_Coffin's Point, Dec. 17._ I suppose you have heard that our
plantation operations here this year have been a failure. Nobody has
raised more than half a crop. The drought in the early part of the
summer and the caterpillar in August and September contrived to
diminish the yield. Most of the planters, however, thinking that two
bad seasons will not come in succession, are making vigorous
preparations for next year in the way of gathering marsh-grass and
mud. I have about concluded to sell or to lease Mulberry Hill, and if
I succeed in doing either I shall probably go home about the first of
February.
There is a universal feeling of dissatisfaction, not to say disgust,
with our colored brethren here at the present time, on account of the
extraordinary development of some of their well-known characteristics.
They are stealing cotton at a fearful rate. Captain Kellum of Dathaw
lost a whole bale a few nights since, and to-day Mr. Williams, who has
just come down from R.'s, tells us that the cotton-house has been
broken into and one packed bale cut open and about one hundred pounds
taken out of it and carried off! This bale belonged to Mr. York. We
none of us feel secure against these depredations.
Two of the thieves at Coffin's Point were caught with ginned cotton in
their houses, Peter Brown and William White. Before Mr. Towne could
apprehend them they escaped to the main. Another, Jonas Green, had
cotton-seed hid away in his corn-house. He was caught, and a
Plantation Commission sentenced him to two months' imprisonment. This
is the first fruit of making land-owners of the negroes. While they
raise cotton of their own and no restraint is put upon them in making
sale of what they bring to market, it is impossible to ferret out
their robberies in most cases. Such rascality on the part of the
negroes is more discouraging than caterpillars and drought.