Come one! Come all! Richmond, Burke, Jefferson, Columbia, Warren, Wilkes, Edgefield and Barnwell, Come to the sale of my likely negroes ... James L. Coleman. Augusta, Ga. Dec. 26, 1856.

COME ONE!
COME ALL!

Richmond, Burke, Jefferson, Columbia,
Warren, Wilkes, Edgefield and
Barnwell,

Come to the Sale of my
LIKELY NEGROES,

•SEE SHERIFF'S ADVERTISEMENT,•
Made by the late Major George L. Twiggs, whom the Attorney, Col. Cumming, and the sons, have lifted from the grave to levy on and sell the little remnant of negroes left me, under the cruelty of my father-in-law, who stood at the market-house and bid on the only negro I requested to be bought in for me, and made him cost me $200 more than he would have brought; and that too, after for many summers having risked my life, going from home at four o'clock in the morning, returning at 9 o'clock at night, breathing the malaria of wet swamps, from decaying vegetable matter, attending to his planting interest, when he was away spending his summers in pleasurable delights, having for years fed, clothed and schooled his off-cast son, daughter in-law, and all their children. Read the pamphlet and behold the base and horrible ingratitude of this cast-off son, G. W. L. Twiggs, now one of his Executors, and behold how he repays me for my acts of kindness in saving for him, as the records of the Court will show, about $20,000, when he had not a friend left him on earth. See him and his brother John, the other Executor, and left the guardian and trustee (in whom their father never had any confidence, till penance was due,) of my wife and children, to take care of them,
virtually, under the arm of the law
, come forward to rob my children in these trying times, when the best 30 day drafts bring 1 ¼ per cent. Come see them, after having under the judgment cost me $10,000 in actual cash and sacrifices of property, besides preventing me from making $40,000 more, proceed to sell five negroes, worth, with such resources as I have, (being most of them mechanics,) to me $500 each year, equal to 2,500 per annum, to loan, I suppose, to Mr. Rambo, the father-in-law, $3,500 at 7 per cent, $245 interest, (who did have $7,000 at 7 per cent, of my wife's money,) making a difference to my children of $2,255 per annum above the interest. There is no error in this calculation; it is too true. And thus would they destroy my poor children, because the father will not bow down and lick the dust off their feet, under an unholy will. After the miserable abuse of me and my property, under the judgment, the cry is, my second son must be taken from school and put to work, because the estate, under the most unskilful and bad management of the brother, John D. Twiggs, (my master, under the unholy will,) is not able to educate my children. I will take any estate equal to it, and after one year make it produce $10,000 per annum. This is only what was before done under the
cruelty of the father, and base ingratitude and horrible treachery
of their uncle, D.E. Twiggs, U. S. A.
Come! come! all come to the sale, and you will have a bid at a most excellent nurse, the nurse of my baby, who loved her as much as he did his mother, exposed to the Sheriff's hammer by Mrs. C.'s own brothers. Come, you grandfathers who love your grandchildren more than the poor Major ever did his, bid strong for this woman, and present her to the youngest one. There will be, likewise, other negroes for sale, as Doyle the Sheriff, informs you. I have let the Attorney and sons play along under their malicious persecutions, till I could hang them up before the world as you now see them. The agony will soon be over. The Twiggs' will have more of Benton's yellow boys, and their hearts will sink within them when they behold me, while I will have that enjoyment, peace of mind and happiness, not one ounce of which have I enjoyed for the last five years.
The agony will soon be over, unless they draw again their double barrel guns and shoot me for daring to speak the truth. Come see! For the sake of gold, they would crush a brother-in-law; nay, more, they would even drive daggers to the hearts of the children of him who never faltered, in the hour of their deep distress, to such ungrateful men as George W. L. Twiggs, (read pamphlet) and the distinguished Major General D. E. Twiggs, U. S. A.
Come see them, in “my deep distress,”—the Attorney and sons—hang up themselves and the departed dead in infamy before the world, by the fiendish persecutions of me, the son-in-law, and brother-in-law, of this Twiggs family.
Come one, come all, and, as poor old Major Twiggs remarked after the sale and sacrifice of my most valuable property under the sheriff's hammer, in 1852,—“By George! he stood it like a man—as fast as one negro was sold he had another ready!”—and you will see I will have another ready to answer to the fiendish persecutions of his malicious sons.
JAMES L. COLEMAN.

Augusta, Ga., Dec. 26, 1856.


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