"There Was Never Any Pay-day For the Negroes": Jourdon Anderson Demands Wages

To My Old Master, Colonel P.H. Anderson, Big Spring, Tennessee

Sir: I got your letter and was glad to find you had not forgotten Jourdon, and that you wanted me to come back and live with you again, promising to do better for me than anybody else can. I have often felt uneasy about you. I thought the Yankees would have hung you long before this for harboring Rebs they found at your house. I suppose they never heard about your going to Col. Martin’s to kill the Union soldier that was left by his company in their stable. Although you shot at me twice before I left you, I did not want to hear of your being hurt, and am glad you are still living. –Jourdon Anderson

I wasn’t able to find anything on Jourdon Anderson, other than references to this letter and debates over whether it is authentic, but whatever its origin, the full letter is a great read. (Via Jason Scott’s Facebook.)