Dr. Thomas L. Carson, my mother's youngest brother, who was in the
Thirty-fourth North Carolina Regiment, Scale's Brigade, tells the
following:
"We had stacked our muskets in surrender in the open beside the road,
awaiting our paroles, when a large column of Federal troops passed us in
steady, quiet tramp, followed by the rear guard bringing up about 2,000
stragglers. These stragglers wore a conglomeration of every trashy type to
be found in the Yankee army. Foreigners of every tongue, mixed with every
American type--old gray-headed men, beardless boys, big, greasy Negroes,
etc., etc., all with battered and tattered clothing, some bareheaded and
barefooted, and many without coats; some only had one pant leg on--all
under a strong guard of peart-proud soldiers marching beside them with
fixed bayonets. As they came along one big, stout fellow exclaimed, "Oh,
yes, Johnnies; we've got you at last." A proud, peart-looking guard said,
"Shut your mouth, you cowardly devil, or I'll pop my bayonet in you. You
want to crow over these men. If many of our men had been like you, General
Lee might now have had his headquarters in Boston instead of this
surrender."
Dr. Carson says, as they started home, a young officer from Ohio walked
along with him for half a mile and, talking of the situation, said: "It
looks very hard to start you men home without rations, but we are on short
allowance ourselves, on account of your General Hampton, who cut down and
destroyed eleven miles of our supply train a few days ago, or we would
have had plenty to feed you on."
Once upon a time when the mulatto, Fred. Douglass, was orating, two
Irishmen passing by stopped and listened a few minutes, then started on.
One remarked, "He spaiks right well for a Nagur." The other, "Oh, he's no
Nagur; he is only a half Nagur." "Oh, well then, if a half Nagur can talk
that way, then I guess a whole Nagur could beat the prophit Jeremiah."
Once upon a time when North Carolina's last Afro-American
Congressman--George White--was State Solicitor, a young Negro was on trial
for some misdemeanor, and a white man was called upon to prove the
defendant's character.
Solicitor: "Do you know this man?" Witness: "Yes, sir." "How long have you
known him?" "Oh, ever since he was a small boy." "Well, sir; what is his
character?" "His character is good; good as any Niggers." "Maybe you don't
think a Negro has any character." "Oh, I didn't say that." "Now, sir; I
ask you a direct question: Do you believe a Negro has got a character?"
"Oh, yes; he has a Nigger's character."
The Solicitor gritted his teeth and told the witness he could retire.