What kind of reputation does Louisiana have with its non USA neighbors these days? I know they think of themselves as much a part of the Caribbean cultural region as the North American one, but how are the seen by the people of New Spain, British Florida, Haiti and the colonial islanders?
With New Orleans as a major port I'd expect hem to have developed some kind of reputation both from visitors and their own trade and presence in the region.
Now that is a complicated question. Each of those places, after all, has a different point of view (especially Haiti) depending on whether they're a colony or not and whether slavery has already been abolished there. Then there's the differences between the planters, the workers, and the small but growing middle class. Certainly the social structure of Louisiana (planters on top, slaves on the bottom) looks very familiar to everyone in the Caribbean. The little republic's political independence is generally thought of as a harmless legal fiction. It's also seen as a great place to learn what's going on in America—not just at the top, but at every level, or at least every part of the Mississippi draining basin—without the risks involved in entering an American port. (Every last ship that sails the Caribbean has its share of John Glasgows on board and wants to keep them, after all.)
New Orleans would like to be the gambling center of the Caribbean as it is for America, but that seems unlikely—Cuba is much closer, and even more full of gambling opportunities.
“Weather very hot. I’ve thought of just the thing to make the Tyrant happy. Stephen’s Courier clippings about the war! I’ll use Mr. Poe’s dispatches from Canada—the man has such a way with words. I doubt anyone else has translated them, so she’ll know it’s all my work.
“Dinner with the Chesnuts. Fresh strawberries for dessert. Still no word of Stephen.”
From the journal of Elizabeth Miller, June 11, 1838.
***
“Bacon and bean pizza with the Pinckneys. I must say, Martha is much better company when her parents are in the room. Then she must be on her best behavior. She can’t make nasty remarks about my family’s reduced circumstances, or tell us all how Wild Joe is coming to free all our slaves and ‘ravish us all in our beds’[1] or the Black Hessians are coming to carve us into joints and cook us and eat us and ‘ravish us with savage force’—in that order? Really, Martha?—or whisper filthy stories of Negro men that any fool can see are not true because so many slaves can fit into their masters’ cast-off trousers. Her younger brother Henry Jr.[2] is much more pleasant, and quite learned. I always enjoy his company.
“All the same, I wish we had spent the meal with the Brewsters. Mr. Pinckney went on and on about how the Dead Roses in Congress are turning against our President, how ‘Texas should have been ours,’ and how ‘the South is shedding all the blood in this war.’ From reading Mr. Poe, I could have told him our northern friends are fighting and dying too even if they haven’t lost whole armies.
“Still no word of Stephen.”
From the journal of Elizabeth Miller, June 14, 1838.
***
“Happy news from Chrissie! She writes to say that her foster father will be closing his shop for a few days in August and coming to Charleston for a visit.
“Hot and humid today. Went to Beatrice Butler’s 15th birthday party. Overheard her father speaking of a British cutter sighted off the coast—not a warship, but one of those little Hidden Trail ships from Florida.
“Still no word of Stephen.”
From the journal of Elizabeth Miller, June 26, 1838.
***
“Our Stephen is alive. Thank you, Lord.
“A British ship arrived in the harbor this morning from a place called Ragged Island under flag of truce. It carried mail from the Dragoons who got captured. The British have a camp there for prisoners.
“Stephen says he was charging the enemy when a torpedo in the trail killed his poor horse and gave him a scalp wound so bad he couldn’t fight because blood got in his eyes[3]. He says he was very ill for a few days after that. He says, ‘I’m in no danger of getting fat, but the food is enough to get by on and it’s a nice change from Army grub. The hard part is being polite to the guards. To a man, they are n_____s who were slaves not ten years ago before Mad Queen Lottie set them free. They’re not so fierce as the Black Hessians, but you can imagine their joy at getting to lord it over white men for a change.’ He says not to worry if I don’t hear from him for a while. ‘The warden is niggardly with pen and paper’—his little joke.
“Dinner with the Boykins. Ice cream for dessert. What a happy day!”
From the journal of Elizabeth Miller, July 2, 1838.
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“Independence Day, 1838. Sixty-two years since we declared ourselves free. Pizza at the Hampton estate. Heard much railing against Mr. Poinsett for his testimony in front of Congress. Mr. Pinckney said, ‘Remember his father? Treason runs in that man’s blood!’ Grandmother whispered in my ear, ‘He’s a fine one to talk! Robert told me his father signed the same oath!’[4]
“Fireworks over the harbor much more spectacular than last year, when well-nigh all our powder went for the war. Perhaps this war will be over soon. It would be a relief to have it end, and have Stephen back safe and sound.
“But it doesn’t feel like we’re winning. This very day—if nothing’s changed—those men in Trafalgar are being hanged, and there seems to be no hope of avenging them. Worse, Stephen is now at the mercy of those hangmen. And nothing will give Maggie and Jessie their brother back.”
From the journal of Elizabeth Miller, July 4, 1838.
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“Service today was very solemn. Many prayers said for our former President. Mother said, ‘I was as young as Julia when that man rose to prominence. It’s hard to imagine the nation without him.’
“You could almost draw a line through the congregation. Men and women with gray in their hair, even a little, looked truly sad. The younger men and women just looked mulish, like children pulled away from their play, as if someone were making them attend. I heard one fellow say ‘one less d____d Abolitionist’ but everyone shushed him. I hardly remember the man, but if we must hate everyone in the world who doesn’t approve of slavery, who does that leave?”
From the journal of Elizabeth Miller, July 15, 1838.
“Call me a fool! I was so sure there would be at least six stories by Poe in the clippings, but I can find only five.[5] I can’t believe I didn’t check until today! Surely the Tyrant won’t mind if one of them is by someone else?
“Dinner with the Bennetts. I didn’t think it polite to mention, but their butter has gone off and I think someone in their kitchen is defiling their soup.”
From the journal of Elizabeth Miller, July 16, 1838.
“Glory be to God, I wasn’t expecting to have my problem solved so soon! Today’s paper carries a story by that same Mr. Poe about the Battle of Lake Saint-Louis. It is a very long story, but I have the rest of the summer to translate it. Even the Tyrant won’t be able to find fault with me!
“Tonight Mother taught me to make pizza at home. We used ham and pickled eggs. Next time I shall be more careful with the pickled eggs. A little goes a long way. I do wish we could afford some help in the kitchen, but after last night at the Bennets’ I don’t mind so much that we do our own cooking.
“It’s been a week since we saw any rain.”
From the journal of Elizabeth Miller, July 17, 1838.
“Finally some rain. A chance to stay inside, finish Poe’s account and begin translating it. It’s good to read about a victory after so many disasters, but why does it have to be in Canada? Why couldn’t we have won in Florida or Louisiana? Or even Texas?
“They say Brougham is the most cunning, black-hearted devil walking the earth, and he and Queen Lottie both hate slavery. I wonder if they want the South in particular to lose this war, not just the United States. Do they know about the difference between North and South over there in London? Do they care?”
From the journal of Elizabeth Miller, July 18, 1838.
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“Dreadful, shocking news in the evening paper. Black Hessians struck a clay quarry in the night down in Georgia. Hundreds of militia were massacred. White women were dragged from their beds.
“Very glad to be at the Brewsters’ for dinner, not the Pinckneys’. I don’t think I should be able to look Martha in the eye. The poor women weren’t eaten, but who cares? They were abused and murdered and left in the dirt for crows to peck at.
“I asked Mother to go and visit the Headmistress tomorrow and see how she was faring. The poor woman must be in a dreadful state with this news. Mother said this was a good idea, but I should do it myself instead, because I know her better. I tried to tell her I couldn’t do it because it would look as if I was trying to seek her favor. Mother said not to be silly. So tomorrow I go visit the dragon in her den.”
From the journal of Elizabeth Miller, July 20, 1838.
“Talk of the market this morning all of Attapulgus and the terrible raid. ‘How could those men have run away?’ ‘Half of them didn’t run—they were already dead!’ ‘But how could even one of them have run?’ ‘Hold your tongue, woman! You have no notion of what it means to be a soldier!’ ‘I know it means having a gun and knowing how to use it! What did those poor ladies have?’
“Some wanted the army pulled back to defend our borders. Others said that would let ‘the Mad Queen’ declare victory.
“Some said it was because Congress distracted the President and Mr. Poinsett. That makes no sense at all. Did the Black Hessians sneak over the border while the army and the militia were busy reading the paper?
“Someone—I think it was one of the Rhetts—said it must have been all ‘those jungle n_____s,’ that our good colored folk would never do such a thing. Someone else laughed and said ‘the Frenchies on Santo Domingo thought they had good colored folk too.’
“No putting it off any longer. Time to visit the Tyrant.”
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“Strange to see a teacher outside her school. Not the Headmistress, not the Tyrant, just old Rose Talvande.[6] She seemed very pleased that I asked how she was faring.
“She got to talking about Saint-Domingue—the things she saw, stories she heard from others who fled. She spoke all in French, and not in the slow clear way we do in class, but very quickly when she wasn’t choking up. So a lot of what she said, I couldn’t understand.
“I won’t write down what I did understand.
“I couldn’t eat supper afterward—it was only cush, so no great waste. I shan’t sleep tonight.
“And after Madam Talvande was done talking, she asked me how my translations were going. She said, ‘I should be very disappointed if they were less than excellent.’ As if I didn’t already have reason enough to regret coming.”
From the journal of Elizabeth Miller, July 21, 1838.
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“Tuna and greens pizza with our Chisolm cousins. Good and very filling. I’m glad the British don’t seem to think our fishermen are worth shooting at.
“The news from Florida is bad. How many times have I had to write those words? I’m so tired of them. There was a battle. Our men survived, but so did the Black Hessians. No revenge. No justice. No reason it couldn’t happen again somewhere else. It took days just to get the news over the border.
“I looked out on the harbor today. For the first time, it didn’t look friendly. They say the cutters from Florida are still watching our coasts at night, looking for runaway slaves. I’m not afraid of them taking Negroes away.
“I wish I’d never made that visit. Such horrors! Martha, you may be sixteen, but you are a child.”
From the journal of Elizabeth Miller, July 24, 1838.
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“On Chalmers Street today I saw six Negro men laying fresh cobblestones. No less than fifteen white men were guarding them, muskets in hand. Everyone who passed by watched them with wary eyes as if they were about to attack. It was almost too hot to walk, let alone fight.
“I wonder why we even bother with slaves. They moved like snails crawling up a bush. Julia and I could’ve laid as many stones as they did in as much time. I’ve never seen their kind work so slow even in this heat.[7] And now we have to post a guard every time there’s more than two of them in one place?
“Dinner with the Ingrahams. Much talk of the state of our harbor defenses. The Ingrahams dined with the Aikens[8] yesterday. They say the Charleston-Columbia line won’t be finished until November, because the state wants the railroad to use smaller work gangs. But by then they say the line from Fredericksburg to Salem will be also be up and running. ‘Think of that, Lizzie! From here to Knoxville or Lexington[9] or Washington in just one day!’ Lately I can’t even think ahead to the end of summer.
“Grandmother was with us at dinner. She said, ‘If we need a whole squad of militiamen to guard six n_____s, how in blazes are they supposed to harvest the rice? Or the cotton, or the indigo?’ No one had an answer.”
From the journal of Elizabeth Miller, July 26, 1838.
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“Have I said yet how much it makes me tired to be afraid all the time? To have grown men shoo me and Mother away from the market because slaves are bringing crates of vegetables as they do every week? What good is it to keep us safe if we can’t eat?
“One good thing about this journal is it helps me to remember things. Today I remembered the ship that got taken in the mutiny last February. When we heard what happened, we all thought nobody would ever see the captain or the crew again. But only one of them was killed. I know that’s still too many, but no one troubled the women.
“Not that I could say such things at the Keitts’. Dinner was beefsteak. Now I know what the Good Book means by ‘stalled ox and hatred therewith.’ Never saw people in such ugly moods. Everything was ‘d____d n_____s,’ ‘d____d limeys sneaking around our coasts in those little boats,’ ‘d____d Yankees, see how they like it when there’s no more clay coming north to clean their wool with,’ ‘d____d crawfish who’d sooner join forces with the n_____s than with us,’ ’d____d Congress won’t let our President succeed because he’s a Quid.’ Mother tried to find more pleasant things to talk about, but to no avail.
“Weather still miserably hot even at night. Wish we had ice cream.”
From the journal of Elizabeth Miller, July 28, 1838.
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“Happiness! The Edwards family came this afternoon on the boat from Columbia, and Chrissie Gadsden was with them!
“We talked for hours. I told her everything that’s going on in Charleston, and she told me everything that’s going on in Spartanburg. So of course I did a lot more talking. I should write down everything she said, but it’s all about people I’ve never met and it’s disappearing from my head even now.
“It has been so long since we had guests in this house, instead of being guests. Mother got the Brewsters’ asparagus recipe. We had to use salt pork instead of oysters, but it was still very fine.
“Chrissie is already asleep in my bed. Must try to get to bed without waking her up.”
From the journal of Elizabeth Miller, August 4, 1838.
“So good to have Chrissie with me at church today. Very strange talk after church. Mr. Edwards was talking about the cotton mills up in Spartanburg, and he said the gins they use were made in Sumter by a William Ellison. Not only that, he said that this William Ellison was a Negro and was once a slave himself, but he saved up his money, bought his freedom, and now has slaves of his own working for him! Now that is remarkable!
“‘So you see,’ he said, ‘he doesn’t seem to have thought slavery was such an evil.’ Why are people always arguing with Abolitionists even when there aren’t any Abolitionists in the room?
“What almost made me laugh out loud was when he said that, he looked around expecting everybody to say ‘Hear, hear!’ and instead they all looked like they had stomachaches. I can’t count how times I’ve heard people hereabout say that Negroes are nothing but lazy simple creatures who need looking after because they can’t plan past the next meal. Lazy simple creatures couldn’t build a cotton gin, let alone run a factory. Creatures without foresight couldn’t save up their pennies that way.
“I introduced Chrissie to Maggie and Jessie today. They seemed to like her, I think. They’re very different from her. Imagine Chrissie trying to sneak out at night! But they’ve been much more subdued since the news of poor Percy.
“One more evening with her.”
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“Thought it was thunder at first. Turned out to be cannon fire.
“From my window I can see something burning in the distance. I can’t tell what it is. It must be big.
“Mother said, ‘Don’t worry about it, darling. Go back to sleep.’ Did one of those poor women down in Attapulgus say the same thing to her daughter that night?
“God protect Chrissie. If she were in Spartanburg right now she’d be safe. God protect us all.”
From the journal of Elizabeth Miller, August 5, 1838.
“So it was only ships that burned. Empty ships at that. But if it wasn’t for all the forts, they would have burned the city down around us all last night.
“I never heard so many rumors as today. Black Hessians landing, north or south of the city—no one can say which. Heard a man say, ‘Now is the worst time. The rice harvest has begun. The fields are full of n_____s, they all have knives, and ain’t nobody keepin’ an eye on ‘em.[10]’
“Chrissie and the Edwards family are staying an extra day. The militia is patrolling the Santee to make sure it’s safe. There’s a 24-hour curfew on all Negroes in town, free or slave. Every white man who can hold a gun is in the militia, including some I wouldn’t trust with a dinner fork.
“Tired of rumors. Picked up a copy of the Courier. ‘RUMORS OF SLAVE REVOLTS.’ It’s been all day. If all the rumors were true we’d all be dead by now.”
From the journal of Elizabeth Miller, August 6, 1838.
“They say the canal is safe. Said goodbye to Chrissie.
“Saw Mr. Brewster and Billy in militia uniforms, getting ready to go on patrol. They had dress swords and muskets that looked like they were last used at Cowpens. Billy kept fumbling with his epaulettes, trying to make sure they were on straight. ‘Don’t you girls worry your pretty little heads about Black Hessians,’ said Mr. Brewster. ‘If they come around here, we’ll give ‘em such a whipping they’ll think they’re slaves again.’ As if we don’t all know what happened down in Georgia! They cut through the militia and didn’t even slow down! We need the real army to keep us safe.”
From the journal of Elizabeth Miller, August 7, 1838.
“No paper today. Nothing to buy in the market. Men running around with guns, women hiding in their homes, Negroes under curfew—everything’s come to a stop. We can’t go on like this.”
From the journal of Elizabeth Miller, August 8, 1838.
“The one good thing about this is that it gives me a chance to finish my translation and go over my work a second time. I caught some spelling mistakes and fixed them. The Headmistress won’t have anything to complain about.”
From the journal of Elizabeth Miller, August 9, 1838.
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Daniel Webster’s observation that the South Carolina militia had thwarted ‘ten of the last two slave revolts’ was an exaggeration, but not by much. In the environment of panic that gripped the South in general in 1838, and South Carolina in particular after the raid on Charleston, there were a number of rumors of planned revolts, most of which turned out to be false.
Two that turned out to be genuine conspiracies were the ‘Gowrie conspiracy’ (sometimes called ‘Arney Savage’s Rebellion’) and the ‘Jehossee Island conspiracy.’ Both of these followed similar patterns—slaves would contact the Hidden Trail, arrange for the presence of boats on a given night, then escape en masse, head for the coast, board the boats and sail to Florida. They were more like prison escapes than rebellions—although the slaves were prepared to kill if necessary, there was no talk of overthrowing the established order, still less of turning South Carolina into a new Santo Domingo. What they wanted was, in a word, out.
This was probably due to the conditions on the rice plantations. They were brutal, but it was the brutality of neglect rather than sadism. The discrepancy between how the plantation owners saw themselves, and how their rule was experienced by those beneath them, was particularly marked here. Charles Manigault, who purchased the Gowrie plantation in 1832, prided himself on his paternalism. The Aiken family, who were having Johassee Island cleared for planting, alloted land to the slaves for personal use and had a particular interest in labor-saving devices. But nature—especially in the form of cholera, yellow fever, and malaria, all prevalent in the low-lying ground where rice was grown—was more cruel than any lash-wielding overseer. Manigault’s own meticulous records show that deaths exceeded births in eleven of the twelve years he owned Gowrie. In 1834 in particular, 40 percent of the population died in a cholera outbreak.[11] As one South Carolina planter said, “I would as soon stand fifteen meters from the best Kentucky rifleman and be shot at by the hour, as to spend a night on my plantation in summer.[12]” Small wonder if those who worked these swamps dreamed of escaping them rather than ruling them.
Arney Savage, a slave woman who had lost all her children to cholera[13] and had nothing left to lose, organized the escape of 86 slaves over the end of July and the beginning of August.
The escape happened the night of August 6-7. Gowrie was on an island only a little upriver from Savannah. Rather than risk approaching that fortified harbor, the escapees would flee east, then southeast to Daufuskie Island, where someone pretending to be a Hidden Trail contact had promised there would be a British ship waiting.
No one knows the name of the slave who made this claim. The militia kept him anonymous to protect him and his family from retaliation by the Gullah, but reported that his price for betraying the escapees was for himself and his family to be sold to an apple orchard in the hills of South Carolina, where their chances of survival would be much higher. History also does not record whether the militia kept its promise. Whatever the case, the slaves were apprehended by a militia patrol out of Switzerland Post[14].
The Johassee Island conspiracy is more mysterious by virtue of the fact that whoever organized it disappeared, never to be questioned by the South Carolina authorities or interviewed by a Florida newspaper. The only contact that any of the survivors had was a white man matching the description of Joseph M. Baldy.
The difference from the Gowrie escape was that the escapees did not intend to wait for a boat, but to steal their own. As a developing plantation, Johassee Island needed barges both to transport rice to and from Charleston and to assist in the moving of earth and timber. In addition to being carefully guarded by overseers, the barges were not intended to be seaworthy, but depending on the weather they could survive on the ocean for brief periods of time.
This escape was more successful. Two of the barges, with a total of 39 people on board, were apprehended the morning of August 9 off Seabrook Island by the revenue cutter Alexander McDougall under Captain Thomas O. Larkin. Larkin was able to avoid the British patrols and enter Charleston Harbor, but seeing the escapees and hearing their accounts moved him to tender his resignation to the Revenue Cutter Service after the war and go west, saying, “I will gladly serve my country, but I am done with serving slavery.”
Two of the barges were intercepted by small British craft out of Florida, which took their crew on board. The 17 people on the first barge included the mysterious white man, who disappeared shortly after the craft arrived at New Smyrna. (As there is no record of Baldy appearing anywhere else at this time, it may well have been him.) The fate of the fifth barge has become one of the world’s enduring unsolved mysteries…
Cadmus Hobson, South Carolina Before the Combines
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“Two more weeks until school begins.
“Things are beginning to get back to normal. We had salt beef pizza with the Brewsters. Mr. Brewster has given up his rule against talking politics at the table. I saw him reading the Courier. Then he threw it to the floor and muttered, ‘Liberty we hold as dear as our wives and children—easy for him to say! His family is in Massachusetts!’
“The talk was all of what happened at the Akins place down the coast from here.‘How did they know to send those boats?’ ‘The Hidden Trail. Gullah up and down the coast from here to the border. Germans with wires couldn’t send news any faster.’ I swear Morrison must know what we all look like in our unmentionables.
“Billy stayed quiet. He barely ate, and it was good pizza.
“Afterward, the three of us were supposed to take a nap upstairs. Maggie had other plans. If you’re in the back of the girls’ closet, you can hear what goes on in the study, and Billy was up there talking with Mrs. Brewster.
“I didn’t catch the first part, but while he was out there in the field, he saw a couple of women being questioned by the militia. ‘They swore they didn’t know, they kept saying they didn’t know.’ He was in tears—kept stopping to blow his nose. ‘There was blood everywhere and they still wouldn’t stop the whipping.’
“What have we done?”
From the journal of Elizabeth Miller, August 14, 1838.
[1] Martha has an overactive imagination. Wild Joe would never do anything to a woman against her will. (And if you asked him, he’d tell you he can’t find time in his schedule for all the
willing women.)
[2] Not OTL’s Henry Laurens Pinckney Jr., but somebody several years younger.
[3] Scalp wounds, of course, are famous for bleeding profusely. Lt. Miller doesn’t realize it, but this saved his life—with all that blood coming out, not enough manchineel poison got in.
[4] Joel Roberts Poinsett’s father was Dr. Elisha Poinsett, who signed an oath of allegiance to the British while they were occupying Charleston during the ARW, in order to keep his property. Henry Pinckney’s father Charles signed the same oath. Afterward, Dr. Poinsett moved to Boston and Charles paid a fine (12% of the value of his property) but was so thoroughly forgiven he ended up helping represent South Carolina in the Constitutional Convention. (If you’re still trying to figure out why Berrien would flout the Constitution so blatantly, remember that everything in his near-60 years of life has taught him that men of his standing are more likely to be killed in a duel than punished by society or the law.)
[5] Not that Poe only wrote five stories, but Stephen went off to join the Dragoons before he got any more.
[6] So this is another place where OTL’s historical evidence is a little contradictory. For the purposes of TTL, Rose Talvande is still the headmistress, and Ann Talvande (husband of Andrew) is preparing to succeed her.
[7] When she’s older, Elizabeth will look back on this and realize that they were trying not to scare the trigger-happy white men around them by making sudden movements while holding potentially lethal projectiles.
[8] As IOTL, William Aiken Sr. founded the South Carolina Canal and Railroad Company. Unlike IOTL, the canal part got an earlier start and the train part got a later start, meaning the accident that killed him IOTL never took place.
[9] Lexington, Kentucky, noted for Transylvania University, the first university west of the Alleghenies. (For the record, the Louisville-Claysburgh line, which Lexington is on, isn’t quite finished yet.)
[10] An exaggeration, but the rice industry, more than almost any other aspect of the Southern slave economy, depended on the know-how of the slaves in question. Many of their ancestors had been stolen from rice-growing areas of Africa for this specific purpose. The slaves here had more autonomy than almost anywhere else in the South.
[11] As IOTL.
[12] Except for the use of the metric system, this is an OTL quote.
[13] As IOTL.
[14] TTL’s remains of a white settlement called Switzerland, which was mostly abandoned because it was a malarial swamp.