When Johnny was a Soldier: Part 2 Home leave:
WARNING: Extreme pedo, rape, M,g M,b anal, torture, racism,
death. If violent sex with children offends you then do not read
this story. If the word nigger offends you go away now. This is
the follow up to When Johnny was a Soldier: The first battle of
Bull Run

McPherson walked down the sweeping oak staircase and went out a
rear door of the Cain plantation house. He went down the crushed
limestone pathway leading to the slave quarters. The lawn was
green and well tended. He made sure that the house niggers kept
it that way. Tall Magnolia trees lined the path and their massive
branches intertwined to form an arch over his head.  The 42 year
old man carried a bullwhip made from the cock of an African
Rhino. The raw cock was cut from the large beast, then soaked in
saltwater and lime to soften the organ. Then it was stretched by
attaching the base of the cock to a poll while the cock head was
hooked to a winding drum that was turned slowly over three days
to a length of ten feet. The rough surface of the cock skin
became supple and would wrap around a body and rip flesh off with
each painful strike.  McPherson had beat several niggers to death
with the horrid instrument.
There was a yellow glow coming from the rawhide windows of old
Bess's cabin. The log building was about 12x12 having two windows
and a single plank door in front. A fieldstone chimney was on the
western end of the slave hut and thin wood smoke curled out of it
in late evening air. He could hear muted voices coming from the
cabin as he approached.
"....gon'a do it! No old Bess, I's not gon'a let dem white devils
put their meat into me again! It hurt me some'thum  awful." he
heard the slave girl Ayana harshly whisper.
"Yo stop talk'n dat way child. It be yo lot in life to be a
slave. It ain't right but dat be da way of it. Masser Morris hear
yo talk dat way and he will skin yo alive child. Yo  just listen
to old Bess she know yes sir she do knows fo sure." the stout
black slave said as she rubbed lard in the skin of the unwilling
sex-slave.
McPherson shook his head and yanked the plank door open nearly
knocking it off its leather hinges. He grabbed the naked young
nigger by her long kinky hair and then planted a strong kick to
her slim ass.
"Oh God! No sir...." the startled slave screamed as she was drug
out behind the cabin.
"Please Masser Morris da child did'nt mean nothing by it. She
just be high spirited she young an don't know no better sir. I
ken gets her to be sweet and a good fuck yes boss Old Bess sure
can. Yo just leave it to me." the old woman begged.
"Bess! Shut up! Tie this nigger to the bench and put her feet in
the wooden stocks and bring me my canes." he yelled as he tossed
the child onto the sharp crushed limestone.
Her young son stood in the doorway crying as he watched the
violent confrontation develop. His mother old Bess saw her son
and quickly pushed him back in the cabin saying, "Toby. yo get yo
ass back in de bed. Dis don't have noth'n to do wit yo." The
slave child covered his ears and ran and got into bed covering
himself with his worn wool blanket.
Bess turned to the door and saw that Ayana  lay crying on the
ground next to the whipping bench. The bench was carved  from a
single log and was about 8 feet long.  At the head of the bench a
winding drum with two strong hemp ropes sat in an iron ratcheting
device. The thick ropes had iron cuffs attached which were used
to restrain and stretch out the hapless victim. Their feet were
locked in a heavy wooden stock that was hinged in the center with
two small holes where the legs of the slave were secured. The
dark oak wood was stained with the blood of it's past victims.
Bess held back her rage and tears as she lifted the child from
the ground and lay her down on the cruel device. She unscrewed
the wrist cuffs and put the slave girl's hands in them, then she
pulled her long slim legs down to the stocks and closed the heavy
oak over her trembling flesh.  The child was crying and begging
the overseer not to beat her. She said that she would be a good
little nigger and suck and fuck whoever he wanted.
 "Oh you will child, you surely will. You may not have much skin
on your back but by God you will never talk like that again.  I
will not have an uppity nigger on my plantation. I hear you back
talk like that again and I may just cut your fucking tongue out
of your filthy nigger mouth.
Bess get your fat ass in gear and fetch those canes now!" he
yelled as he took off his white linen shirt for he did not want
to get the nigger's blood on it.
The old slave woman came huffing back to the bench carrying a
leather bundle of whipping canes.  She saw that the overseer was
using a heavy oak handle to tighten the ratchet. With each click
of the gears the small girl's body was pulled out until she
screamed  in agony. Her joints and tendons were stretched nearly
to the point of dislocating and ripping. Blood ran from her
ankles and wrist where the oak and iron bit into her soft flesh.
The child screamed out and called for her long dead mother to
come and save her. She pissed as the pain in her limbs slammed
through her immature frame. Her mind screamed out for this horror
to end but she knew that the monster was just getting started on
her. She had seen the beast use a nigger's body for half the
night before the slave died a mangled unrecognizable slab of dead
meat.
"Bess you pick out the cane to use, five strikes with a heavy one
or ten with a light one, then a bucket of piss to be tossed on
her open wounds."he laughed as he limbered his massive arms
readying himself to deliver the beating.
The old nigger's mind raced as she tried to decide which awful
cane for the monster to use on the child. Five heavy strokes
could break ribs, but ten lashes with the thin light whips would
cut skin from the child's back and leave heavy thick scars like
the ones she bore upon her wide back.
"I's reckon sir it be dis light one.  I begs yo sir spare the
rod. She done learnt her lesson yes sir she shur  nouf did sir."
the old slave begged knowing that her words would have little
impact on the villainous man's heart.
"Hell Bess you know what the good book says..'spare the rod and
spoil the nigger." he laughed as he took the long thin cane made
of Weeping Willow.
The light weight rod whistled through the night air as he swung
it down on the screaming child's back. There came a snapping
sound as the wood bit into the raw black flesh. He gave her five
strokes on the left side and then moved over to the right side to
leave a uniform pattern of abuse on her quivering back. Long
bloody welts rose from her abused skin and blood ran down her
ebony sides. The child's screams had become harsh low whispers as
her vocal cords were strained and raw from over use.
"Now go fetch your night pot and pour it over her stinking
backside." McPherson chuckled as he bent to thrust the end of the
cane up the child's tiny rosebud anus. The cane moved back and
forth as the child sobbed and her body jerked in agony.
"Yes sir boss, I be getten it double quick sir." the old slave
said as she rushed into her cabin and swiftly  dumped out most of
the stale urine and filled it up with well water from a old
battered oaken bucket. She was risking a beating herself but she
could not bare to see the child further abused.
"Here dis will learn yo stupid nigger!" she yelled as she quickly
tossed the watered down piss on the child's back. The acid and
ammonia remaining in the pot still stung the child and she
screamed out anew.
"Leave the cunt in the stocks for the night, by day break she
should have a new right attitude. You will have to git another
young girl ready for the master and hurry as he is waiting on
some good nigger pussy.  It had better one that likes white man's
cock and knows her place." the overseer ordered as he took a
handful of salt from his punishment kit and rubbed it into the
raw wounds of the little girl. The nigger screamed anew as the
salt ate into her raw grisly wounds.
"Yes sir boss, I be gett'n littl' Kayra she done had her cherry
busted back awhile ago. She a sweet little thing but don't say
much at all. She kind o' dumb even fo a nigger boss. I think it
cause she be an inbreed. Her nigger daddy don get his older child
knocked up when she first gets her period. Kayar she got a nice
tight pussy and she know how to suck cock good enough I's reckon.
I be fetch'n her directly to da masser fo sure. Long as he ain't
want'n no conversation she be doing just fine." Bess said as she
made ready to go and fetch the nigger child.
"The last thing Master Johnny wants to do is talk to a fucking
nigger slave. Just get the little slut in his bed in the next
five minutes or you will take this dumb fucking nigger's place in
the rack. Did you get Cotton and  Patsy down to the niggers  that
brought master home? He wanted them to plant  nigger babies in
them."
"Yes boss fo sure. Dem old boys be fucking them two right off. I
seen their big black cocks sliding in and out of dem chillen.
Just like yo told me boss. Old Bess she a good nigger." the old
woman said as she ground her teeth to keep from telling the
asshole what she really wanted to. She figured that if things got
much worse she would kill the two men and grab as many of the
young salves she could had hit out on the Underground Railroad.
The slaves would do as the song told them "follow the drinking
gourd" meaning to follow the North Star in the handle of the Big
Dipper in the night sky.
"They had better be. Once you have fetched Kayar for the master
go and get little Toby and bring him to my house. Make sure you
grease his ass good." Morris said as he had enough of females and
wanted to sink his large cock in the young nigger's tight ass.
"Oh, masser Morris dat boy he got's a fever, let me fetch yo some
other little boy." the old slave lied for she did not want the
pervert fucking her only child still on the plantation. She knew
that she would not have anymore babies for her moon blood had
stopped flowing years ago.
"No, a hot little ass will feel good on my cock, so go get your
son and let me fuck him hard you dumb slut." he said knowing that
the nigger hated it when he use her son.
"Please sir...." the old woman began when the white man brought
the end of his Rhino whip crashing down on her head. The slave
fell to the ground and held her bloodied head.
"Enough of your fucking back talk. I told you to go get your
fucking sex toy boy and I meant it." he screamed as he stepped
back and let the long deadly whip snake out by his side.  He drew
back his muscled arm and the whip lashed out striking the fallen
nigger across her ample back. The hide whip cut through the rough
homespun cotton dress the slave wore.
Old Bess screamed and struggled to get to her feet. She cried,
"Yes sir, I be sorry. I is a dumb nigger boss. I just forgot with
him being sick and all. I be getting him double quick yes sir. Yo
do not need to hits me no mo. I be sure en'uff sorry boss man."
"Get to it then or you will take 50 lashes you dumb nigger slut!"
he ragged as his cock was rock hard. Beating niggers gave him a
ragging erection. He went over to the nigger child bound to the
caning bench and pulled his cane out of her rectum. The large man
dropped his pants and straddled the child. He pulled her ass open
and rammed his cock in the child's abused body. He felt her bowel
rip as he plunged deeper into her body. Her piteous cries only
filled him with lust as he rapped her ass. The vicious man  rode
the child hard and put all of his weight on her tiny body.
The pain in her bottom overwhelmed the child's nervous system and
she fell blissfully into unconsciousness. Whether or not Morris
knew the child was passed out he kept on fucking her ass until he
yelled and filled her asshole with his cum. He pulled his bloody
cock out of the ruined anus and wiped his shity, bloody cock on
her kinky black hair. The slave driver put his pants on and went
to his small dwelling behind the main manor house.
The fat old slave Bess went to the small shacks behind the older
log slave cabins and got the young slave child Kayra. The dull
witted child was sitting on a three legged stool rocking back and
forth holding an ear of dried out corn.
"Come on wif me child yo is going to da masser's big house. He
going to take yo to bed wif him. Now yo got's to be a good little
nigger and does all what he say. If'n yo do I be getten yo a big
stick of sugar candy all just fo yo." the old woman said as she
took the light skinned half-breed's hand.
"I be want'n two sticks if'n he going to make me ride his pony
like daddy do." she said as she clutched the ear of corn to her
dirty gunnysack dress.
"Fine I's be getten yo two, but yo got's to leave dat corn cob
here child."
"No! It my baby. Amos he done put it in me and den pulled it out
sayin' here yo baby. So I done birthed it and she be mine!" the
child cried.
"OK, den I's be taken care of her fo yo while yo is getting yo
candy. Lord I's got to wash yo for yo stink something awful." she
said as she took the ear of corn and put it on the rope bed. She
took the 10 year old down to the creek that ran through the
plantation and then removed the  slave's filthy rag of a dress.
The old nigger pulled a bar of lye soap from her dress pocket and
scrubbed her thin body in the warm water of the shallow creek.
"Here yo eat this fresh peppermint cause yo breath stink too.
Though I's doubt dat masser going to be kissing yo. I got's a
fine cotton dress yo can ware fo da masser in my cabin. We stop
and get it on the way to da big house." Bess said as she hurried
the dull witted child along.
 She dried her off and used some sweet oil on her body so her
skin would be soft for the master. The slave child did have fine
lines and her thin body was still suppl. Her vulva had not yet
descended so her pussy was a mound of fat split with a pink gash.
The child's anus was a darker brown ring that puckered a bit. Her
black hair was not as kinky as a full-blooded nigger's was. The
hair was cut short and she looked like a young boy. Her tiny
breast were just puffy bumps on her flat chest. Her back had a
few light scars from the lash of a whip for some slight
transgression of plantation rules.  Her eyes though were dull
pools of mud as they were as dim as she was.
Bess put the white dress over the child's head and hurried her up
the back stairs to the master's chamber. She opened the door and
went into the large bedchamber.
"Masser Cain it be good to see yo sir. I hears yo done got shot
by some damned Yankee. I hopes yo kilt him dead sir. This here be
Kayra. She don't talk much but she got's a good tight pussy and
she ken suck cock good. Kayra take dat dress off and show masser
how nice yo look." Bess said wishing that the fucking Union
solder's aim had been better and blown the bastard's head clean
off.
"Thank you Bess, and yes the man that shot me was killed in the
battle. She will do just fine put her up here on the bed with me
and go." Johnny said as he pulled back the quilt on his bed. He
lay nude. His wound was freshly dressed by Toby.
"You can start by sucking my cock. Lay with your head towards my
legs as I want to eat that nice little cunt you got there girl."
he said as the child moved to do as the white man said. She kept
saying to herself. 'I's getten two sticks o sugar candy'.
She was glad that is cock was not a big as the niggers that used
her most every day now. The dull child felt a wet tongue sliding
over her yoni.  His licking made her pussy wet and get that nice
feeling deep in her small body. She began to moan as she took
more of the shaft in her small mouth. The nigger child knew a
trick old Toby had showed to make a man cum quickly so they would
leave you alone. She cupped his balls with her slim hands and
then she slid her left hand down under his now bucking ass. She
worked her slender middle finger inside of his asshole and
wiggled it around.
The shock of the probing finger and the unexpected pleasure it
brought the Capitan caused him to suddenly ejaculate forcefully
deep down the sucking nigger's mouth.  The child sucked him dry
as she had been taught to do as the master cried out.
"Jesus, Joseph, and Mary! That was the best blowjob I have ever
had!" Johnny said as he lay back in the bed and let his cock grow
small in the still sucking child's mouth.
"Do I's gets my two sugar candy sticks now masser?" the dull
child said as she pulled off of the now shriveled cock.
"Shit, I will get you a whole fucking bag of them. Come here and
lay next to me." he said as the after glow of his powerful
explosion left him feeling drained and sleepy. The child climbed
into his arms as he worked his hand between her legs and played
with her sex. The slave clamped her legs around his masturbating
hand and enjoyed the contact. Johnny pulled the quilt over them
and he quickly drifted off to slumber with his fingers deep in
the little girl's vagina.
"Shit, I bet I will not get any candy now." the child thought as
she fell asleep in her master's arms.
Bess waddled down the back stairs and ran off to fetch her son
for McPherson. Tears of rage leaked down her corpulent cheeks.
Her old heart was breaking at the thought of that vicious evil
man using her son like a whore. Yet her fear of the masters kept
her in check. She openly wept as she got her son off of his
sleeping pallet at the foot of her bed.
"Come on boy, yo got's to go be wif Boss Morris tonight." the
slave said as she wiped the salty tears from her eyes.
"Toby don't wan'a go to him. He always hurt my butt so bad. Mammy
why I got's to go wif him? He ain't no nice man fo sure." the
young boy cried holding on to his mother's huge leg.
"Son, der ain't no reason. It just be da way it be. Yo got's to
do da best yo can and not make dat devil mad. He done beat po
Ayana near to death. I don't reckon she be alive come morning.
Der going to be hell to pay fo sure. Come on now boy, I got's to
lub yo butt good so it don't hurt so bad, den we got's to go."
the nigger slave said with a sigh as she took a handful of lard
and rubbed it into her small son's ass.
They walked down the path to the overseer's cottage. the wooden
building was a single story high and constructed  in a square
with a covered porch running along all four sides. There was an
open courtyard in the center of the house. Three small fruit
trees grew there. McPherson was sitting in a rocking chair
smoking a long clay pipe. Three of his beloved bloodhounds lay at
his feet. The tracking dogs had never failed to find a runaway
slave in the six years he had them on the plantation. An old
slave worked the ropes to a large paddle fan that swung back and
forth moving the warm night air. Duke the oldest of the three
dogs lifted his large head and gave a low growl alerting the
other two dogs that someone was approaching the pack.
"Easy there Duke, it's just old Bess bringing her nigglet for
some fun. I might let you have some of that nice ass if you are a
good dog!" he laughed seeing in his mind the large brown and
black dog mounting the nigger boy.
"Here he be boss. I done got Kayra up to da masser's bed. He
seemed happy enough bout her. When I's left dem she be sucking on
his meat." the old slave said looking down at the big dogs. She
hated the dogs and was afraid of them. She had seen many a
runaway brought back in chains or slung over a horse dead ready
for the white man's potters field.
"Good. You can go. Little Toby come here boy and work this man
meat with your little mouth." McPherson said as the slave knelt
down between his legs and started to suck the long cock. The
overseer lay his head back and enjoyed the child's skilled mouth.
 He did not see the hate that boiled up on the old slave woman's
face. Thomas the aged thin nigger working the rope fan raised his
hand and waved it warning the old woman.
Bess saw Thomas waving his arm and she knew that if she stayed
there a moment longer she would do something that would get
someone killed, probably her and her son, so she spun and ran
down the path holding in her rage and tears until she got back to
her lonely cabin. She saw the red blood pooling under the sill
form of Ayana's body. The old slave bent and touched the dying
child.
"Shit honey der ain't noth'n Old Bess ken do fo yo. Yo just go
quiet like and yo be wif sweet Jesus a'for long child." the
stricken child did not respond to her words nor to her touch as
she slipped nearer to death.
Morris lifted the young black slave and fondled his pubescent
cock and balls. The ten year old sported a nice long cock that
was now erect despite his loathing for the white man. The
overseer took the nigger to his bed and bent him over the
mattress.  He dropped his pants and lined his thick cock up with
the velvety anus. The child's ass hole was a ring of puckered
skin slightly darker than the rest of his skin. The nigger's
rectum sheened as the light of the oil lamp shined off of the
lard his mother had smeared over his butt.
McPherson grabbed the child's hips and drove his penis into the
boy's body. The wide head of his cock stretched the anus and it
popped in.  The nigger cried out as the large cock filled his
ass. The muscles of the child's rectum contracted around the
invading cock. McPherson moaned as he pulled his cock out of the
child and then rammed it back in.  He raped the Nubian's body
with long violent thrusts. The slaver felt the pressure building
in his prostrate and knew that he was about to dump his load deep
in the young child's ass.
The demented man pulled his now shit smeared cock out of the
nigger and flipped him over and pushing him to his knees in front
of him. He grabbed the child and forced the length of the erect
organ down the nigger's throat. McPherson held on to the bobbing
head and heedlessly dumped his cum into the choking slave.
Toby choked on the vile slimy cock as it was forced deep into his
young throat. He could taste his own blood and shit as it was
rubbed into his tongue. He gagged on the meat and felt his guts
boil as vomit rose in esophagus. The cock was cutting off his
airway and the child in panic tried to pull off of  the invading
dick. However McPherson had a vice like grip on the nigger's
head. He held the now limp boy on his cock as he shot another
rope of sticky cum down into the child.
When he let go of the boy he fell limp to the floor unmoving.
Morris grunted and then kicked the fallen slave saying. "Get up
boy! You got some more cum to clean out of my pipes!"
The child lay still and did not move. When McPherson kicked him
again the boy's head flopped over and vomit ran out of his mouth.
"Oh fucking great now look at the mess you made. Can't you take a
little man milk?" he said as he reached down and shook the
unresponsive child.
"Fuck! God Damned frail niggers! Looks like I have gone and
killed it. Shit! Thomas get your black ass in here and clean this
mess up." he yelled as he pulled his pants up and sat on the bed.
"Oh Dear lord! Toby he ain't moving sir." the old slave said as
he tried to revive the now dead boy.
"No fucking shit, I figured that part for myself. Clean him up
and hull his ass down to his mammy and tell her that her boy done
choked on a piece of meat, which is what happened." he laughed at
his crude joke.
"Yes master, I tell her straight how da po boy done died. Just
like yo say he done choke on some white meat." the slave said
hiding the rage he felt in his heart, but then he had over 50
years of hiding his true feelings from the white man.
"Fetch me a jug of corn before you hull this shit out of here. I
need a good stiff drink." the killer said as he pulled his boots
off and lay on his bed.
"Yes masser, I get you a jug o' da good stuff for I reckon yo
needs a good long drink to wash away what just happened here."
the old slave said wondering how a man could do such things and
be so heartless, then again he was a white man.
Thomas got the stone-wear jug down from a cabinet in the small
kitchen and pulled the corn cob stopper out and spit into it. He
shook the ligure up and then took it to the overseer's
bedchamber. He gave the white lighting to him and then got some
rags to clean up the mess the dying child had made. Thomas
carried the boy out of the house and took him to the creek to
wash his body.
On the way he saw the blood pooled under the slave Ayana's body
and the black blow flies buzzing around her backside. He quickly
checked her for sings of life. Finding none he shook his head and
rushed to the creek. The old slave washed his son and wept tears
of rage. He carried him to his mother's cabin and found the woman
he had jumped the broom with sobbing in her bed. Jumping the
broom was a ceremony created by White Christian slave owners to
join their slaves in marriage. Since the slave owners did not
consider niggers as truly human they could not be Christian so
therfore could not take part in the Christian sacrament of
marriage.  Jumping the broom gave them some kind of commitment to
act as man and wife.
"Old woman, I got's bad news. Dat old fucker McPherson done kilt
our boy and Ayana be dead to. I cain't takes no more! Yo go down
to the hut then niggers what brought back Master Cain and tell
them to clear out now! Day ain't gon'a want to be here when we
rise up." the old slave raged as he held his wife in his arms.
"Oh Lord say it ain't so! He can't be dead not my little Toby."
she cried.
"Look here old Bess, it be true I done got him cleaned up and
laying just outside. We will burry him proper but first we got's
to rise up and kill every white demon on the plantation. I am
going to get five of the field hands I know I can trust and we
will kill that fucker McPherson first, then we will kill the
Master and all of his kin. We can't leave a soul alive! Then we
run north on the Underground Railroad all the way to freedom." he
said dropping the nigger speech that the slaves put on for the
whites not only because it was expected that they talk like dumb
niggers but they did not want to show any sign of intelligence
for a slaver owner did not want a smart nigger.
 There were law against teaching a slave to read or write in the
south. Thomas had been taught to read and write by a Quaker
abolitionist shopkeeper that the slave often visited to buy
supplies for the plantation. Both of the men were risking death
by doing so. He hid his literacy from his master and everyone
else but his wife Bess. He had stolen ink, paper, and quill pens
with which he forged many papers that might be useful for the
slaves to make their way north.
"Sure your right. I could kill that monster with my own two
hands! I will go and tell them visiting slaves that they had
better get out now. You say we have to kill them all? Even the
children?" Bess asked not sure that she wanted the three white
children she had helped rase slain.
"There ain't no other way. We can not let anyone rase the alarm.
We kill them in their sleep and take what gold and cash we can
find and light the fuck out of here. We are going to have to
split up for large groups of slaves traveling with out a white
overseer would be stopped for sure.
Any of them house niggers that do want to flee north we have to
kill. It be hard but that is the way of an uprising. It is all or
nothing and I have put up with too much heartbreak to stand
another moment here." he said  looking his old wife in her eyes.
"They done went and killed my last child so it is no sweat off of
me if all of them rot in hell."she said steeling herself to do
what was needed.
Thomas went to the back row of the ramshackled  huts and quietly
gathered five young strong men. He told them that it was time and
what had happened there were  a few moments of discussion as to
if this was the right time but in the end Thomas's fierce will
won out. The men dug up machetes they had stoled over the last
few months. The six men moved quietly through the night and
entered McPherson's house.
They found him passed out in his bed. The empty jug of corn
whiskey by his side. They simply hacked him into small bloody
chunks. The slaves ransacked his house taking what gold and cash
they found and three pistols. The long guns they smashed the
stocks as they could not be seen carrying weapons while they ran
north.
The men split into two groups when they got to the main house.
Thomas lead his men into Cain's bedroom. The man was sleeping
holding the slave girl in his arms. The rebelling slaves took his
pistol from the nightstand where it lay.
Thomas put his hand over the child's mouth and eased her out of
the bed. The child woke with a start but said nothing as she was
led out of the room. There cam the sound of heavy blows and a
short cry as Capitan Cain was slain. The men then went down the
hall into the twin boy's room. There in the moonlight they hacked
the children to death.
There came a scream from Sirra's room as she had awoken to find
three armed slaves approaching her bed. "Johnny come quick! The
niggers are..." she called out before she was slaughtered. They
left her bloody body on the floor and quickly went to find Cindy
Cain the ten year old daughter.  She was just putting on a robe
when the men burst in her room. She screamed and tried to run but
they caught her and one of them cut her throat. She fell to the
floor jerking and then lay still.
The men then killed the two other white men that worked and lived
on the farm, a blacksmith and McPherson`s son and assistant
overseer. They dumped their bodies down the well to hide them.
Then they went to all of the cabins and gathered slaves at the
rear of the mansion.
"Bess we ain't got time to bury Toby. We have to go now. Just
leave him here in your cabin and shut the door. Some one will see
to his grave." Thomas said as the revolting slaves gathered under
the Magnolia trees.
"I have made some papers that may help you get up north. They are
bills of sales stating that you are going to a new owner in
Tennessee. You each know where you are going. Travel at night and
stay off roads as much as you are able. You must get to  your
Underground Railroad stops as early as you can. It will not be
too long before someone finds out what we did here." he said as
the 103 former slaves broke into small groups and left the
plantation. Some of them went by wagon while a few road on horses
they took from the plantation.  Most of them set out on foot.
It was nearly noon before a wagon coming to deliver a new cast
iron pump for the well found the empty plantation and the
murdered bodies of the Cain's and their three white workers. A
call was sent out to a Provost Martial Office of the Confederate
Army of Virginia just outside of Fredericksburg to inform them of
the massacre and slave revolt.
The Major sent out units of his calvary to hunt down and kill the
runaway slaves. Telegrams  were sent out to all of the county
sheriffs in the sate alerting them of the revolt. Most of the
slaves made it to the north and freedom, however 26 were caught.
Seven male niggers were shot and killed as they ran from the
perusing solders. Of the 19 others that were apprehended the six
who were adult males were put on trial for murder, found guilty,
and  hung within two days. The 13 remaining women and children
were given to Cain's next of kin and returned to slavery.
Twenty four of the Negro men that made it to the safety of the
north enlisted in the Union Army and returned to the South to
help win the war. Most of them were kill in the siege of
Petersburg Virginia. They had enlisted in  Brig. Gen. Edward
Ferrero's division the 51st New York (the "Shepard Rifles"). They
were killed in the battle of the crater where  black soldiers
where shot dead by the Rebel forces when they tried to surrender
when the entire attack became a quagmire of tangled units and
poor leadership from the overall commander Gen. Burnside who was
relieved of his command.


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