{"id":6865,"date":"2000-10-01T18:09:00","date_gmt":"2000-10-01T22:09:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ncseagrant.ncsu.edu\/coastwatch\/?page_id=6865"},"modified":"2024-06-24T17:45:22","modified_gmt":"2024-06-24T21:45:22","slug":"a-historians-coast-the-book-of-nature","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ncseagrant.ncsu.edu\/coastwatch\/a-historians-coast-the-book-of-nature\/","title":{"rendered":"A HISTORIAN’S COAST: The Book of Nature"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n\n\n
In, 1895, a popcorn peddler named Allen Parker told the story of his life as a slave on the North Carolina coast. Parker published only a few copies of Recollections of Slavery Times<\/em> for his friends and family in Worcester, Mass., where he lived after the Civil War. The slim, 97-page book quickly faded into obscurity, unknown even to the leading scholars on American slave narratives.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then, two or three years ago, I stumbled upon a copy of this priceless lost memoir at the Illinois State Historical Library in Springfield, Ill. How the book ended up in Illinois remains a mystery. But that manuscript turned out to be the only surviving copy of Parker’s Recollections<\/em> in any library or archive in the United States.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I do not know if I can put into words the excitement, almost the sheer joy, that a historian feels at discovering a document like Parker’s Recollections. I find these discoveries just as exhilarating as paddling into a swamp wilderness or exploring a remote barrier island after a big storm. A whole new world opens up before you \u2014 you never know what wonders and surprises will be revealed in that uncharted territory.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For me, this may be especially true of a slave narrative like Parker’s Recollections<\/em>. As I travel along the coast, I rarely find any trace of its slave past. Though African American slaves once made up a majority of the population in many tidewater towns and counties, they are virtually invisible in the historic sites, museums, monuments, and markers that portray coastal life before 1865. When Parker decried the fate of his mother, he described that of all slaves who lived and died in coastal North Carolina. In his words, she “now lies buried in an unmarked and neglected grave.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The scarcity of firsthand accounts of slavery is one important stumbling block to studying slave life. Slaves could not legally be taught to read and write, so they left few written records. To piece together their lives, historians rely almost entirely on accounts left by their masters. The result has been both a planter-centered view of slave life and a fragmented portrait of the antebellum past in general.<\/p>\n\n\n\n To appreciate the importance of a newly discovered slave narrative like Parker’s Recollections<\/em>, we only have to remember that merely a half-dozen other slave writings are known to have arisen from tidewater North Carolina. Between 1843 and 1852, Harriet Jacobs of Edenton, Moses Grandy of Camden County, and Thomas H. Jones of Wilmington published autobiographies after escaping from the South. Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl<\/em>, Jacobs’ narrative, has been belatedly recognized as a classic of American literature.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In addition, William H. Robinson of Wilmington, William Ferebee (once a Currituck slave waterman), and William Henry Singleton (a slave at Garbacon Creek in what is now Carteret County, then part of Craven County) all published memoirs after the Civil War. Except for Jacobs’ Incidents<\/em> and Singleton’s Recollections of My Slavery Days<\/em>, these slave narratives can be found only in the largest university libraries and are not readily available to the general public.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Parker provides insight into tidewater life \u2014 and not just slave life \u2014 that cannot be found anywhere else. Parker worked for a great variety of small planters and yeoman farmers, including the poor sort of backwoods farmer who barely scratched out a living on the edge of the Great Dismal Swamp. This is a part of Albemarle society long overshadowed by the great planters and wealthy merchants, whose family records we have inherited and whose homes are preserved in historic districts. Parker’s memoir cuts through that thin upper crust of Albemarle society and lets us see into the heart of daily life for black and white, slave and free.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Allen Parker’s story begins in Chowan County over a century and a half ago. Born about 1840, he was the son of slaves Millie Parker and Jeff Ellick. He lived on a modest plantation owned by Peter Parker in the Chowan community, a rural neighbor\u00adhood located eight miles north of Edenton (then the largest seaport on Albemarle Sound) and bordered by Bear Swamp, the Great Dismal Swamp, and two blackwater rivers, the Chowan and the Yeopim. “The country around Chowan was not very thickly settled,” Parker wrote in Recollections, “the land being divided up into farms or plantations, upon which was raised wheat, Indian corn, rye, oats, peanuts, sweet-potatoes and sometimes rice.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Peter Parker died when Allen was a baby. He left the slave boy and his mother to his infant daughter, Annie, with the stipulation that Millie and Allen should be “hired out” by her guardian until she was an adult. The guardian auctioned off the slaves to other individuals for a year at a time. The hirers got the slaves’ labor; Peter Parker’s estate got the proceeds; Millie and Allen were supposed to get food and clothing. Like many slaves in the Albemarle Sound vicinity, Allen Parker moved annually from master to master.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He never labored for truly prosperous planters, but at times, he was leased to relatively wealthy men. Darias White, for instance, employed 40 slave loggers and teams of mules and oxen in a local swamp, where they harvested old-growth hardwoods for shipbuilding timbers. More often, Parker worked for one-mule farmers who could not afford to own a slave or even to hire slaves except after exceptionally good harvests.<\/p>\n\n\n\n During his childhood, Allen Parker lived among several “good masters,” hardworking men with whose families he shared meals. Within the boundaries of his enslavement, these masters treated him decently. He had a special fondness for a small farmer and storekeeper named George Williams, recalling that he played with Williams’ children and learned some of their school lessons: “I had many good times playing with the other children[,] for whatever the grown white people might think about the colored people, the little children did not know any difference when they were allowed to play with the slave children.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Young Parker also worked for brutal, malevolent masters who beat him, kept him hungry, and tried at every turn to subdue his spirit. A farmer named Small was among the worst. He beat Allen’s mother severely and worked her day and night in the fields and in his kitchen while she was still breast-feeding a new baby. Confronted with men so vile, Allen and his mother ran away several times, seeking refuge with other slaves or white friends.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When the Civil War broke out, Parker was among the thousands of slaves who escaped from tidewater plantations to Union territory. The Union army captured the Outer Banks and most of the state’s seaports by early 1862, and Albemarle slaves staged a colossal boatlift to freedom behind Union lines. While other Albemarle slaves confiscated sloops or built makeshift rafts and sailed to Union outposts as far away as Roanoke Island and the Outer Banks, Parker did not have to travel so far. He rowed out to a Union gunboat that had come up the Chowan River.<\/p>\n\n\n\n During the Federal occupation, Parker served in the Union navy on the North Carolina sounds. He later worked at a Beaufort sawmill before departing the South as a merchant sailor. He eventually settled in Worcester, married and raised a family while working as a street peddler.<\/p>\n\n\n\n