On the 7th November, 1775, Earl Dundore, commanding the force of His

Majesty the King, issued a proclamation offering freedom and equal pay

to all slaves who would join his armies as soldiers. It did not take the

colonists long to find out their mistake, although General Washington,

in accordance with the expressed will of his officers and of the

Committee of Safety, did on the 17th of November, 1775, issue a

proclamation forbidding the further enlistment of Negroes. Less than two

months later, that is to say on the 30th of December, 1775, he issued a

second proclamation again authorizing the enlistment of free Negroes. He

advised Congress of his action, and stated that he would recall it if so

directed. But he was not. The splendid service rendered by the Negro and

the great and pressing need of men were such, that although the

opposition continued from some sections, it was not thereafter strong

enough to obtain recognition. So the Negroes went and came, much as

other men.

In all the events of the war, from Bunker Hill to Yorktown, they bore an

honorable part. The history of the doings of the armies is their

history, as in everything they took part and did their share. Their

total enlistment was about 3,000 men,--a very fair percentage for the

population of that period. I might instance the killing of Major

Pitcairn, at Bunker Hill, by Peter Salem, and of Major Montgomery, at

Fort Griswold, by Jordan Freeman. The part they took in the capture of

Major-General Prescott at Newport; their gallant defense of Colonel

Greene, their beloved commander, when he was surprised and murdered at

Croton River, May 13, 1781, when it was only after the last of his

faithful guards had been shot and cut down that he was reached; or the

battle of Rhode Island, when a battalion of 400 Negroes withstood three

separate and distinct charges from 1,500 Hessians under Count Donop,

and beat them back with such tremendous loss that Count Donop at once

applied for an exchange, fearing that his men would kill him, if he went

into battle with them again, for having exposed them to such slaughter;

and many other instances that are of record. The letter following,

written December 5, 1775, explains itself:

"TO THE HONORABLE GENERAL COURT OF THE MASSACHUSETTS BAY:

"The subscribers beg leave to report to your Honorable House (which we

do in justice to the character of so brave a man) that under our own

observation we declare that a Negro man named Salem Poor, of Colonel

Frye's Regiment, Captain Ames' Company, in the late battle at

Charleston, behaved like an experienced officer as well as an excellent

soldier. To set forth particulars of his conduct would be tedious. We

would only beg to say, in the person of this Negro centers a brave and

gallant soldier. The reward due to so great and distinguished a

character we submit to Congress."

This is a splendid and well-attested tribute to a gallant and worthy

Negro. There were many such, but, beyond receiving and reading, no

action was taken thereon by Congress. There is no lack of incidents, and

the temptation to quote many of them is great, but the time allotted me

is too brief for extended mention, and I must bring this branch of my

subject to a close. It is in evidence that while so many Negroes were

offering their lives a willing sacrifice for the country, in some

sections the officers of the Continental forces received their bounty

and pay in Negroes, "grown" and "small," instead of "dollars" and

"cents." Fighting for _liberty_ and taking pay in _slaves_!

When the war was over the free men returned to meet their same

difficulties; the slaves were caught when possible and re-enslaved by

their former masters. In Boston a few years later we find a party of

black patriots of the Revolution mobbed on Boston Common while

celebrating the anniversary of the abolition of the slave-trade.

The captain of a vessel trading along the coast tells of a Negro who had

fought in the war and been distinguished for bravery and soldierly

conduct. He was reclaimed and re-enslaved by his master after the war,

and served him faithfully until old age rendered him useless. The master

then brought the poor old slave to this captain and asked him to take

him along on his trip and try to sell him. The captain hated to sell a

man who had fought for his country, but finally agreed, took the poor

old man to Mobile, and sold him for $100 to a man who put him to

attending a chicken-coop. His former master continued to draw the old

slave's pension as a soldier in the Revolution, until he died.

The War of 1812 was mainly fought upon the water, and in the American

Navy at that time the Negro stood in the ratio of about one to six. We

find record of complaint by Commodore Perry at the beginning because of

the large number of Negroes sent him, but later the highest tribute to

their bravery and efficiency. Captain Shaler, of the armed brig _General

Thompson_, writing of an engagement between his vessel and a British

frigate, says:

"The name of one of my poor fellows who was killed ought to be

registered in the book of fame, and remembered as long as bravery is a

virtue. He was a black man, by name John Johnson. A twenty-four pound

shot struck him in the hip, and took away all the lower part of his

body. In this state the poor brave fellow lay on the deck, and several

times exclaimed to his shipmates: 'Fire away, my boys; nor haul a color

down!' Another black man, by the name of John Davis, who was struck in

much the same manner, repeatedly requested to be thrown overboard,

saying that he was only in the way of the others."

I know of nothing finer in history than these incidents of valor and

patriotism.

As before, the Negro was not universally welcomed to the ranks of the

American Army; but later, continued reverses and a lack of enthusiasm in

enlistments made it necessary to seek his aid, and from Mobile, Ala., on

September 21, 1814, General Jackson issued a stirring call to the free

colored people of Louisiana for aid.

In a remarkably short period, two battalions were raised, under Majors

LaCaste and Savary, which did splendid service in the battle of New

Orleans. New York enrolled two battalions, and sent them to Sacketts

Harbor. Pennsylvania enrolled 2400, and sent them to Gray's Ferry at the

capture of Washington, to prepare for the invading column. Another

battalion also was raised, armed, equipped, and ready to start to the

front, when peace was declared.

In one of the actions of this war, a charging column of the American

Army was repulsed and thrown into great disorder. A Negro private named

Jeffreys, seeing the disaster, sprang upon a horse, and by heroic effort

rallied the troops, led them back upon a second charge, and completely

routed the enemy. He was rewarded by General Jackson with the honorary

title of Major. Under the laws he could not commission him.

When the war was over, this gallant man returned to his home in

Nashville, Tenn., where he lived for years afterward, highly respected

by its citizens of all races.

At the age of seventy years, this black hero was obliged, _in

self-defense_, to strike a white ruffian, who had assaulted him. Under

the laws of the State he was arrested and given nine and thirty lashes

on his bare back. It broke his heart, and Major Jeffreys died.

It seems a little singular that in the tremendous struggle between the

States in 1861-1865, the South should have been the first to take steps

toward the enlistment of Negroes. Yet such is the fact. Two weeks after

the fall of Fort Sumter, the _Charleston Mercury_ records the passing

through Augusta of several companies of the the 3rd and 4th Georgia

Regiment, and of sixteen well-drilled companies _and one Negro company_

from Nashville, Tenn.

_The Memphis Avalanche_ and _The Memphis Appeal_ of May 9, 10, and 11,

1861, gave notice of the appointment by the "Committee of Safety" of a

committee of three persons "to organize a volunteer company composed of

our patriotic freemen of color of the city of Memphis, for the service

of our common defense."

A telegram from New Orleans dated November 23, 1861, notes the review by

Governor Moore of over 28,000 troops, and that one regiment comprised

"_1,400 colored men_." The _New Orleans Picayune_, referring to a review

held February 9, 1862, says: "We must also pay a deserved compliment to

the companies of free colored men, all very well drilled and comfortably

equipped."

It is a little odd, too, that in the evacuation of New Orleans a little

later, in April, 1862, all of the troops succeeded in getting away

except the Negroes. They "got left."

It is not in our line to speculate upon what would have been the result

of the war had the South kept up this policy, enlisted the freemen, and

emancipated the enlisting slaves and their families. The immense

addition to their fighting force, the quick recognition of them by Great

Britain, to which slavery was the greatest bar, and the fact that the

heart of the Negro was with the South but for slavery, and the case

stands clear. But the primary successes of the South closed its eyes to

its only chance of salvation, while at the same time the eyes of the

North were opened.

In 1865, the South saw, and endeavored to remedy, its error. On March 9,

1865, the Confederate Congress passed a bill, recommended by General

Lee, authorizing the enlistment of 200,000 Negroes; but it was then too

late.

The North came slowly and reluctantly to recognize the Negro as a factor

for good in the war. "This is a white man's war," met the Negroes at

every step of their first efforts to gain admission to the armies of the

Union.

To General David Hunter, more than to any other one man, is due the

credit for the successful entry upon the stage of the Negro as a soldier

in this war.

In the spring of 1862, he raised and equipped a regiment of Negroes in

South Carolina, and when the fact because known in Washington and

throughout the country, such a storm was raised about the ears of the

Administration that they gracefully stood aside and left the brave

general to fight his enemies in the front and rear as best he might. He

was quite capable to do both, as it proved.

* * * * *

The beginning of 1863 saw the opening of the doors to the Negro in every

direction. General Lorenzo Thomas went in person to the valley of the

Mississippi to supervise it there. Massachusetts was authorized to fill

its quota with Negroes. The States of Maryland, Missouri, Delaware, and

Tennessee were thrown open by order of the War Department, and all

slaves enlisting therefrom declared free. Ohio, Connecticut,

Pennsylvania, and New York joined the band and sent the stalwart black

boy in blue to the front singing, "Give us a flag, all free, without a

slave." For two years the fierce and determined opposition had kept them

out, but now the bars were down and they came pouring in. Some one said,

"he cared not who made the laws of a people if he could make their

songs." A better exemplification of this would be difficult to find

than is the song written by "Miles O'Reilly" (Colonel Halpine), of the

old 10th Army Corps. I cannot resist the temptation to quote it here.

With General Hunter's letter and this song to quote from, the episode

was closed:

"Some say it is a burning shame to make the Naygurs fight,

An' that the trade o' being kilt belongs but to the white;

But as for me, upon me sowl, so liberal are we here,

I'll let Sambo be murthered, in place of meself, on every day of the year.

On every day of the year, boys, and every hour in the day,

The right to be kilt I'll divide wid him, and divil a word I'll say.

In battles' wild commotion I shouldn't at all object

If Sambo's body should stop a ball that was coming for me direct,

An' the prod of a Southern bayonet; so liberal are we here,

I'll resign and let Sambo take it, on every day in the year,

On every day in the year, boys, an' wid none of your nasty pride,

All right in Southern baynet prod, wid Sambo I'll divide.

The men who object to Sambo should take his place and fight,

An' it is betther to have a Naygur's hue, than a liver that's weak an' white,

Though Sambo's black as the ace of spades, his finger a thryger can pull,

An' his eye runs straight on the barrel-sight from under its thatch of wool.

So hear me all, boys, darlin', don't think I'm tipping you chaff,--

The right to be kilt, I'll divide with him, an' give him the largest half."

It took three years of war to place the enlisted Negro upon the same

ground as the enlisted white man as to pay and emoluments; _perhaps_ six

years of war might have given him shoulder-straps, but the war ended

without authorization of law for that step. At first they were received,

under an act of Congress that allowed each one, without regard to rank,

ten dollars per month, three dollars thereof to be retained for clothing

and equipments. I think it was in May, 1864, when the act was passed

equalizing the pay, but not opening the doors to promotion.

Under an act of the Confederate Congress, making it a crime punishable

with death for any white person to train Negroes or mulattoes to arms,

or aid them in any military enterprise, and devoting the Negro caught

under arms to the tender mercies of the "present or future laws of the

State" in which caught, a large number of _promotions_ were made by the

way of a rope and a tree along the first year of the Negro's service. (I

can even recall one instance as late as April, 1865, though it had been

long before then generally discontinued.)

What the Negro did, how he did it, and where, it would take volumes to

properly record, I can however give but briefest mention to a few of the

many evidences of his fitness for the duties of the war, and his aid to

the cause of the Union.

The first fighting done by organized Negro troops appears to have been

done by Company A, 1st South Carolina Negro Regiment, at St. Helena

Island, November 3 to 10, 1862, while participating in an expedition

along the coast of Georgia and Florida under Lieutenant-Colonel O. T.

Beard, of the 48th New York Infantry, who says in his report:

"The colored men fought with astonishing coolness and bravery. I found

them all I could desire,--more than I had hoped. They behaved

gloriously, and deserve all praise."

The testimony thus inaugurated runs like a cord of gold through the web

and woof of the history of the Negro as a soldier from that date to

their final charge, the last made at Clover Hill, Va., April 9, 1865.

Necessarily the first actions in which the Negro bore a part commanded

most attention. Friends and enemies were looking eagerly to see how they

would acquit themselves, and so it comes to pass that the names of Fort

Wagner, Olustee, Millikens Bend, Port Hudson, and Fort Pillow are as

familiar as Bull Run, Antietam, Shiloh and Gettysburg, and while those

first experiences were mostly severe reverses, they were by that very

fact splendid exemplifiers of the truth that the Negroes could be relied

upon to fight under the most adverse circumstances, against any odds,

and could not be discouraged.

Let us glance for a moment at Port Hudson, La., in May, 1863, assaulted

by General Banks with a force of which the 1st and 2nd Regiments,

Louisiana Native Guards, formed a part. When starting upon their

desperate mission, Colonel Stafford of the 1st Regiment, in turning over

the regimental colors to the color-guard, made a brief and patriotic

address, closing with the words:

"Color-guard: Protect, defend, die for, but do not surrender, these

colors." The gallant flag-sergeant, Plancianos, taking them replied:

"Colonel: I will bring back these colors to you in honor, or report to

God the reason why."

Six times with desperate valor they charged over ground where success

was hopeless, a deep bayou between them and the works of the enemy at

the point of attack rendering it impossible to reach them, yet strange

to say, six times they were ordered forward and six times they went to

useless death, until swept back by the blazing breath of shot and shell

before which nothing living could stand. Here fell the gallant Captain

Cailloux, black as the ace of spades. Refusing to leave the field though

his arm had been shattered by a bullet, he returned to the charge until

killed by a shell.

A soldier limping painfully to the front was halted and asked where he

was going. He replied, "I am shot bad in de leg, and dey want me to go

to de hospital, but I guess I can give 'em a little more yet."

The colors came back, but crimsoned with the blood of the gallant

Plancianos, who reported to God from that bloody field.

Shall we glance from this to Millikens Bend, La., in January, 1863,

garrisoned by the 9th and 11th Louisiana and the 1st Mississippi, all

Negroes, and about 160 of the 23rd Iowa (white), about 1100 fighting men

in all? Attacked by a force of six Confederate regiments, crushed out of

their works by sheer weight of numbers, borne down toward the levee,

fighting every step of the way, hand to hand--clubbed musket, bayonets,

and swords,--from three A. M. to twelve noon, they fought desperately

until a Union gun-boat came to the rescue and shelled the desperate foe

back to the woods, with a total loss to the defenders of 437

men,--two-fifths of their strength.

Shall we turn with sadness to Fort Wagner, S. C., in July, 1863, when

the 54th Massachusetts won its deathless fame, and its grand young

commander, Colonel Robert Gould Shaw, passed into the temple of

immortality? After a march of all day, under a burning sun, and all

night through a tempest of wind and rain, drenched, exhausted, hungry,

they wheeled into line, without a murmur for that awful charge, that

dance of death, the struggle against hopeless odds, and the shattered

remnants were hurled back as from the mouth of hell, leaving the dead

bodies of their young commander and his noble followers to be buried in

a common grave. Its total loss was about one-third of its strength.

Here it was that the gallant flag-sergeant, Carney, though grievously

wounded, bore back his flag to safety, and fell fainting and exhausted

with loss of blood, saying, "Boys, the old flag never touched the

ground!" Or another glance, at ill-starred Olustee, where the gallant

8th United States Colored Troops lost 87 killed of its effective

fighting force, the largest loss in any one colored regiment in any one

action of the war. And so on, by Fort Pillow, which let us pass in

merciful silence, and to Honey Hill, S. C., perhaps the last desperate

fight in the far south, in which the 32nd, 35th, and 102nd United States

Colored Troops and the 54th and 55th Massachusetts Infantry won fresh

and fadeless laurels for splendid fighting against hopeless odds and

insurmountable difficulties, and then to Nashville, Tenn., with its

recorded loss of 84 killed in the effectives of the 13th United States

Colored Troops.

These were all brilliant actions, and they covered the actors with, and

reflected upon the race, a blaze of glory. But it was in the armies of

the James and of the Potomac that the true metal of the Negro as a

soldier rang out its clearest notes amid the tremendous diapasons that

rolled back and forth between the embattled hosts. Here was war indeed,

upon its grandest scale and in all its infinite variety: The tireless

march under burning sun, chilling frosts, and driven tempests; the

lonely vigil of the picket under starless skies, the rush and roar of

countless "hosts to battle driven" in the mad charge and the victorious

shout that pursued the fleeing foe; the grim determination that held its

line of defenses with set teeth, blood-shot eye, and strained muscle,

beating back charge after charge of the foe; the patient labor in trench

and mine, on hill and in valley, swamp and jungle, with disease adding

its horrors to the decimation of shot and shell.

Here the Negro stood in the full glare of the greatest search-light,

part and parcel of the grandest armies ever mustered upon this

continent, competing side by side with the best and bravest of the Union

Army against the flower of the Confederacy, the best and bravest of

Lee's army, and losing nothing in the contrast. Never again while time

lasts will the doubt arise as in 1861, "Will the Negro fight?" As a

problem, it has been solved; as a question, it has been answered; and as

a fact, it is as established as the eternal hills. It was the Negroes

who rang up the curtain upon the last act of the bloody tragedy at

Petersburg, Va., June 15, 1864, and they who rang it down at Clover

Hill, Va., April 9, 1865. They were one of the strong fingers upon the

mighty hand that grasped the giant's throat at Petersburg and never

flexed until the breath went out at Appomattox. In this period it would

take page on page to recount their deeds of valor and their glorious

victories.

See them on the 15th of June, 1864, carrying the out-post at Baylor's

field in early morning, and all that long, hot, summer day advancing, a

few yards at a time, then lying down to escape the fire from the works,

but still gradually creeping nearer and nearer, until, just as the sun

went down, they swept like a tornado over the works and started upon a

race for the city, close at the heels of the flying foe, until

mistakenly ordered back. Of this day's experience General Badeau writes:

"No worse strain on the nerves of troops is possible, for it is harder

to remain quiet under cannon fire, even though comparatively harmless,

than to advance against a storm of musketry." General W. F. "Baldy"

Smith, speaking of their conduct, says: "No nobler effort has been put

forth to-day, and no greater success achieved than that of the colored

troops."

* * * * *

Or, again, at the terrible mine explosion of July 30, 1864, on the

Petersburg line, and at the fearful slaughter of September 29, 1864, at

New Market Heights and Fort Harrison. On this last date in the Fourth

United States Colored Troops, out of a color-guard of twelve men, but

one came off the field on his own feet. The gallant flag-sergeant,

Hilton, the last to fall, cried out as he went down, "Boys, save the

colors"; and they were saved.

* * * * *

Some ten or more years later, in Congress, in the midst of a speech

advocating the giving of civil rights to the Negro, General Butler said,

referring to this incident:

"There, in a space not wider than the clerk's desk, and three hundred

yards long, lay the dead bodies of 543 of my colored comrades, slain in

the defense of their country, who had laid down their lives to uphold

its flag and its honor, as a willing sacrifice. And as I rode along,

guiding my horse this way and that, lest he should profane with his

hoofs what seemed to me the sacred dead, and as I looked at their

bronzed faces upturned in the shining sun, as if in mute appeal against

the wrongs of the country for which they had given their lives, and

whose flag had been to them a flag of stripes, in which no star of glory

had ever shone for them--feeling I had wronged them in the past, and

believing what was the future duty of my country to them,--I swore to

myself a solemn oath: 'May my right hand forget its cunning, and my

tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if ever I fail to defend the

rights of the men who have given their blood for me and my country this

day and for their race forever.' And, God helping me, I will keep that

oath."

* * * * *

History further repeats itself in the fact that in every war so far

known to this country, the first blood, and, in some cases, the last

also, has been shed by the faithful Negro, and this in spite of all the

years of bondage and oppression, and of wrongs unspeakable. Under the

sun there has nothing been known in the history of any people more

marvellous than these facts!

Oh, to the living few,

Comrades, be just, be true.

Hail them as heroes tried,

Fight with them side by side;

Never in field or tent,

Scorn the Black Regiment.

It is but a little thing to ask, they could ask no less: _be just_; but,

oh, the shame of it for those who need be asked!

There is no need for panegyric, for sounding phrases or rounded periods.

The simple story is eloquent with all that is necessary to make the

heart swell with pride. In the hour allotted me to fill, it is possible

only to indicate in skeleton the worth of the Negro as a soldier. If

this brief sketch should awaken even a few to interest in his

achievements, and one be found willing and fitted to write the history

that is their due, that writer shall achieve immortality.

AN ADDRESS AT THE UNVEILING OF THE ROBERT GOULD SHAW MONUMENT[23]

BY BOOKER T. WASHINGTON, A. M., LL.D.

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