“I believe his name is Abraham,” said the overseer; “he told me so. He was bought of Judge ——, he says, and he told me his master called him Swamp because he ran away so much. He is the worst runaway on the place.”
I inquired about the increase of the negroes on the estate, and the manager having told me the number of deaths and births the previous year, which gave a net increase of four per cent.—on Virginia estates it is often twenty per cent.—I asked if the negroes began to have children at a very early age. “Sometimes at sixteen,” said the manager. “Yes, and at fourteen,” said the overseer; “that girl’s had a child”—pointing to a girl that did not appear older than fourteen. “Is she married?” “No.” “You see,” said the manager, “negro girls are not remarkable for chastity; their habits indeed rather hinder them from having children. They’d have them younger than they do, if they would marry or live with but one man, sooner than they do.[25] They often do not have children till they are twenty-five years old.” “Are those who are married true to each other?” I asked. The overseer laughed heartily at the idea, and described a disgusting state of things. Women were almost common property, though sometimes the men were not all inclined to acknowledge it; for when I asked: “Do you not try to discourage this?” the overseer answered: “No, not unless they quarrel.” “They get jealous and quarrel among themselves sometimes about it,” the manager explained, “or come to the overseer and complain, and he has them punished.” “Give all hands a damned good hiding,” said the overseer. “You punish for adultery, then, but not for fornication?” “Yes,” answered the manager, but “No,” insisted the overseer, “we punish them for quarrelling; if they don’t quarrel I don’t mind anything about it, but if it makes a muss, I give all four of ’em a warning.”
Riding through a large gang of hoers, with two of the overseers, I observed that a large proportion of them appeared to be thorough-bred Africans. Both of them thought that the “real black niggers” were about three-fourths of the whole number, and that this would hold as an average on Mississippi and Louisiana plantations. One of them pointed out a girl—“That one is pure white; you see her hair?” (It was straight and sandy.) “She is the only one we have got.” It was not uncommon, he said, to see slaves so white that they could not be easily distinguished from pure-blooded whites. He had never been on a plantation before, that had not more than one on it.[26] “Now,” said I, “if that girl should dress herself well, and run away, would she be suspected of being a slave?” (I could see nothing myself by which to distinguish her, as she passed, from an ordinary poor white girl.)
“Oh, yes; you might not know her if she got to the North, but any of us would know her.”
“How?”
“By her language and manners.”
“But if she had been brought up as house-servant?”
“Perhaps not in that case.”
The other thought there would be no difficulty; you could always see a slave girl quail when you looked in her eyes.
I asked if they thought the mulattoes or white slaves were weaker or less valuable than the pure negroes.