A lovely morning grew into a hot day. After breakfast, I sat
in the shade watching the vagaries of some little tortoises, or terrapins, in a
vessel of water close at hand, or trying to follow the bee-like flight of the
hummingbirds. Ah me! one wee brownie, with a purple head and red facings,
managed to dash into a small grape or flower conservatory close at hand, and,
innocent of the ways of the glassy wall, he or she — I am much puzzled as to
the genders of humming-birds, and Mr. Gould, with his wonderful mastery of
Greek prefixes and Latin terminations, has not aided me much — dashed up and
down from pane to pane, seeking to perforate each with its bill, and carrying
death and destruction among the big spiders and their cobweb-castles which for
the time barred the way.
The humming-bird had as the Yankees say, a bad time of it,
for its efforts to escape were incessant, and our host said tenderly, through
his mustaches, “Pooty little thing, don't frighten it!” as if he was quite sure
of getting off to Saxony by the next steamer. Encumbered by cobwebs and
exhausted, now and then our little friend toppled down among the green shrubs,
and lay panting like a living nugget of ore. Again he, she, or it took wing and
resumed that mad career; but at last on some happy turn the bright head saw an
opening through the door, and out wings, body, and legs dashed, and sought
shelter in a creeper, where the little flutterer lay, all but dead, so
inanimate, indeed, that I could have taken the lovely thing and put it in the
hollow of my hand. What would poets of Greece and Rome have said of the
hummingbird? What would Hafiz, or Waller, or Spenser have sung, had they but
seen that offspring of the sun and flowers?
Later in the day, when the sun was a little less fierce, we
walked out from the belt of trees round the house on the plantation itself. At
this time of year there is nothing to recommend to the eye the great breadth of
flat fields, surrounded by small canals, which look like the bottoms of
dried-up ponds, for the green rice has barely succeeded in forcing its way
above the level of the rich dark earth. The river bounds the estate, and when
it rises after the rains, its waters, loaded with loam and fertilizing mud, are
let in upon the lands through the small canals, which are provided with sluices
and banks and floodgates to control and regulate the supply.
The negroes had but little to occupy them now. The children
of both sexes, scantily clad, were fishing in the canals and stagnant waters,
pulling out horrible-looking little catfish. They were so shy that they
generally fled at our approach. The men and women were apathetic, neither
seeking nor shunning us, and I found that their master knew nothing about them.
It is only the servants engaged in household duties who are at all on familiar
terms with their masters.
The bailiff or steward was not to be seen. One big slouching
negro, who seemed to be a gangsman or something of the kind, followed us in our
walk, and answered any questions we put to him very readily. It was a picture
to see his face when one of our party, on returning to the house, gave him a larger
sum of money than he had probably ever possessed before in a lump. “What will
he do with it?” Buy sweet things, — sugar, tobacco, a penknife, and such
things. “They have few luxuries, and all their wants are provided for.” Took a
cursory glance at the negro quarters, which are not very enticing or cleanly.
They are surrounded by high palings, and the entourage is alive with
their poultry.
Very much I doubt whether Mr. Mitchell is satisfied the
Southerners are right in their present course, but he and Mr. Petigru are
lawyers, and do not take a popular view of the question. After dinner the
conversation again turned on the resources and power of the South, and on the
determination of the people never to go back into the Union. Then cropped out
again the expression of regret for the rebellion of 1776, and the desire that
if it came to the worst, England would receive back her erring children, or
give them a prince under whom they could secure a monarchical form of
government. There is no doubt about the earnestness with which these things are
said.
As the “Nina” starts down the river on her return voyage
from Georgetown to-night, and Charleston harbor may be blockaded at any time,
thus compelling us to make a long detour by land, I resolve to leave by
her, in spite of many invitations and pressure from neighboring planters. At
midnight our carriage came round, and we started in a lovely moonlight to
Georgetown, crossing the ferry after some delay, in consequence of the profound
sleep of the boatmen in their cabins. One of them said to me, “Mus’n’t go too near
de edge ob de boat, massa.” “Why not?” “Becas if massa fall ober, he not come
up agin likely, — a bad ribber for drowned, massa.” He informed me it was full
of alligators, which are always on the look-out for the planters’ and negroes’
dogs, and are hated and hunted accordingly.
The “Nina” was blowing the signal for departure, the only
sound we heard all through the night, as we drove through the deserted streets
of Georgetown, and soon after three o'clock, A. M., we were on board and in our
berths.
SOURCE: William Howard Russell, My Diary North and
South, p. 132-4
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