Horrible Harvest
The Untold Story of the Confederate, Augustus Tennyson
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Most soldiers at this point in the war was more bone than meat, and tall as I was, I was more bone than most. Once I settled into my opium smoking habit, eating what little I was give out didn’t mean all that much to me. I got skinnier by the day. Captain Doc become…
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The first I know’d of heaven on Earth was the first time I took a smoke of opium. Goddamn that freed my mind pert near the second my lungs was filled with that toasty, sweet smelling smoke. Misery finds you in every corner of a war, and laudanum, it gives you shadows of shelter from…
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It was the sound of an oar hitting the water that caught me unawares and turnt me off my story. A boat was approaching, making its way through a canal in the marsh. Seen a fella’s hats ‘fore I seen him. When the boat cleared the head-high sawgrass, two fellas made up the boats cargo.…
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One train car entire for three fellas would seem big enough for each to find peace and quiet on our northbound travels, but one fool wanted to preach the Bible every second of the way, and the other made me feel high-on uneasy about the war I’d fought and the things I’d done. The car…
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Trigger Warning: This passage is based on the horrifying fact that black women were used as guinea pigs for centuries in this country by physicians and midwives in medical experiments in order to provide treatment for white women of means. I wasn’t going to include it, but given what sorts of terrible things that happened…
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The second beer was set in front of me, and Tate sipped from his whisky. He smelled of high-dollar cigars and vanilla perfume. The suit he was wearing cost more than the saloon we was gathered in. “Is it really you?” he asked. “More or less,” I said. “Reconstruction done you well.” “Yeah. I was…
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The mumbly-mouthed objections and spit-soaked slurs come out of every cracker in the drinkery. They was outraged all to hell that Tate had turnt up in their shithole town and in their backwoods bar where I was filling my belly with libations. We was both far from Charleston, yet here we were, where neither of…
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Douglas, he’d taken a hard turn to the Lord. Gladys had done yeoman’s work to coax the sour and fire out of him. I hated the holy hell out the fella he used to be, but I tell you true, hanging out with a man turnt extra Christian is ‘bout as relaxing as sitting with…
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When you set at the edge of a river, the world hums. Like a mother hums to her baby, cradled in her arms. It’s a small, soft sound that wraps you up and gives you a well of peace that soaks the sting of time away. It’s the one thing I loved from my years…
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Tate dropped the riding crop and fell to his knees. Mr. Stockton picked it up and turnt to the paddies. “Work, goddamn it. You mud rats aren’t bred to stand around with your thumbs up your asses. Get to it.” They returned quick to their work. “You got punishment coming your way, Tate. You know…
Horrible Harvest 