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Updated: May 16, 2025
Deir wuz Jim, Thomas, he refugeed from Charl'stun to Pum'roy and it tuk him fo' months, den de wuz sistah Adah, Carrie an' Ella. When I rite young I wurked as hous' maid fo' numbah quality white folks an' latah on I wuz nurs' fo' de chilluns in sum homes, heah abouts." "Oh, de slaves quartahs, dey wuz undah de sam' ruf with Marse Hunt's big hous' but in de back.
Everything seemed as usual, and wonderfully calm compared with the tumult in our minds. The Hospital guards were pacing their beats lazily; those on the Stockade were drawling listlessly the first "call around" of the evening: "Post numbah foah! Half-past seven o'clock! and a-l-l's we-l-ll!"
It was pretty cold, and he was relieving his feet by standing first on one and then on the other. He did not wait for me to speak. "Hi, sah, Missey Barker she say to come quick away, sah, to Numbah 709 Bedford street." With a doubt in my mind as to whether I should find a good patient or some dirty nigger, I sought the place to which I had been directed.
One day, while I was holding a conversation similar to the above with an old man on guard, another guard, who had been stationed near a squad made up of Germans, that talked altogether in the language of the Fatherland, broke in with: "Out there by post numbah foahteen, where I wuz yesterday, there's a lot of Yanks who jest jabbered away all the hull time, and I hope I may never see the back of my neck ef I could understand ary word they said, Are them the regular blue-belly kind?"
The objections I has to d' Mefodis' is them 'sperience meetin's they holds. They 'spects you to stan' up an' tell 'em about all yo' sins, an 'fess all you've been guilty of endoorin' yo' life! Now, sech doin's tu'ns out mighty embarrassin' for a boy like Tom, who's been a-livin' sort o' loose an' lively for a likely numbah of years, sah, an' I couldn't stan' it, sah!
'Ladeez 'n' gemmen, he said, 'there will now take place our great Numbah Contest. This gen-u-ine sporting contest It was Izzy Baermann making his nightly speech, introducing the Love-r-ly Cup; and it meant that, for me, duty called. From where I sat I could see Izzy looking about the room, and I knew he was looking for me.
We waited in tense expectancy for the decision of the fates whether final victory or defeat should end the long and arduous campaign. At night the guards in the perches around the Stockade called out every half hour, so as to show the officers that they were awake and attending to their duty. The formula for this ran thus: "Post numbah 1; half-past eight o'clock, and a-l-l 's w-e-l-l!"
Everything seemed as usual, and wonderfully calm compared with the tumult in our minds. The Hospital guards were pacing their beats lazily; those on the Stockade were drawling listlessly the first "call around" of the evening: "Post numbah foah! Half-past seven o'clock! and a-l-l's we-l-ll!"
One day, while I was holding a conversation similar to the above with an old man on guard, another guard, who had been stationed near a squad made up of Germans, that talked altogether in the language of the Fatherland, broke in with: "Out there by post numbah foahteen, where I wuz yesterday, there's a lot of Yanks who jest jabbered away all the hull time, and I hope I may never see the back of my neck ef I could understand ary word they said, Are them the regular blue-belly kind?"
Post No. 2 repeated this cry, and so it went around. One evening when our anxiety as to Atlanta was wrought to the highest pitch, one of the guards sang out: "Post numbah foah half past eight o'clock and Atlanta's gone t-o hell." The heart of every man within hearing leaped to his mouth. We looked toward each other, almost speechless with glad surprise, and then gasped out: "Did 'you hear THAT?"
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