FROM H. W.

_Feb. 19._ You will see by this copy of the _Free South_[108] the

outrages that have been committed by the troops who were landed at

Land's End, but it can give you but little idea of the outrages that

have been committed or the mischief done. Besides the actual loss to

the people,--and in many cases it has been their all,--the loss of

confidence in Yankees is an incalculable injury. The scenes some of

the superintendents have had to go through with are beyond

description. Sumner had a pistol put at his breast for trying to stop

the soldiers and protect the negroes, and Mr. Hammond, when he went

with General Saxton to tell Hunter of what had been done under his

very eyes on his own plantations, burst into tears. It is disgusting

that any Massachusetts regiment should be mixed up with such savage

treatment, and that the Twenty-Fourth should be is shameful in the

extreme.

_Feb. 20._ To-day all the people were on the Bay "drawing seine" when

I came out of morning school, and as that is a process I have wished

to see I ran down to the beach myself between whiles. Here was a droll

enough scene indeed. They had made one "drawing" and were just casting

the seine again as I walked along for half a mile towards the

drum-hole.[109] The shell-banks, which are exposed at low tide, were

fringed with small children with baskets and bags which they were

filling with oysters and conchs. Rose followed me as guide and

protector, jabbering away in her outlandish fashion to my great

entertainment, and was very much afraid that the oyster-shells, over

which she walked with impunity with bare feet, would cut up my heavy

leather boots. I could go out to the very edge of one of these curious

shell-banks, and the seine was drawn up almost at my feet. The net was

laid on a boat which was hauled out into the water by the men, who

were up to their waists, then dropped along its full length, which is

very great, and gradually hauled in shore again with two or three

bushels of fish in it, and any number of crabs, which the children

pick up very carefully and fling ashore. There were about thirty men,

and you would have thought from the noise and talking that it was a

great fire in the country, with no head to the engine companies and

every man giving orders. They were good-natured as possible, but

sometimes their gibberish sounds as if they were scolding. The boys,

with their pantaloons, or what answer for sich, rolled up to their

knees, were hauling at the rope or picking up the crabs and making

them catch hold of each other till they had a long string of them.

Another mode of proceeding with them--for a crab-bite is a pretty

serious thing--is to hold an oyster-shell out, which they grab, and

then with a quick shake the claw is broken off, and they are harmless.

A large bass having been taken in the haul I witnessed, it was laid at

my feet for my acceptance, and then, the girls following, most of the

boys staying to see the third drawing, I wended my way back to school.

_Feb. 21._ Such steady shop that C. could not get off very early and

sold a barrel of flour before he departed. Shop is a great nuisance,

but I don't know what the people would do without it and don't see how

it can be given up for a long time. They can't get things as cheap

anywhere else, but they cannot understand that it is of no advantage

to us. When I told them yesterday they must not hurry me, for I had to

put everything down so as to keep a correct account to send to the

Quartermaster and people who sent the things, they were quite

surprised, and when in explaining the state of the case to them I

remarked that I was not even paid for the trouble, Binah said she

would not take the trouble then; and they can't understand that any

one should.

Other comments on this laborious shop-keeping are: [Feb.

23]. What with sugar and dry goods upstairs, and flour,

pork, and salt down, it's busy, not to say nasty work. [Apr.

9.] Mr. P.'s molasses fell short about $5.00 on the barrel!

Yet you can't convince the people he is not making heaps of

money, and I, too, for the matter of that. [June 6.] A

stranger the other day asked me for a looking-glass that he

might see how his new hat looked, and then informed me that

I ought to keep lemonade for my friends! But such things are

rare, and so ludicrous that one doesn't mind.

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