wife of a former soldier, and was going to market, basket in hand, with her little boy by her side. She had the tall erect figure, clear black skin, thin features, fine teeth, and intelligent bearing that marked so many of my Florida soldiers. She was dressed very plainly, but with scrupulous cleanliness: a rather faded gingham dress, well-worn tweed sack, shoes and stockings, straw hat with plain black ribbon, and neat white collar and cuffs. She told me that she and her husband owned one hundred and sixty acres of land, bought and paid for by their own earnings, at $1.25 per acre; they had a log-house, and were going to build a frame-house; they raised for themselves all the food they needed, except meat and flour, which they bought in Jacksonville. They had a church within reach (Baptist); a school-house of forty pupils, taught by a colored teacher; her husband belonged to the Good Templars, as did all the men in their neighborhood. For miles along the St. John's, a little back from the river, such settlements are scattered; the men cultivating their own plots of ground, or working on the steam-boats, or fishing, or lumbering. What more could be expected of any race, after fifteen years of freedom? Are the Irish voters of New York their superiors in condition, or the factory operatives of Fall River?

I met perhaps a hundred men, in different places, who had been under my command, and whose statements I could trust. Only one of these complained of

poverty; and he, as I found, earned good wages, had neither wife nor child to support, and was given to whisky. There were some singular instances of prosperity among these men. I was told in Jacksonville that I should find Corporal McGill "de most populous man in Beaufort." When I got there, I found him the proprietor of a livery stable populous with horses at any rate; he was worth $3000 or $4000, and was cordial and hospitable to the last degree. At parting, he drove me to the station with his best carriage and horses; and I regret to add that while he was refusing all compensation his young steeds ran away, and as the train whirled off I saw my "populous" corporal double-quick down the shell-road, to recapture his equipage. I found Sergeant Hodges a master carpenter at Jacksonville; Corporal Hicks was a preacher there, highly respected; and I heard of Corporal Sutton as a traveling minister farther up the river. Sergeant Shemeltella, a finelooking half-Spaniard from St. Augustine, now patrols, with gun in hand, the woods which we once picketed at Port Royal Ferry, and supplies game to the markets of Charleston and Savannah. And without extending the list I may add that some of these men, before attaining prosperity, had to secure, by the severest experience, the necessary judgment in business affairs. It will hardly be believed that the men of my regiment alone sunk $30,000 in an impracticable building association, and in the purchase of a steamboat which was lost uninsured. One of the shrewdest among them, after taking his share of this, resolved to be prudent, put $750 in the Freedmen's Bank, and lost that too. Their present prosperity must be judged in the light of such formidable calamities as these.

I did not hear a single charge of lazi ness made against the freed colored people in the States I visited. In Virginia it was admitted that they would work wherever they were paid, but that many were idle for want of employment. Rev. Dr. Pinckney, in a recent address before the Charleston Historical Society, declares that the negroes "do not refuse to

work; all are planting;" and he only complains that they work unskillfully. A rice-planter in Georgia told me that be got his work done more efficiently than under the slave system. Men and women worked well for seventy-five cents a day; many worked under contract, which at first they did not understand or like. On the other hand, he admitted, the planters did not at once learn how to manage them as freedmen, but had acquired the knowledge by degrees; so that even the strikes at harvest-time, which had at first embarrassed them, were now avoided. Another Georgia planter spoke with much interest of an effort now making by the colored people in Augusta to establish a cotton factory of their own, in emulation of the white factories which have there been so successful. He said that this proposed factory was to have a capital of fifty thousand dollars in fifty dollar shares, and that twenty-eight thousand dollars of it were already raised. The white business agent of one of the existing factories was employed, he said, as the adviser of those organizing this. He spoke of it with interest as a proper outlet for the industry of the better class of colored people, who were educated rather above field labor. He also spoke with pride of the normal school for colored people at Atlanta.

The chief of police in Beaufort, South Carolina, a colored man, told me that the colored population there required but little public assistance, though two thousand of them had removed from the upper parts of the State within a year and a half, thinking they could find better wages at Beaufort. This removal struck me as being of itself a favorable indication, showing that they were now willing to migrate, whereas they were once hopelessly fixed to the soil, and therefore too much in the power of the land owners. The new industry of digging phosphates for exportation to England employs a good many in Beaufort County, and they earn by this from seventy-five cents to a dollar a day. Others are employed in loading vessels at the new settlement of Port Royal; but the work is precarious and insufficient,

and I was told that if they made two dollars a week they did well. But it must be remembered that they have mostly little patches of land of their own, and can raise for themselves the corn and vegetables on which they chiefly live. I asked an old man if he could supply his family from his own piece of ground. "Oh, yes, mars'r," he said (the younger men do not say "mars'r," but "boss"), and then he went on, with a curious accumulation of emphasis: "I raise plenty too, much more dan I destroy," meaning simply "very much more.

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The price of cotton is now very low, and the sea-island cotton has lost forever, perhaps, its place in the English market. Yet Rev. Dr. Pinckney, in the address just quoted, while lamenting the ravages of war in the sea islands, admits that nearly half as much cotton was raised in them in 1875 as in 1860, and more than half as much corn, the population being about the same, and the area cultivated less than one third. To adopt his figures, the population in 1860 was 40,053; acres under cultivation, 274,015; corn, 618,959 bushels; cotton, 19,121 bales. In 1875 the population was 43,060; acres under cultivation, 86,449; corn, 314,271 bushels; cotton, 8199 bales.

When we consider the immense waste of war, the destruction of capital, the abandonment of estates by those who yet refuse to sell them, and the partial introduction of industry other than agricultural, this seems to me a promising exhibit. And when we observe how much more equitable than formerly is now the distribution of the products between capitalist and laborer, the case is still better. Dr. Pinckney's utmost complaint in regard to South Carolina is that the result of the war "has been injurious to the whites, and not beneficial to the blacks." Even he, a former slaveholder, does not claim that it has injured the blacks; and this, from his point of view, is quite a concession. Twenty years hence he may admit that whatever the result of war may have been, that of peace will be beneficial to both races.

In observing a lately emancipated race, it is always harder to judge as to the

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