Hillsborough (NC) Recorder
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A YANKEE EDITOR COMDEMNS THE OUTRAGES COMMITTED
BY
In
the editorial correspondence of the N. Y. Times, written from Fortress Monroe,
Va., on the 4th of July, by Hon. Henry J. Raymond, its editor,
speaking of the
“It is a very pretty country town, with a fine hotel looking out upon the river, a good military school, three or four churches, etc. I procured a boat and crossed over to the “deserted village.” Of the 2,000 or 2,500 inhabitants of this town, not twenty-five remained. The rest took all the valuables they could carry away, packed the rest in boxes, locked the doors, and fled. It was the most melancholy picture I had ever seen. Our soldiers had come over, broken open the houses, rifled the boxes, carried off tables, chairs, sofas and whatever else they could make useful, and wantonly destroyed what they could not take away. Passing through the deserted streets, I saw through an open door a woman sweeping a little shop. She said she had left town with the rest, but thought she would come back to look after the few things she had left. They had all disappeared. The house had been broken open and everything in it carried away. This is the general story throughout the town. I heard of three or four of our men who went into a house where there were only an old man and his wife, and when the latter refused to tell them where they left their money, they broke open the bureau and took $26 which they found there. In another instance a gang of men went into a house occupied by a lady, a relative of Commodore Barron, who had packed up the family pictures and other relics and put them away. They broke open the boxes, threw the contents out into the street, and completely stripped the house. At another house, after taking away what they wanted, they emptied jars of sweetmeats which they poured into the river. At the house of Mrs. Cary, they smashed to pieces all the glassware they could find, much of which was very valuable. Passing through the village I came to the old church, said to be the oldest now standing in this country. It stands a little back from the road, and is surrounded by the graveyard; just in the rear of it, and close to the walls, was the freshly-made grave of a child, with a slight wooden frame around it to protect it from desecration. Some of our troops had placed an iron rod across the frame, upon which they had hung a kettle over a fire, built upon the grave.
I
could give scores and hundreds of instances of similar outrages. Is it surprising that the people here look
upon us as vandals and barbarians? By
any possible process could we contrive to make them more bitterly and
relentlessly hostile toward the
[Transcribed by Sharon Strout]