Slaves Cabins
At the Edge between Two Worlds
You are standing at the edge of two worlds. You are leaving the world of the owner and entering the world of the slave.
The cabin ruins before you are a vivid testament to the generations of slaves who lived there. On them depended the prosperity of the plantation. It is impossible for us to imagine what life as a slave was like. No words can describe the cruel hardships they endured.
"This was a very warm climate, abounding with mosquitos...which are exceedingly annoying to the poor slaves by night and day, at their quarters and in the field. But more especially to their helpless little children, which they had to carry with them to the cotton fields, where they had to set on the damp ground alone from morning till night, exposed to the scorching rays of the sun, liable to be bitten by poisonous rattlesnakes...or to be devoured by large alligators which are often seen creeping through the cotton fields going from swamp to swamp seeking their prey."
Henry Bibbs, 1845
Marker is on Palmetto Avenue 2.1 miles north of Fort George Road, on the right when traveling north.
Courtesy hmdb.org
