Hessian Hirelings of the United States Government

 

The writer below was the son of planter/physician Dr. John D. Bellamy of Wilmington, who owned several plantations in that region.  John D. Bellamy (1854-1942) was a young boy when Sherman’s bummers ransacked their refugee home near Lumberton; he was leader of the Cape Fear Academy cadet corps in April 1870 when General Robert E. Lee visited Wilmington on his return to Lexington after viewing his father’s grave in Georgia.  Bellamy was a childhood friend of Woodrow Wilson, was elected to the North Carolina Senate 1892-93; and elected to the United States Congress 1899-1903.

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Hessian Hirelings of the United States Government

“My father had two sons in Virginia, in the [Confederate] Army and Navy, and the next one to go was I.  So during the winters of 1863 and 1864, and the early part of 1865, although he shod his Negroes with good shoes, he made me, and also my younger brother, go barefoot during the winters.  He said it would toughen and harden us, and that when my time to go to Virginia, I would be able to stand the exposure of the battle fields; and the result was that I never had, from that day to this, any serious illness – owing much of my longevity to this enforced practice in my rearing.

I can recollect, while going out in winters with my feet bare, in the snow and ice, that I always went on the side of the fence where the sun shone through the cracks of the rails and melted the snow!  It was warmer!

With great vividness I remember, also, how in March 1865, after Sherman had burned Columbia . . . General Francis P. Blair, of Sherman’s army, came with his corps, consisting of General Hicklenlouper’s Brigade and other troops, through Robeson County, where we were refugeeing.  The corps that came immediately around our home consisted of Germans of Hicklenlouper’s Brigade, who could speak very little English, and German officers were in command. 

They were hirelings of the United States Government to assist in fighting the South, very much as the Hessians were hired during the Revolutionary War.  

It had been rumored that my father was a very wealthy man, and immediately the Hessians drew their steel ramrods out of their muskets, and began to pierce the ground all around our home and other places on the premises, to find what treasure they could unearth. They found the silver my oldest sister had buried under the steps. They also discovered a valued deposit in which was my father’s valued diploma from Jefferson College, of the University of Pennsylvania.  [The bummers] had gone through our home and cut open the locked bureau drawers with axes and stolen every valuable they could find . . . .

[An officer,] with three or four Germans, came into our home . . . and demanded that my mother give them the contents of her safe, which contained milk, butter and other food. Of course she had to comply! Immediately, they started to drink the milk, and remarked, “Mrs. Bellamy, is this milk poisoned?” So, my mother drank a cup of milk, before they would drink the remainder.

They left us without food and penniless for nearly a week, after the troops continued their march to Fayetteville and Wilmington and through Bentonville.  [While] a boy, two bummers seized me, held me, and took off a nice pair of shoes, which I had put on to prevent them from being stolen!  I was left in my stocking feet, in the cold rain, in the back yard!  And that Yankee had my shoes!

[Someone told the Yankees of a] certain lady living in the neighborhood had money and jewels, which she had hidden in the mattress of her bed.  [They] found her sick in bed [and] asked for her money and she denied having it.  They pulled her out, raised up the mattress, found her valuables, and took them! As a punishment, they knocked in the top of a hogshead of molasses, which they found in her barn, and dipped her, head and all, into the barrel! 

(Memoirs of an Octogenarian, John D. Bellamy, Jr., Observer Publishing, 1941, pp. 23-25)