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. This is a work of fiction based on historical facts of the Civil War. 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