THE EVENTS OF MONDAY, OCT. 17--ARMING THE SLAVES--TERROR IN THE
SLAVEHOLDING CAMP--IMPORTANT LOSSES TO OUR PARTY--THE FATE OF
KAGI--PRISONERS ACCUMULATE--WORKMEN AT THE KENNEDY FARM--ETC.
Monday, the 17th of October, was a time of stirring and exciting
events. In consequence of the movements of the night before, we were
prepared for commotion and tumult, but certainly not for more than we
beheld around us. Gray dawn and yet brighter daylight revealed great
confusion, and as the sun arose, the panic spread like wild-fire.
Men, women and children could be seen leaving their homes in every
direction; some seeking refuge among residents, and in quarters further
away, others climbing up the hill-sides, and hurrying off in various
directions, evidently impelled by a sudden fear, which was plainly
visible in their countenances or in their movements.
Capt. Brown was all activity, though I could not help thinking that at
times he appeared somewhat puzzled. He ordered Sherrard Lewis Leary,
and four slaves, and a free man belonging in the neighborhood, to join
John Henry Kagi and John Copeland at the rifle factory, which they
immediately did. Kagi, and all except Copeland, were subsequently
killed, but not before having communicated with Capt. Brown, as will be
set forth further along.
As fast as the workmen came to the building, or persons appeared in the
street near the engine house, they were taken prisoners, and directly
after sunrise, the detained train was permitted to start for the
eastward. After the departure of the train, quietness prevailed for a
short time; a number of prisoners were already in the engine house, and
of the many colored men living in the neighborhood, who had assembled
in the town, a number were armed for the work.
Capt. Brown ordered Capts. Charles P. Tidd, Wm. H. Leeman, John E.
Cook, and some fourteen slaves, to take Washington’s four-horse
wagon, and to join the company under Capt. Owen Brown, consisting of
F. J. Merriam and Barclay Coppic, who had been left at the Farm the
night previous, to guard the place and the arms. The company, thus
reinforced, proceeded, under Owen Brown, to move the arms and goods
from the Farm down to the school-house in the mountains, three-fourths
of a mile from the Ferry.
Capt. Brown next ordered me to take the pikes out of the wagon in which
he rode to the Ferry, and to place them in the hands of the colored
men who had come with us from the plantations, and others who had come
forward without having had communication with any of our party. It was
out of the circumstances connected with the fulfilment of this order,
that the false charge against “Anderson” as leader, or “ringleader,” of
the negroes, grew.
The spectators, about this time, became apparently wild with fright
and excitement. The number of prisoners was magnified to hundreds,
and the judgment-day could not have presented more terrors, in its
awful and certain prospective punishment to the justly condemned for
the wicked deeds of a life-time, the chief of which would no doubt be
slaveholding, than did Capt. Brown’s operations.
The prisoners were also terror-stricken. Some wanted to go home to see
their families, as if for the last time. The privilege was granted
them, under escort, and they were brought back again. Edwin Coppic,
one of the sentinels at the Armory gate, was fired at by one of the
citizens, but the ball did not reach him, when one of the insurgents
close by put up his rifle, and made the enemy bite the dust.
Among the arms taken from Col. Washington was one double-barrel gun.
This weapon was loaded by Leeman with buckshot, and placed in the hands
of an elderly slave man, early in the morning. After the cowardly
charge upon Coppic, this old man was ordered by Capt. Stevens to arrest
a citizen. The old man ordered him to halt, which he refused to do,
when instantly the terrible load was discharged into him, and he fell,
and expired without a struggle.
After these incidents, time passed away till the arrival of the United
States troops, without any further attack upon us. The cowardly
Virginians submitted like sheep, without resistance, from that
time until the marines came down. Meanwhile, Capt. Brown, who was
considering a proposition for release from his prisoners, passed back
and forth from the Armory to the bridge, speaking words of comfort and
encouragement to his men. “Hold on a little longer, boys,” said he,
“until I get matters arranged with the prisoners.” This tardiness on
the part of our brave leader was sensibly felt to be an omen of evil by
some us, and was eventually the cause of our defeat. It was no part of
the original plan to hold on to the Ferry, or to parley with prisoners;
but by so doing, time was afforded to carry the news of its capture to
several points, and forces were thrown into the place, which surrounded
us.
At eleven o’clock, Capt. Brown despatched William Thompson from the
Ferry up to Kennedy Farm, with the news that we had peaceful possession
of the town, and with directions to the men to continue on moving the
things. He went; but before he could get back, troops had begun to pour
in, and the general encounter commenced.