When Johnny Was a Soldier : First Battle of Bull Run.

WARNING! This is a hard hitting story of the Civil War. It
contains descriptions of sex between men and children, slaves and
the word nigger is used often. If such things offend you read no
farther. This is a work of fiction based loosely on the history
of America in the 1850's to the end of the Civil War. Story
codes, pedo M,g rape, death, torture, historic racism. If you are
interested in such stories read on and see what befalls one
Capitan Johnny Cain when he was a soldier...

July 14, 1861
Camp Clark, Washington

My very dear Sarah:
    The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few
days--perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write again,
I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye
when I shall be no more . . .

     I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in the
cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or
falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans on
the triumph of the Government and how great a debt we owe to
those who went before us through the blood and sufferings of the
Revolution. And I am willing--perfectly willing--to lay down all
my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to
pay that debt . . .

   Sarah my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me with
mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet
my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me
unresistibly on with all these chains to the battle field.

    The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you
come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to
you that I have enjoyed them for so long. And hard it is for me
to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years,
when, God willing, we might still have lived and loved together,
and seen our sons grown up to honorable manhood, around us. I
have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence,
but something whispers to me--perhaps it is the wafted prayer of
my little Edgar, that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed.
If I do not my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and
when my last breath escapes me on the battle field, it will
whisper your name. Forgive my many faults and the many pains I
have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have often times
been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot
upon your happiness . . .

    But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and
flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you;
in the gladdest days and in the darkest nights . . . always,
always, and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall
be my breath, as the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it
shall be my spirit passing by. Sarah do not mourn me dead; think
I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again . . .

    Sullivan Ballou was killed a week later at the first Battle
of Bull Run, July 21, 1861.  The  battle was fought  in Virginia,
near the Manassas Virginia railway junction, after which the
battle is called (or First Bull Run, named after the flowing
stream on the battlefield, if of the Union persuasion). The
armies in this first battle were not very large by later Civil
War standards. The Federal forces under Brigadier General Irvin
McDowell were organized into four divisions (five, if one
includes Runyan's division), of about 30,000 men. These divisions
were commanded by Tyler, Hunter, Heintzelman, (Runyan), and
Miles. The Confederate command structure was somewhat more
unwieldy, including two "armies", with no division structure and
thirteen independent brigades under Bonham, Ewell, Jones,
Longstreet, Cocke, Early, Holmes, Kershaw, Evans, Jackson,
Bartow, Bee, Smith, and a cavalry brigade under Stuart. The
Confederate Army of the Potomac was under the command of
Brigadier General Pierre G. T. Beauregard, and the Army of the
Shenandoah was commanded by Brigadier General Joseph E. Johnston.
These two forces would equal McDowell's strength.
       Interestingly enough, each commander had planned to
initiate an attack on the other side with a feint attack on the
enemy's right flank and a massed attack on the opposite flank.
Had this been done simultaneously, and both been successful in
their purpose, the two armies would have simply pivoted around
each other and ended up in each other's rear, able to march
unopposed to Washington or Richmond, as the case may be. As it
turned out, the general least successful in initiating this
movement was the winner.
       McDowell had planned to use Tyler's division as the
diversionary attack at the Stone Bridge, while Davies' brigade
did the same at Blackburn's Ford. At the same time, Hunter's and
Heintzelman's divisions would cross Bull Run at Sudley Springs
and attack from the north.
       McDowell's green troops involved in the flanking column,
reached their jumping off positions two and a half hours behind
schedule. Tyler's and Davies' attacks at the Stone Bridge and
Blackburn's Ford were already well under way, and the Confederate
high command was beginning to sense a ruse because the Union
attacks were not pressed very hard. When Beauregard was notified
that Federal troops were massing on his left flank, he realized
that this must be the main attack so began to shift his own troop
dispositions.

       The Federals had about 18,000 men in the main attack
column and it was only thanks to the quick reactions of Colonel
"Shank" Evans and his small brigade that Beauregard did not
suffer a major disaster. He quickly moved his small force to
Matthew's Hill to block the Federal move. Sounds of the fighting
drew other brigade commanders to Evans' aid on their own
initiative. Brigadier General Barnard Bee and Colonel Bartow
joined Evans' defensive line and deployed their men to his right
to extend and strengthen it.
       The Confederate position was still badly outnumbered
however, and eventually the weight of those numbers began to be
felt. With Tyler's division threatening the right flank and rear
of the Confederate position after having forced a crossing at the
Stone Bridge, and their left flank now being overlapped by
Federal reinforcements, the three Confederate brigades broke to
the rear, heading toward the cleared plateau of the Henry House
Hill. Unfortunately for the Federals, they were slow to follow-up
their success and allowed the Southern brigade commanders to
rally the remnants of their units behind Jackson's brigade which
had just arrived and formed a line of battle on the reverse slope
of Henry House Hill.
       In the meantime, McDowell ordered two artillery batteries
to advance to silence the defensive fire. Rickett's Battery and
Griffin's Battery advanced to well within musket range of the
Confederate positions near the crest of the hill. These batteries
were counterattacked by Confederate infantry and cavalry who then
overran the 11 guns. Although it is still somewhat an open
question, most historians give credit to the 33rd Virginia
Infantry, although the 6th North Carolina State Troops, and
elements of the 2nd Mississippi Infantry also claim credit for
silencing Ricketts. This counterattack also routed the infantry
supports to the guns -- a battalion of U. S. Marines and the 11th
New York Infantry, the famed Fire Zouaves. The loss of the guns
became a focal point for see-saw attacks and counterattacks by
each side, with the possession of the guns changing hands several
times.
       Finally having accumulated enough units to not only
stabilize the Confederate lines, but also overlap the right flank
of the Federal lines, the order was given for a general advance
by Beauregard. This attack caved-in the Federal right and what
began as a fairly orderly retreat turned into a disorganized
rout. The equally tired and inexperienced Confederates however,
were in no shape to conduct an effective pursuit, so the battle
ended. The Federals lost about 3,000 casualties (killed, wounded,
and captured or missing), and the Confederates suffered about
2,000.
 What follows are the actions of Captain  Johnny Cain, commander
of a company of light calvary in the Confederate Army of the
Potomac under the command of Brigadier General Pierre G. T.
Beauregard.
      The Captain's company was part of James Ewell Brown
Stuart's (J.E.B Stuart)  cavalry brigade which played a pivotal
roll in the battle. It was his unit that overran the 11 Union
cannons on the reverse slope of Henry House Hill. The guns were
contested several times and changed hands five times during the
course of the battle.  His light calvary payed a heavy price in
the attack as he lost 70% of his men either killed, wounded or
captured.  Captain Cain was himself wounded in the left leg.
      A Union sharpshooter hit him as he rallied his men to hold
the cannons. The round passed through the meat of his leg missing
the femur. His mount Ginger was not so lucky for the bullet
severed her spine. The gallant horse struggled to rise, but could
not. Cain drew his service revolver and shot her in the head
ending her suffering.
      The officer fought on refusing medical aid until the battle
was won. He tied his red belt sash around the wound to stop the
heavy flow of blood. His men dismounted and turned the Yankee
canons against the 11th New York Infantry, the famed Fire
Zouaves. The Confederate soldiers loaded the brass canons with
canaster shot and fired them. At times, particularly at very
close range, the artillery crew  fired extremely lethal "double
canister," where two rounds were loaded into the gun tube and
fired simultaneously using a single charge. This sent 80 one inch
lead balls ripping into anything within 400 yards of the guns to
shreds.
   When the Federal forces under Brigadier General Irvin McDowell
were routed he allowed his second in command Lieutenant 
Beauregard Jackson to assume his command and he was taken to an
aid station in a farmhouse near Henry House Hill.
     The small stone farmhouse was sounded by tents pitched by
the Army of the Shenandoah. Wagons driven by Negro slaves brought
an endless line of the wounded from both the North and the South.
 Surgeons preformed their lifesaving work on doors taken down
from the farm house and sat upon barrels. The deadly lead minie
ball bullet used by both sides caused horrific wounds that more
times than not required amputation of any limb hit.  The barnyard
of the farmhouse was littered with the dead and piles of limbs
removed from the fallen.
     "You sir are a very lucky man. A fraction of an inch to the
left and that ball would have shattered your leg and at best I
would be hacking it off now instead of sewing you back up. What
you got here is a million dollar wound. Not bad enough to kill
you but serious enough to warrant a 30 day medical leave of
absents. I shall sign the necessary papers for you." Doctor
Leonard McCoy  the haggard bloodied surgeon said as he tied off
the last stitch on Cain's leg.
   The doctor had to use boiled horse hair to close the wound as
they had ran out of silk thread. Unknown to the doctor at the
time but boiling the horse hair killed any nasty bacteria on the
hair and made for a more sterile procedure.   Little was know
about germs or bacteria and their effect on the human body. Dirty
saws, knives, clamps and other surgery tools were used on the
wounded transferring infected blood and gore from patient to
patient.  Infection, illness, and disease killed more men on both
sides of the war than gun fire did.
    " I thank you sir, however I must get back to my men.  I
shall be fine." the capitan argued.
    "Sir you are no good to your unit dead, If you try and go
back to active duty that is what you shall be. You need bed rest
for at least two weeks and then another two before you can ride
around the country killing Yankees. The war sir can go on without
you for two fortnights.  I say go sir and be with your loving
wife and children.  Tomorrow when you are better able to travel I
shall have my Nigger Tom drive you home in a wagon." the old
country doctor said with a heavy sigh. The war had just began and
all ready he was tired of mending the  human carnage of battle.
    "Very well then sir I shall do as you order. Thank you for
saving my leg. I think I shall have a dram of whiskey or two.
Care to join me in a drink sawbones?" the Confederate warrior
asked as he pulled a silver flask from his coat pocket.
    "Indeed I shall sir, let us toast to an early victory for the
South and an end to this God awful slaughter." he said as he took
a tin cup from the table.
   "Here here sir, from your lips to God's ears. May our new
nation prevail. I think that if the Yankees have no better luck
than they did here we shall be dining in the White House by the
time I am off my medical "retirement". he said as they touched
drinking vessels.
   "One can only hope, sir one can only hope.  Tom fetch Leroy
and you two cary Cpt. Cain upstairs to the bedroom. He can use my
bed for I shall not have time for its comfort this night or the
next by looks of line of wounded awaiting my tender mercy."
Doctor McCoy snapped as an old Nigger hopped off a stool and went
to fetch his son to cary the officer upstairs.
    " Yes sir, masser Jim. I be getting dat no good lazy boy
o'mine strait away sir." the old black man said as he left the
makeshift operating room.
    "See that you do. I need this table for the next man." the
doctor said as he tossed down the last few drops of the golden
whiskey.
    The two buck Niggers came back and hoisted the wounded
officer off the table and assisted him up the narrow stairway.
The coons undressed the tall office and helped him get into a
long nightshirt. They lay him on the feather bed and asked if
there was anything they could do for him.
    "No, just get your lazy asses back down and help your master.
I shall be fine here." Johnny ordered as he lay back in the bed.
He saw that the bandage on his leg was made of some Southern
Bell's petticoats cut into strips. A red stain spread across
embossed silk fabric.  Sleep came quickly to the wounded warrior
as the loss of blood and the fatigue of battle had taken its
toll.
    He was awakened by the call of bugles sounding reveille as
the camp was called to action. He could hear the rattle of wagons
and the curses of their teamsters as they cracked their whips
imploring the beasts of burden to move out down the crowded muddy
road. The smell of death permeated the small farmhouse, and he
could hear the feeble moans of the dying coming up from below.
The blast of a steam whistle cut through the early morning air as
a train on the Manassas Gap Railroad came into the town. Orders
were shouted as men formed ranks and prepared to move against the
retreating Federal forces of Sherman and McDowell who had run
back to Washington DC with their tails tucked between their legs.

    There came a knock at his bedroom door, and he bade whoever
was outside to come in.
      "Masser  Johnny, it be old Tom and Leroy come to fetch you
to da wagon down yonder to carry you home sir." the aged darkie
said his dirty old hat in his hands.
     "Come in then, and bring me the chamber pot so I can let
down my night water." he said as he threw back the covers of the
bed.
     "Yes sir, I be doin' that straight away." the old grizzled
slave said as he came in the small room and fetched the porcelain
pot.
     " I am a bit stiff darkie you will have to take my Johnson
out and drain my lily." the wounded office commanded as he lay
back down in the bed.
     The old black man pulled up the white man's nightshirt and
lifted his erect cock. He placed the cock over the chamber pot
and waited for the man to piss.  The officer grunted a bit and
then farted as his piss began to flow.
    "Aaw, that is better. Just don't stand there like an ape
shake the dew off of it and help me get dressed." he snapped at
the two slaves.
    "Yes sir masser." Tom said as he opened a package containing
a freshly laundered uniform for the Confederate officer. " Yo,
Lieutenant Beauregard, he bring dis by early dis mornin' he say
give it to yo. He have to move the company out early and he not
want to disturb yo rest. He say the men day be fine and yo not to
worry yo self bout dem.  He say yo get better soon a'for he and
the rest of yo me kill off all dem damned Yankees for sure. Dat
what he said sir yes it is." the aged slave said as he helped the
man dress.
    "Sound's just like old Beauregard. Do not forget my sword and
pistol." he said as he leaned on the younger nigger's shoulder.
    The slave picked up the Wilkinson sword and the heavy Colt
.36 Navy revolver in its warn black leather holster. He followed
the two downstairs into the makeshift operating room. The surgeon
was still at his gory task. The room stank of blood and death.
    "I see you have made it through the night. How is your leg?"
the doctor asked as he poured hot wax to seal the stump of a leg
on a Union soldier. The man cried out as the hot wax covered his
amputated leg.
    "Doing a damned sight better than that poor fool. There is a
bit of pain when I move but it is bearable. Thank you again
doctor." Johnny said as he watched the Union soldier pass out.
     "See to it that your wife changes the bandage everyday and
look for sings of gangrene. If it gets red or pussy you call in a
doctor right away. You can use a touch of  laudanum if the pain
gets too bad but not too much. I have seen many a man get hooked
on the Devil's brew" he said as he handed a glass bottle of the
drug to him and called for the next man awaiting his help.
    "I shall do that sir. God bless you and keep you safe sir. I
bid you adieu." Cain said as he was helped out of the carnal
house.
    The roads around the farmhouse were clogged with the units of
 the Confederate Army of the Potomac as they gathered themselves
to chase the Union forces north.  There sat a sorry excuse for a
wagon next to the house. A team of oxen were yoked to the
dilapidated wooden wagon. Fresh straw had been laid in the back
for the officer to ride on.
    "I is sorry sir but dis be da best I's could get. All da good
wagons day be taken fo' da army. I reckon that its will get us to
yo home directly. Where be yo home sir?" the old slave asked as
he helped the officer up into the back of the wagon.
   "My plantation is just out side of Fredericksburg. Take this
road south and I will tell you when to turn." he said as he
leaned against the wooden rails of the wagon and doffed his gray
hat to the units as they marched off to the next battle.  "Give'm
hell boys!" he yelled as the wagon jerked and the oxen plodded
down the rutted muddy road.
    The trip took two days to make it the forty miles to Cain's
plantation.  His leg had gotten somewhat better but it now
throbbed with each beat of his hart.  The captain had stopped the
village of Cornwell to get another bottle of laudanum.  His leg
was stiff and he knew that he would not have been able to ride a
horse let alone fight in a campaign. The wounded veteran had to
use a crutch the aged nigger had carved for him out of a dead
branch and padded the top with an old wool blanket. It was crude
but effective. The homemade crutch allowed him to hobble about on
his own.
    Traffic was heavy on the road as more men and equipment
headed north toward the battles being fought there. They often
had to pull to the side of the road to let long lines of marching
solders pass.  Each time a unit would pass Johnny would give them
a rebel yell and the men would answer as he encouraged them. 
Just outside of Fredericksburg he saw a unit of heavy horse
advancing down the road.
    "By the gods! Is that you Johnny Cain? What the hell happened
to you?" a tall bearded man yelled as he rained in his mount.
    "Cousin Edward! When did you get your commission?  This is no
big deal, I got in the way of a Yankee ball up in Manassas, It
went right through me and killed poor Ginger." Johnny said as he
reached out to grasp his cousin's hand.
     "Told mother that Virginia needs all of her able bodied sons
to rally round the flag. She nearly had kittens and carried on so
that you would have thought that someone had died. Father stepped
in and gave me his blessing and that was the end to it.  He
bought me this posting and made sure that his Mason brothers in
the 33rd Virginia found me a cavalry unit.  Old Bough Sullivan is
our commander, he has got us ridding hell bent for leather to
catch up with the rest of the unit.  We sure kicked them Union
boy's asses." the young red headed man said as he wheeled his
mount to trot along side the lumbering ox cart.
    "That we did Ed, but I tell you it was a close thing, those
Federal boys counter charged right into the teeth of those 11
cannons we took. We were firing grape shot into their ranks and
they just kept on coming.  Do not think of them as cowards or
some bumkins that will flee at the first volley, no sir they
stood their ground until old Beauregard massed our units and
rolled over their right flank. My company lost 42 men killed or
wounded, three of that number are missing and presumed to have
been captured. I pray to God Almighty that this conflict is over
soon. Do you know that there is but one cannon factory in all of
the South? If we can not trade our cotton for English guns the
war will be short and not end as we all hope." Johnny said
shaking his head.
   "It sounds like it was rough, nothing like the talk at the
balls and grand parties held to raise gold for the war effort.
There it is all talk of our just cause and the glory of battle.
What you told me seems nothing like that." the young man said as
he sobered darkend by his cousins speech.
    "It was, I lay in a farm house waiting my turn under the
surgon's knife and saw more suffering and death than I ever want
to see again. The blood that poured from the wounds was red
whether it came from a Rebel or a Yankee.  Be brave and do your
duty to your men but think not that this is a lark or summer's
war for I fear we are in for the fight of our lives." the wounded
officer said.
   "Well I am glad that you made it out of the battle.  I shall
heed your wise words but my unit is pulling away and I must ride.
Be well cousin and give my love to your wife and children. Tell
my mother that you saw me and that I am in good spirits." he said
as he turned his mount and galloped off to join his unit.  On
September 17th, 1862 at the battle of Antietam in Maryland the
young first lieutenant was struck by an eight pound solid cannon
ball and killed. There was not much of left of him to bury. His
body was identified by a photo of he and his wife found in his
coat pocket.
      Johnny Cain arrived at his plantation in the early evening.
His overseer Morris McPherson saw the old wagon coming down the
tree lined lane leading to the three story brick mansion.  He
spurred his black gelding mount and galloped to greet his
employer.
     "Captain Cain, why sir you are wounded! Let me get the
carriage and take you to the manner house." he said as he jumped
off his mount and rushed to Cain's side.
     "Mr. Morris that shall not be necessary. This old wagon has
carried me this far, I reckon it will do for the last few hundred
yards.  You just go and tell Sirra that her husband is home for a
30 day furlow.  Then put these two niggers up in one of the slave
cabins. See to it that two of the young girls spend the night
with them. Send Cotton and Patsy, it is time those girls start
making some babies for the plantation. They are over 11 now
aren't they ?" Cain asked as the  colored boys had earned a
little nooky in his mind.
    "Yes sir Cotton she be round 11 and a half and Patsy is near
to 12 if she is a day. Hard to tell as she came right off the
boat from the Ivory Coast.  I shall go tell the Missus Cain that
you are home and I shall roust old Bess and have her get the
girls ready for bedding these bucks." Morris said as he remounted
his steed and rode back to the white washed home.
    "I thank ye sir. Dat be good to have a bit of comfort fo dese
old bones. Leroy here he put babies in all the gals he be wif
shore nuf." old Tom said as he prodded the oxen down the lane.
    "T'is the least that I could do for you boys. You did a right
smart job of seeing me home. I may ask your master if he would
sell you two to me. I can alway use good niggers. Be sure to plow
their fields well and sow your seed in each of them boys. I want
to see cum dripping out of their little pussies in the morning."
he said as he got an erection just thinking of that soft dark
pussy.
     He often took to bed his fertile slaves and was not bothered
by selling his own flesh and blood into slavery. Cain did not
view his niggers as human but rather as property to be used as he
and God saw fit for they were much better off here on his
plantation than back in wilds of Africa. He had taken three trips
across the wide Atlantic on his brother's slave ship The
Nightingale prior to 1859. Johnny had seen how the savages lived
in grass huts and ran around nearly naked.
      Captain Cain was met at his front door by his wife, and
three children plus the house staff of niggers. He noticed that
Lilly was thick with child. He wondered if the nigglet would be
half white or all black as he had used the young teen often and
she had born him a fine nigger boy who they called Toby.
     "Oh dear God you are wounded! Does it pain you darling" his
wife said as she swept him into her arms and fused over him.
    " Only a bit dear. I was quite lucky a fraction of an inch
over and I would be on a peg leg. The shot killed poor Ginger
right out from underneath me. It was a bloody day dear. But let
us not talk of the war for it shall look after it'self. How are
my children?" he asked as he tussled his twin boys hair.
    "We are fine sir. Did you kill many Yankees father?" Timmy
asked as he looked at his father's wounded leg.
     "Hush! Timmy your father has said that he wishes not to
speak of the battle so we shall not have another word about it.
Is that clear?" his mother said as she twisted his ear.
     "Ouch! Yes Ma'am." the young towheaded boy said as he rubbed
his ear.
     "I do belive that it is near your bedtime children and I
shall be here for a month so go with Auntie Flow to your rooms
and retire for the night. We shall see you in the morning when we
break our fast." Johnny Cain said as he leaned on his crutch.
     "Good night father." the three young children said at once
as they were hurried away by their nigger nanny Flow. The large
woman was black as coal and as fat as two legged sow.
    "My husband it is good to see you again so soon. I had feared
that it would be a year or more before we were together again. I
am afraid that the moon is upon me dearest and will be for three
or four more days." she said feeling shame for her menstrual
cycle as if she should have had some control over her bodies
natural functions.
    "Not to fret my darling, if I have the need upon me I shall
call upon one of the niggers, however I feel that as I stand here
it would be poor love making at best. You go on to your boudoir
and I shall seek my rest in my chambers. It has been a tasking
journey and I lust after only the feathers of my mattress there
to seek the arms of Morpheus with his gift of dreams." he said as
he kissed his short wife on the top of her head.
    "As you wish sir. It would be a blessing for me this night
dear. May Morpheus bring you only pleasant dreams husband." she
said as she brushed his sallow cheek and felt the stubble of a
three day beard growth upon his skin.
    " I shall retire to my toilet and see you in the morning a
refreshed and shaven husband dear." he said as his wife left for
her chambers with her nigger maids.
    "Good to have ye home sir. Which nigger girl do you want for
the night?" McPherson asked as he lent his right arm to the
wounded warrior.
    "Oh, I do not care which one, just a young one but not a
virgin as I am not up for all the drama of taking some sweet
little thing's cherry this night. Morris fetch me a jug of corn
squeezing as I am not too fond of this damned laudanum." Johnny
said as he did not want to come down with 'Soldier Sickness'.
       Soldiers were administered laudanum, an opiate alcohol
syrup mixture, as a pain killer. This led to "Soldier Sickness"
due to the addictive powers of opium. Later to offset the
addiction to opium, morphine - a milder form of opium was
invented. To offset the addiction of morphine, heroin - a weaker
form of morphine - was invented and to offset heroin addiction,
methadone - a synthetic opiate - was used and is used today.
     "Yes sir I shall do that. I think that little Ayana will
fill your needs. I have been using her for a month now and she is
well tamed for bedding. She is still tight and moves her ass
lively. The little hellcat bit a piece of my ear off the first
time I used her. I had to beat her something awful so her back is
a bit scarred up but her little tits are just fine." he said with
a knowing laugh.
     "Well I shall lay back and make her ride my pole so she can
use some of that energy to please me. Toby come and shave me."
Cain ordered his man-servant as he leaned on the old nigger's
still strong arm.
    They walked up the grand staircase which led to the second
floor. They turned to the right towards Captain Cain's chambers.
If they had gone left they would have been going to his wife's
domain. The old man-servant had to his credit gotten the small
wood-burning stove lit and had a pot of water heating for his
master's toilet. All of the necessary items were laid out on a
marble dry-sink ready for their tasks.
   The officer had indulged himself with the purchase of a real
barber's chair. The cast iron chair had been made in London
England and shipped home on the 'Nightingale' when his brother
had made the triangle run from Cuba a few yeas back.   A classic
trip would be the trade of  molasses from the Caribbean to
Europe, where it was distilled into rum. The profits from the
sale of sugar were used to purchase manufactured goods, which
were then shipped to West Africa, where they were bartered for
slaves. The slaves were then brought back to the South to be sold
to sugar planters. The profits from the sale of the slaves were
then used to buy more sugar, which was shipped to Europe, etc.
The trip itself took five to twelve weeks.
     More to cum in this warrior's tale..... next the bedding of
the slaves and life on the plantation.

   This is a work of fiction. If you have sex with children you
will end up in prison.
Feedback, rants, raves, or general comments can be sent to this
link.   I already know that I am a sick mother fucker, hay keep
you mom off the street and it would not happen...
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