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Overview

Published some thirty years ago, Robert Manson Myers’s Children of Pride: The True Story of Georgia and the Civil War won the National Book Award in history and went on to become a classic reference on America’s slaveholding South. That book presented the letters of the prominent Presbyterian minister and plantation patriarch Charles Colcock Jones (1804–1863), whose family owned more than one hundred slaves. While extensive, these letters can provide only one part of the story of the Jones family plantations in coastal Georgia. In this remarkable new book, the religious historian Erskine Clarke completes the story, offering a narrative history of four generations of the plantations’ inhabitants, white and black.
Encompassing the years 1805 to 1869, Dwelling Place: A Plantation Epic describes the simultaneous but vastly different experiences of slave and slave owner. This “upstairsdownstairs” history reveals in detail how the benevolent impulses of Jones and his family became ideological supports for deep oppression, and how the slave Lizzy Jones and members of her family struggled against that oppression. Through letters, plantation and church records, court documents, slave narratives, archaeological findings, and the memory of the African-American community, Clarke brings to light the long-suppressed history of the slaves of the Jones plantations—a history inseparably bound to that of their white owners.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"Erskine Clarke's narrative of more than three generations of interlocking
and enslaving familes in Liberty County, Georgia, is epic in its scope and
mastery. With extensively detailed research and evocatively restrained
writing, "A Dwelling Place" is one of the best books ever on what it meant
in day-to-day terms to be slaves and slave masters in the antebellum
South."—Mark Noll, Wheaton College, author of "America's God, from
Jonathan Edwards to Abraham Lincoln"
Dan T. Carter
“This is a work of grand sweep and great power. In a form that reads like a novel, Erskine Clarke tells the stories of four generations of wealthy white planters and their slaves and the extraordinarily complex ways in which these two communities interacted. It is a multigenerational tale of black and white, told in a grand narrative style.”—Dan T. Carter, University of South Carolina
John Boles
“In this masterful composite biography, Erskine Clarke—an uncommonly gifted historian—portrays a broad swath of southern history. It is a work of both consummate scholarship and great literary flair. It is long, but one doesn’t want it to end. I absolutely loved reading this book.”—John Boles, Rice University
Mark Noll
"Erskine Clarke's narrative of more than three generations of interlocking and enslaving familes in Liberty County, Georgia, is epic in its scope and mastery. With extensively detailed research and evocatively restrained writing, Dwelling Place is one of the best books ever on what it meant in day-to-day terms to be slaves and slave masters in the antebellum South."—Mark Noll, University of Notre Dame, author of America's God, from Jonathan Edwards to Abraham Lincoln
Christianity Today
“A deeply informative and moving book"
Choice
"Clarke's magisterial, multiperspective study of the antebellum South describes two family groups . . . and those of their slaves. . . . [Clarke] achieves . . . a 'total' history of interconnected people divided by race, legal status, and gender."—Choice
Choice
"Clarke's magisterial, multiperspective study of the antebellum South describes two family groups . . . and those of their slaves. . . . [Clarke] achieves . . . a 'total' history of interconnected people divided by race, legal status, and gender."—Choice
Library Journal
Epic in the depth and sweep of its scholarship and the force and beauty of its writing, this book returns us to low-country Georgia and the "family" (black and white) of Charles Colcock Jones (1804-63), Presbyterian minister and major slaveholder. Jones was famous in his day for trying to bring Christianity to slaves and famous in ours for the Jones family letters, edited by Robert Manson Myers as Children of Pride: The True Story of Georgia and the Civil War, which won the National Book Award. Here, Clarke (American religious history, Columbia Theological Seminary, Decatur, GA; Our Southern Zion) builds on those letters by drawing on every imaginable source relating not just to the Jones family and its slaves but also to the region's religion, politics, agriculture, and more to unravel a history of black and white lives bound and yet divided by circumstance, interest, and faith. The book grips the reader much as did Gone with the Wind, except in this real-life telling, the slaves' perspectives get full and honest play. So, too, do the tragic ironies of religious masters oppressing slaves and of slaves seizing on their masters' professions of piety to resist oppression. No one else has so deeply probed the everyday worlds that masters and slaves made together. A work of astonishing power; highly recommended.-Randall M. Miller, Saint Joseph's Univ., Philadelphia Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780300108675
  • Publisher: Yale University Press
  • Publication date: 9/27/2005
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 624
  • Sales rank: 1,275,347
  • Product dimensions: 6.25 (w) x 9.25 (h) x 1.42 (d)

Meet the Author

Erskine Clarke is professor of American religious history, Columbia Theological Seminary.

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Dwelling Place

A Plantation Epic
By Erskine Clarke

Yale University Press

Copyright © 2005 Yale University
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-300-10867-2


Chapter One

Liberty Hall

Early on a March morning in 1805, as the first hints of dawn touched the Sea Islands and the marshlands south of Savannah, Old Jupiter rose, went out of his cabin, and with a blast from his conch-shell horn announced a new day. The sound filled the early-morning silence of the slave quarters at Liberty Hall plantation and called out the men and women who lived there. Lizzy threw off her blanket and slipped her Osnaburg dress over her shift. Lifting her two-year-old son Lymus to her hip, she hurried toward the kitchen, an outbuilding behind the plantation house. Quickly she stirred into flame the banked coals in the fireplace and began the preparation of a simple breakfast for John Jones. Neither she, nor Jupiter, nor John Jones, nor anyone else on the plantation knew that this day was to bring a crisis for all whose lives were so closely intertwined at Liberty Hall.

Jones was up by the time Lizzy reached the kitchen. He too had heard the sound of Jupiter's horn in the slave quarters, and he had slipped out of bed, leaving his young wife, Susannah, and their three-month-old son, Charles Colcock, sleeping quietly. Jones dressed in his hunting clothes, moved down the hall past the rooms of his otherchildren-daughters Betsy and Susan and son John-and descended the wide plantation stairs. Going into his study, he removed from a cabinet an expensive English-made gun. It had been his first, a gift when he was only twelve. "Old Mrs. Goldsmith," his mother had written from Governor Houstoun's home in Savannah, "has made you a present of a handsome silver mounted Gun, which she begs you'll keep for her sake." Over the years he had used it to hunt the ducks that flew into rice fields at dawn and, loading it with buckshot, to hunt the deer that lived in the woods and swamps that surrounded his plantation home.

Making his way toward the kitchen, Jones could see the slave settlement and fires glowing through the mist of the low-country morning. Sixty-two men, women, and children lived in the cabins that lined both sides of a sandy ribbon of a road. Those who were preparing to go to the fields stood outside around fires warming themselves. Here in the open, in communal yards, they spent most of their time when they were not working or sleeping. In earlier years most low-country slaves had lived in dormitories or mud-walled huts, but gradually rude cabins clustered in quarters or settlements such as those at Liberty Hall had become the norm. They provided some privacy and the possibility for the development of some family life, but they were smoky and dark, had little or no furniture, and were poor places to visit and talk. Except when it was raining or unusually cold, the better place to gather in the mornings and evenings was outside around the fires.

For years Jupiter had been the driver on the Jones plantation, and as he stood by the fire warming his old bones, he knew he was the boss, the master's right-hand man. When John Jones had been away in the 1790s tending to business in the state legislature, his letters to his first wife, Elizabeth, had been full of instructions to his driver: "Jupiter, my dear wife, will be obliged to give the Negroes some corn before Saturday." "Tell Jupiter I expect to see great matters done, as I have left everything to himself." Elizabeth had replied: "Jupiter told me he had finished thrashing that stack of rice, but could not tell me how much it would turn out." And John had written: "Do, my dear, speed Old Jupiter on, and tell him if he wishes to drive for me he must task away and let me see a heap of work done when I return, or I never will trust him again."

Over the following years Jupiter had kept the trust of his master and also of the men and women he lived among in the settlement. His position as driver had required a kind of tightrope performance-he had to convince his master that the work of the plantation was proceeding smoothly and efficiently, and he had to demonstrate to the other slaves on the plantation that he was a buffer between them and the master. He used many strategies to walk this narrow line. No strategy, however, was more important than his cultivation within Jones of a sense of dependence. For Jones knew that without a skilled driver, Liberty Hall would be both unprofitable and also difficult to manage.

No one knew the settlement better than Jupiter. Born around 1740, he had come to the old Jones place, nearby Rice Hope plantation, as a young man, and there he had learned not only the skills of survival in the Georgia low country but also the ways of organizing and managing the work of a rice and Sea Island cotton plantation. With him by the fireside was his wife, Silvey, blind and feeble, who had made her way out of their cabin. They had been together many years and had with them in the settlement their sons Jupiter and Hamlet, their daughter Hannah, and their grandsons Little Jupiter, Augustus, and Prince. A few years earlier, before Silvey was blind, John Jones had rented her to his cousin to work in a neighboring plantation kitchen. Jupiter had used all his skills to get her back to Liberty Hall, and finally Jones had consented. "Make Old Jupiter go to Mr. Dowses and bring old Silvey home and set her to work," Jones had written Elizabeth Jones. Later Jones had sent a message to Jupiter: "Tell him that as he has now got his wife I shall expect he will do his best for me."

As Jupiter looked at the others gathered around the fires, he saw many faces that he had known all his life. Old Monday and Sunbury were here, as were March, April, and May, July and September, November and December. They had all been slaves of the first John Jones and of his widow, Mary, and their names reflected practices from an African homeland. Lizzy, who had hurried off to the kitchen, had come to Liberty Hall in 180l with her mistress Susannah. With her brother Cassius and sister Willoughby, Lizzy had belonged to Susannah only a year when their mistress married John Jones and they had all moved to Liberty Hall. Susannah's brother, John Girardeau, had willed them to his sister on his deathbed in 1800-with Dick, Paul, Sina, Sary, and little Rosetta, together with land and seven cows and calves.

Jupiter could see even more recent arrivals as he looked at others warming themselves before the fires, eating sweet potatoes cooked in fireplace ashes, or some hominy prepared the night before, or johnnycakes cooked on a long clean board before the morning fires. Abram, Ben, and Jim had come three seasons earlier when Jones had bought them from Captain Forester. Flora, Ishmael, and David had come the next season from Mrs. West's place. But Lucy, July, and Sanco, bought the same year, had already been sold off the plantation and had been little more than temporary laborers for a season and pawns to be moved around in the business of buying and selling slaves.

Of all those in the settlement, however, none were more distinctive than Fanny and her son Marcus and her handsome young daughter Elvira. Only a few seasons earlier, they had been living in Africa. Captured and brought to the coast of their native continent, they had endured the terrors of the passage to Savannah and its slave market. Carried to Liberty Hall by Jones, they were beginning the long process of learning the ways of a slave community that had for generations been creating out of bitter toils a distinct African-American culture known as Gullah. Already Marcus and Elvira were learning the Gullah dialect of the low country and its Sea Islands. In the evenings around the fires they could talk of African ways and memories, and, like so many before them, add their part to the folkways and culture of the low country. Fanny, however, was difficult to understand. She spoke one of the languages of Africa, lacked the linguistic agility of the young, and was learning only slowly a kind of Pidgin English. She did not know it yet, but for the next half-century she would bear as one of the burdens of slavery a kind of isolation as she struggled to listen to and speak a foreign language.

Jupiter began to assign tasks. Late March was the time to begin planting provision crops of corn and peas and, as time allowed, for tilling gardens of potatoes and arrowroot, turnips and onions. Later would come the onerous work of rice and cotton fields, but for now each full hand, whether man or woman, received the familiar task of working a quarter of an acre of provisions, while half-hands and quarter-hands were given proportionally less. As Jupiter assigned these tasks, naming the fields and the sections to be worked, he was performing a central task of a driver that had been slowly evolving in the rice-growing region of South Carolina and Georgia. Already by 1805 several generations of slave drivers had played a key role in the struggle between low-country masters and slaves to name the negotiated boundaries of a task. Masters had used the weapons of the powerful-an organized military, the threats of whip, auction block, and gallows, the claims of superiority, and the styles of speech and dress that intimidate. All these they had used to push out the boundaries of a task, to demand as much work from slaves as could be squeezed out of them. Jupiter and other drivers and field hands had used the weapons of the weak-foot-dragging and playing dumb, gossip that threatened the reputations of owners, and secret scorn for the pretensions of masters; and when the work was heavy and needed to get done, some had run away. All these weapons they had used to limit the boundaries of a task and to reduce the work required of a slave.

The quarter-acre task that Jupiter assigned to full hands on this March morning in 1805 was the outcome of this struggle between low-country masters and slaves. John Jones still liked to think that he possessed some discretionary power, that if he wished he could walk down through the morning mists into the settlement and demand a third of an acre for a task. But for Jupiter and those who stood with him, the quarter-acre task had become a right to be guarded and claimed. Indeed, low-country slaves had extended the task beyond the original rice fields to the cultivation of Sea Island cotton and provisions and to other activities. For full hands, when pounding rice, the daily task was seven mortars. When laying fencing, it was one hundred 12-foot poles. And for a pair of sawyers, the weekly task had finally been settled at 600 feet of pine or 780 feet of cypress.

The landscape of Liberty Hall, like that of other low-country plantations, had encouraged this task system that Jupiter managed. On large areas of the plantation the dark waters of swamps quietly and slowly swirled through forests of giant cypress and black gum and thickets of sweet bay and palmetto. These dark waters provided in cleared areas the means for rice production through an elaborate system of dams, gates, and canals. On higher ground, where the hardwoods and pine had been cut and burned, and where Jupiter and his crews had grubbed out the stumps, Sea Island cotton grew. The task system (unlike the spreading gang system of up-country cotton plantations, with its largely sunup-to-sundown hours) meant that once a task was completed, a slave had the remaining hours of the day for working a garden or raising a pig, for fishing in the river or hunting in the swamp.

Already by 1805 the slaves of Liberty County and the surrounding low country had taken advantage of "after task" time to develop a remarkable if limited informal economy of buying and selling. The pigs and chickens, the marsh ponies and horses, the wagons and cows that low-country slaves owned-they were all the result of this task system. The Gullah culture of Jupiter and Lizzy, of Ishmael and David, of Marcus and Elvira, and of all the other descendants from the nations and tribes of Africa who gathered around low-country fires, was built upon this hard-won system and its informal economy.

While Jupiter was assigning tasks for the day, his son Hamlet was at the stable saddling a handsome English horse. John Jones fancied himself a kind of low-country Cavalier, a gentleman after the English fashion. He was, his grandson later wrote, "Very fond of everything English, importing his horses, hounds, gun, watch, dueling pistols, wines, etc." His English hunting horse was a roan, an animal of large size and spirit that cost as much as a healthy young slave. Jones thought just such a horse was needed for a man of his ancestry and status.

His father, Major John Jones of Liberty County, had been a young South Carolina aristocrat when he came to Georgia to make his fortune. He had an indigo plantation on one of the Sea Islands, and with an expanding slave force he had seen nearby Rice Hope become a prosperous plantation. This first John Jones had been in business with his uncle, Miles Brewton of Charleston, one of the wealthiest men in all the British North American colonies. With a Brewton cousin, the first John Jones had owned warehouses and a wharf in Sunbury, the little port for the growing colony south of Savannah. And there had been other Carolina blueblood relatives: Pinckneys and Hugers, Legares and Swintons, Colcocks and Hutsons. To add to his distinction, Major Jones had become a hero of the Revolution. In the battle for Savannah in 1779, when Patriot forces were trying to retake the city from the British, he had led a charge against the Spring Hill battery, and there, wrote a historian of the state, "in the fiercest and most desperate part of the contest, he was struck by a cannon-ball in the breast, and instantly killed."

Hamlet brought the roan to the plantation house. Jones mounted, took his silver-mounted gun, and rode down the plantation avenue that led to the gate and the sandy road that cut through Liberty County on its way from Savannah down the coast to Darien. At the gate he met his two hunting companions, Colonel Daniel Stewart and James Smith. Stewart, famous for his exploits during the Revolution and the Indian wars that had raged of late in central and south Georgia, was the brother of Jones's first wife, Elizabeth. Smith was a wealthy neighbor whose plantation had been raided only a few years earlier by the Creeks whom Stewart and his cavalry had chased south to the marshes of the Altamaha River. The three men were friends and had often hunted together in the surrounding woods and swamps.

If Jones thought himself a kind of Cavalier figure, with his love for English ways and English goods, his two friends were part of a Puritan tradition that had found its way to the Georgia coast and established itself deep in Liberty County soil. Their ancestors had left Dorchester, England, in 1630 for Massachusetts, settling there for five years before moving on to Connecticut, where they had remained for sixty years. In 1695 a colony had left for South Carolina. There beneath great oaks and beside the black waters of the Ashley River, they had laid out their village and built their meetinghouse. As with most good Puritans, they had prospered-in spite of a sickly climate-so that within two generations there had been a need for new land. Commissioners had been sent to Georgia and, after some negotiations, a grant of more than thirty-one thousand acres had been secured. In this way a colony of 350 whites accompanied by their 1,500 slaves had begun in 1752 a southward trek to what would become Liberty County.

These Puritans were the ancestors not only of Jones's hunting companions Stewart and Smith but also of most of the white planting families of the county. They had found the Georgia coast a good place to settle and at last to put down deep roots. With adequate slave labor the rich soils had offered ample opportunity for the cultivation of rice and Sea Island cotton. Yet as God-fearing Calvinists, they had been aware of the seductions of such a wilderness, and they had immediately set about establishing an organized community. They had declared that they had a "greater regard to a compact Settlement and Religious Society than future temporal advantages." "We are sensible," they had written in their Articles of Incorporation, "to the advantages of good order and social agreement, among any people, both for their Civil and Religious Benefit." At the time of the Revolution the patriotism of these Georgia Puritans had been so ardent that after the war their county had been renamed Liberty.

(Continues...)



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Table of Contents

Preface ix
1 Liberty Hall 1
2 Riceboro 10
3 Sunbury 19
4 The Retreat 33
5 Carlawter 44
6 Savannah 55
7 Scattered Places 67
8 Princeton 82
9 Solitude 97
10 Montevideo and Maybank 111
11 The Stations 125
12 The Mallard Place 140
13 The Arbors 152
14 Columbia 167
15 Carlawter II 180
16 South Hampton 190
17 Midway 202
18 Maybank 216
19 Arcadia 233
20 The Retreat II 247
21 Columbia II 260
22 Philadelphia 278
23 Carlawter III 300
24 Arcadia II 317
25 Maybank II 330
26 Slave Market 345
27 Patience's Kitchen 362
28 Montevideo 374
29 The Retreat III 386
30 Southern Zion 397
31 Indianola 408
32 The Refuge 422
33 The Promised Land 443
List of Principal Characters 467
Genealogical Charts 495
List of Plantations 505
Notes 509
Index of Names 577
General Index 590
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