Three
Letters from a Teacher of the Freedmen, 1865-1866
By Sarah Jane Foster (1839-1868)
These
letters by Baptist teacher Sarah Jane Foster to “The Zion Advocate,” a Baptist
Missionary newspaper, are on microfilm at Colby College in Maine. Ms. Foster died of yellow fever while
teaching freedmen in South Carolina. For more information on Ms. Foster, see
“Sarah Jane Foster: Teacher of the Freedman, The Diary and Letters of a Maine
Woman in the South After the Civil War,” Picton Press: Rockport, ME., 2001,
Wayne E. Reilly editor. It is available at the Park Service Book Store at
Harper’s Ferry – ED.
“Martinsburg, West Va., Nov. 27th, 1865 (Dec. '31)
“Dear Advocate: - It is now nearly two weeks since I left home to
come here as Mission Teacher to the Freedmen. Quite unexpectedly to myself I
met with two other teachers on the boat who were going, like myself, to report
to Rev. N. C. Brackett at Harper's Ferry. There were also others, two going to
Savannah and one returning to Wilmington, N.C. . . .
“Monday night, as was planned, we started for Baltimore. It was
very dark and soon began to rain, but the lady's car was very comfortable and
we slept as well as the conductor and the vendors of eggs, sandwiches and
apples would permit. From three in the morning till past eight we had to wait
in the Baltimore and Ohio depot. It was still raining when we left for Harper's
Ferry, but even rain could not prevent us from enjoying the wild and romantic
scenery along the route. That enjoyment reached its culmination when we arrived
at Harper's Ferry.
“There
Mr. Brackett met and welcomed us, conducting us at once to his domicile, an old
Government building on Camp Hill. We were charmed with the view of Maryland and
Loudon Heights, and the junction of the rivers below, especially as it ceased
raining and the sun peeked out at us driving the mists, like stealthy creeping
ghosts, off over the mountaintops. True, it soon clouded up again, and has been
cold, raw and dull much of the time since, rather a cool welcome to the ‘Sunny
South.’
“It was decided to send Miss Wright and me here, retaining for the
present, Miss Dudley and Miss Gibbs at Harper's Ferry. The thought of being
removed 20 miles from our new-found friends made us feel almost homesick, but
we said not a word. Last Thursday we
came here accompanied by Lieut. Smith, agent of the Bureau of this
sub-district, and Mr. Brackett, our Superintendent. They found all things
favorable, and decided that we should begin our labors today, which we
accordingly have done.
“The colored people here have subscribed fifty dollars per month
for the support of the school, and a very smart and intelligent committee have
charge of the affairs of the one school room already open, and are to secure us
another, for we hope soon to have scholars enough to require more than
one. We hold one session of four hours
daily, and shall have one evening session three times a week. Of course it is
too early to give more than a mere outline as yet. The colored people, old and
young, seem much interested. There were but sixteen out to day, but we hear of
many more who want to come, and the evening school will doubtless be fuller
than the other. There has been no school here, yet most have some little notion
of reading. Several read very well, and one smart little girl already has begun
arithmetic. It is an interesting field of labor, but we shall constantly need
the prayers of home friends. All seem willing and anxious to buy their books,
and will do so as fast as they can. After Christmas many now at service will be
free to come. All things considered I am glad that I came and that I am here.
“This place is intensely Union. A rebel is worse off here than
farther North. I learned that the Mayor favors our educational work, I think
that very few oppose. We are boarding with a most excellent Union family named
Hoke. I give the name because their devoted loyalty throughout our great
struggle for right, is worthy of a more enduring record than I can give. I
never weary of hearing them tell of the varied scenes of the past four years.
It seems strange to realize that I am where war was so long a dread and actual
presence, and I am sure that those who were all the while faithful, merit
immortality, if earthly fame can bestow it.
“The town here has suffered much, as have all places in the
vicinity. I can but own that our army
practiced more vandalism than was necessary or excusable. Yet I hear no real
complaint. Northern loyalty is put to the blush by their conduct. Now the place
is terribly crowded. All classes seem flocking in. Rents are scarce and high.
No one seems able even to estimate the number of the population at present.
“Outside of this family we know, as yet, nothing of the people,
save the blacks. They all seem to know us as if by intuition and welcome us
very warmly, but always with due respect.
“Wednesday evening we were in a colored prayer-meeting at Harper's
Ferry. It was a solemn and interesting service. The prayer of one woman was
unequaled for its simple child-like confidence, appropriateness, and a certain
touching, poetic beauty that words would fail to reproduce. She would say:
“‘Dear Father didn't you promise?’ or ‘didn't you say, so and so?’
with the most perfect freedom of address, and each petition ended in a sort of
chanted rhythmical ‘Jesus if it be thy will.’ One petition I will try to quote.
It was this:
"’Dear Father we has good reasons to know that you's been
quartered here at Harper's Ferry, an, now we wants you to come agin, Jesus if
it be thy will, an, please don't ride, way off roun, but jist come right here
an take a gentle ride roun, amongst us, Jesus if it be thy will.’
“But words would fail to convey to another the impression that it
made upon my mind. At the close Mr. Brackett asked those who had a hope in the
Savior to rise. A number remained seated. Then he asked those who wished to
obtain such a hope to rise. Somehow I half expected that all the remainder
would rise like so many puppets; but they did not. One after another, three
arose, and I could not doubt that they were in earnest. I will not weary your
patience by writing more now. After a little more experience in our school I
will write a report of it. Till then I remain,
Yours in Christian Bonds,
Sarah Jane Foster”
“Harper’s
Ferry, April 20th, 1866 [May 9]
“Dear Advocate: —It is now two weeks since I opened school here.
Miss Gibbs retains the school that she has had from the first, except that a
few of the poorest scholars have been put in the other department. So she has a
fine school, while mine are yet in the earliest stages of reading, or else
unable to read at all. The colored people here are scattered, and many of them
in very destitute circumstances. They do not now come into school so well as
they did last term. The older ones are gone out at service, and smaller ones,
who have long distances to come, fear to do so without protection; for the
white boys will molest them when they find an opportunity. The boys of both
races seem rather pugilistic about here. They have had several battles for the
possession of this hill as a playground. The weapons were stones, and both
parties were in earnest. My scholars at Martinsburg, though not destitute of
spirit and courage, had the good sense to avoid collisions with the white boys,
who often played marbles before the door. Jefferson County is much more
aristocratic than Berkeley, and, as a consequence, the colored people seem much
more degraded as a class here than they are there. Here is a field for much
mission labor. In Berkeley County there are more of the blacks who are
competent to care for the interests of their race. But they are not dull here.
Several children, who two weeks ago did not
know the alphabet, are now reading in words of three letters. In
the short time that we have taught out here, many, who did not know a letter,
have learned to read in the Testament, and to spell well. The united testimony
from all our schools is, that color is no barrier to progress.
“I have four boys in my school who are so white that I should not
suspect their lineage elsewhere. One has straight, light hair, and all are fine
looking. Miss Gibbs has several little girls who are even whiter, or
“brighter,” as they call it here. One in particular, very appropriately named
Lillie, has flaxen hair and grey blue eyes. One white boy comes to my school.
His brother lives in the chambers here, and very wisely discards prejudice that
he may have the benefit of a free school.
“Last Sabbath our Sabbath school was reorganized here, some
colored teachers being appointed; as Mr. Brackett wishes to get them prepared
to continue the school after we go home in hot weather. Each of us takes a
class. I do not know personally a member of mine, but hope to get acquainted
soon. When we go North, the people here will lose one of the best of their
number; for Mr. Keyes will accompany us to perfect his education in Lewiston.
But we hope that they will not let the Sabbath school die out. I feel confident
that the one at Martinsburg will thrive under the management of those who will
have charge of it, and, though indications are less favorable here, there is
much interest in the maintenance of the school in this place. A number of
conversions have taken place since Mr. Brackett came here, and the converts
seem to be sincere and straightforward. We have good meetings each Wednesday
night, and also Sabbath afternoon and evening. A colored preacher addressed the
audience last Sabbath. He is a man of excellent abilities, though without much
education. He now preaches on a circuit comprising all the places where our
schools are located. As Mr. Given also takes the same circuit, they will have
preaching quite often.
“We daily expect the arrival of the Misses Stuart, transferred
from Eastern Virginia. They design to open a school at Front Royal. They have
been long in the field and are excellent teachers. Should our school not
increase here, one of us will be at liberty, and start a school at Smithfield,
five miles from Charlestown. It is Mr. Brackett’s design to open as many
schools as possible, for we expect a larger force in the autumn, and wish to
occupy as much of the Valley as we can. A better superintendent than Mr.
Brackett could not be obtained. Since talking with him, I feel much more
reconciled to my change of schools.
“Miss
Dudley has taken my former place. The school there too is much reduced from its
size last term, but will doubtless be hard enough for warm weather work. Miss
Wright returned to Shepherdstown, and Mrs. Smith and Miss Libby took the school
at Charlestown. If either of us change again, I shall be likely to go to
Smithfield. Mr. Brackett has asked me if I would be willing to do so. I think
that I would, but find this a very pleasant place. It is easy to take long
rambles here. The other day after school, Miss Gibbs and I started with a
basket to search for wild flowers. We visited a small Catholic burying ground
over toward Bolivar Heights, beautifully situated in a grove of pines and
cedars, and covered with myrtle in blossom. It was unenclosed. Nor was another
that we saw on the same ramble at all protected from the hogs and cattle that
roam at large. The soldiers’ burying ground, not far from here, has a slight
protection; but hogs have intruded upon it and have rooted out some of the head
boards already.
“We found a plenty of violets, a few anemones, and some flowers
very much like our garden pansy covered a whole hillside with their velvety
blue and purple blossoms. Some other unfamiliar flowers made up a choice
collection, to obtain, which, however, we strolled at least two miles from
home. On our return we skirted the cliffs that hang over the Shenandoah,
designing to ascend by some steps before reaching Camp Hill. But we unwillingly
passed a long distance by the place of ascent, and, coming around through the
Ferry, and mounting the steps in front of the hill, we could not have made much
less than five miles for an afternoon walk over rocks, hills, and rough roads.
I felt as well as ever though the next morning, and weigh now five or six
pounds more than I ever did at home. I have a passion for scrambling over rocks
and exploring wild places, which will insure an abundance of out door exercise
should I stay here. And in a new place the necessary missionary explorations
would have the same effect.
“A few days since I had a pleasing evidence that the religious
interest in my old school still goes on. A lady told one of my larger school
boys that she was going to write to me, and asked what message he would send.
Said he, with starting tears: ‘Tell Miss Jane that I’m still trying to find the
way to heaven.’ I hope I may meet him and many others for whom I have labored
and prayed, in that home above. I seem now to appreciate the feeling of
Rutherford when he said:
“’Oh, if one soul from Anworth Meet me at God’s right hand, My
heaven will be two heavens In Emmanuel’s land.’
“Oh it is sweet to labor with and for the Lord thus, and the
unavoidable interest in one’s work prevents all weariness and lassitude. There
is very much to be done. Years of bondage leave traces that only time can
efface. The colored people have a prejudice of color themselves. They do not
know how to be treated as equals. In most cases an attempt to treat them so
would result in the loss of their esteem, and do more harm than good. There are
exceptions, but I speak of the mass. While all are trying to prejudice them
against us, undue familiarity would tend to make them believe that we are, as
they have been told, low and unworthy of respect. With the children lies the
hope of the race, and there indeed then is hope. There is need of inspiring
them with loftier ideas of education. To be able to read and write seems now a
great deal to them. We hope, however, to induce a few, such as Mr. Keyes and
John Brown, to acquire a thorough knowledge of English literature, hoping thus
to elevate the standard among them. I am satisfied that there is no lack of
mental ability.
“I hear that several more packages of papers have been sent to
Martinsburg. I ordered that such parcels should not be remailed to me. Many
thanks to the donors. With all your giving, give us your prayers, and, God
helping us, we will do all that we can.
Yours,
Sarah J. Foster”