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July 2008

History:
Washed by History
Written By: 
Suzannah Smith Miles

It’s a forgotten island, an uninhabited outpost at the entrance of Charleston Harbor accessible only by boat and hidden from view by the trees of James Island. Yet the wind that whispers across its eroding shoreline is the voice of history. From Charleston’s earliest beginnings, Morris Island has played a defining and often dramatic role in the Lowcountry story


Morris Island appears to be a quintessential barrier 
island—long and narrow, fronted by a surf-lined beach with marshland at the rear. Yet it’s an island in trouble.

The erection of jetties in the 1880s to create a central shipping channel into Charleston 
Harbor caused an alteration of currents that has inexorably eaten away its shoreline. Today, it is less than one-quarter of its original size. Consequently, most of the land on which Morris’ history took place is now underwater. The most impressive evidence of this is the lighthouse, which is now an island unto itself, surrounded by the water of Lighthouse Inlet.

Even without human interference, the island has experienced an ever-changing geography. Until the late 1700s, the island we now know as Morris was actually three separate islands. At the harbor mouth was Cummings Island, in the center was Morris Island, and on the southern end, forming the largest of the three, was Middle Bay Island. Storms and natural wind and wave action eventually molded the trio into one single entity. For simplicity’s sake, this article will refer to the original three islands as “Morris Island.”

The Stono, Etiwan, and other early coastal tribes undoubtedly used the island for hunting and fishing. Yet even after colonization, it was only sparsely settled. With scarce freshwater and scant arable land, the environment was unsuitable for planting. Situated as the gatekeeper of the harbor, however, it witnessed almost every significant event to touch Charleston from 1670 onward. This culminated in the mid-1860s, when the island was the scene of intense and bloody fighting during the Civil War.

Coffin Land

There is an inherent sadness when walking the Morris Island beach—a melancholia that seems to permeate its windswept openness. Perhaps it’s the loneliness of the beach, its wildness and isolation. Or, as some attest, perhaps there really is a residual aura that echoes Morris’ tragic history.

This centuries-long legacy began in September 1700, when vessels carrying Scottish colonists from the failed Darien colony in Panama put in to Charles Towne for repairs. The small flotilla had barely left Panama when they encountered a hurricane in the Gulf of Mexico. The storm demasted their flagship, the Rising Sun, and severely crippled the others. The ships limped into Charles Towne under makeshift rigging and anchored offshore, likely at the deepwater area off Morris known as Five Fathom Hole.

While historical accounts vary, most place the number of men, women, and children on the Darien vessels at about 200. All stayed aboard except for a small group that went ashore with the Presbyterian minister, Archibald Stobo, who had been invited into town to preach, and his wife.

Of the many hurricanes to hit Charles Towne, the storm of September 1700 leaves one of the saddest records. The Darien vessels were dashed to pieces, and all aboard drowned, their bodies later washing ashore on Morris Island. An account written years later by Charlestonian Louisa Susannah Wells, “The Journal of a Voyage from Charlestowne to London in the Year 1778,” recalled how the dead included “women with their infants clasped to their breasts.” It took an entire day to bury the victims. This heartbreaking experience touched so deeply that the island soon became known as “Coffin Land.” It was an apt moniker: The Darien colonists were but the first of many who, over the ensuing centuries, would be buried in the island’s lonely sands.

Beacon to the Sea

In the days of sail, the first introduction to Carolina for those arriving by sea was the white beach of Morris Island. The main shipping channel was then a deepwater trough that began at Lighthouse Inlet and ran parallel to the length of Morris Island all the way to the harbor mouth. Other smaller channels led into the harbor, but they were surrounded by a network of sandbars that shifted with the tides. Even when using the main channel, “crossing the bar” was risky business. Over the years, numerous ships went down in the attempt. Vessels often lay at anchor in Five Fathom Hole for a week or longer while they waited for favorable winds and tides.

An even more basic problem for mariners was locating the main channel. The islands and inlets along the southeastern shoreline look maddeningly alike from sea. To 
remedy this, in 1672 beacons were placed on Morris Island and its counterpoint on the other side of the harbor, Sullivan’s Island, to guide vessels to port. According to the National Park Service, these first beacons were tallish wooden platforms lit with “fier [sic] balls of pitch” and oakum, a material made from hemp that served as the wick. Placed in an iron basket, they were set afire nightly by a keeper who usually doubled as a coastal watchman.

In 1767, Samuel Cardy, the builder of Charleston’s St. Michael’s Church, was commissioned to erect a brick lighthouse “with a lanthorn [sic] on top” on Middle Bay Island. This first “Charleston Light” was an octagonal tower that stood 42 feet tall. Situated at the southern end of the island, it served both as a beacon signifying the port and as a range marker noting the entrance to the shipping channel.

It was this lighthouse that the Patriots darkened during the Revolutionary War to inhibit British maneuvers when, in December 1775, a fleet of British men-of-war began amassing off Charleston as they prepared to attack Sullivan’s Island.

Anchored at Five Fathom Hole, the British apparently made use of their proximity to Morris Island. General William Moultrie states in his Memoirs that John Morris 
supplied the British with meat from the cattle he kept on his island. Moultrie also notes that the city’s Council of Safety quickly ordered the livestock removed and the lighthouse extinguished.

Moultrie and his Patriots would win the Battle of Fort Sullivan in June 1776, forcing the British to flee. Yet when the British returned in 1780, they emerged victorious. A testimony to the Morris Island light’s importance: one of the first things the British did after taking Charleston was to make the lighthouse operational again.

The onset of the 19th century brought a new lighthouse to Morris Island. This was a 102-foot-tall tower with a revolving beacon that could be seen 12 miles out to sea. At this time, Morris Island served as the site of the town’s lazaretto, a quarantine station more commonly referred to as a “pest house.” Quarantine was the first defense against the importation of virulent diseases such as smallpox, yellow fever, and cholera. In 1834, the pest house had some 40 beds. Sadly, not everyone quarantined survived, and those who died were buried on the island in a potter’s field.

“Hell can’t be worse than Battery Wagner.”

With the advent of the Civil War, Morris Island’s situation at the harbor entrance made it one of the most strategically important sites for the Confederacy. By 1863, two fortifications had been erected on the island. Battery Gregg was built into the dunes at the northeast tip of the island. Named to honor Confederate General Maxcy Gregg of Columbia, it had three heavy cannon sighted on the shipping channel.

About three-fourths of a mile to the south was Battery Wagner, placed in a narrow section of the island so that it was protected in front by the sea and at the rear by the marsh. Named to honor Confederate Colonel Thomas M. Wagner of the S.C. Regular Artillery, it was sturdily built of sand, earthworks, and palmetto timbers. Its walls stood 30 feet high, and its casemate—a fortified gun emplacement—was armed with an arsenal of heavy cannon.

From early July until mid-September 1863, Federal forces attempted to seize Fort Wagner. Union troops numbering approximately 11,000 were supported by the Federal fleet offshore—an armada of gunboats, monitors, and the powerful USS New Ironsides. Wagner was manned by less than 800 Confederates from South Carolina, North Carolina, and Georgia.

The siege of Battery Wagner lasted 58 days and involved two assaults against the fort. Considered one of the great contests in military history, it was a proving ground for radical new techniques: trench warfare and land- and sea-mines, and the advent of semi-submersibles as well as the submarine CSS Hunley.

After a failed attempt to take the fort by land on July 10, 1863, the Federals stormed it again on July 18. This ill-fated charge, led by the Massachusetts 54th (Colored) Infantry, was one of the worst slaughters of the Civil War. Yet the heroism shown by the 54th was lauded by men on both sides, and recounted in the 1989 movie Glory.

At sunset on July 18, under the command of the youthful Colonel Robert Gould Shaw, the 54th bravely charged the fort at the double quick. Supporting them were the 5th Connecticut and the 48th New York. As they reached the fort, they were hit by a blizzard of shot and shell. Ranks of men were mowed down, and Shaw himself was killed while attempting to breach the parapet. The attack was an unmitigated disaster.

“Language has not the power to describe the horrors of the night succeeding that assault,” wrote Confederate Major Robert Cogdell Gilchrist, who was at Fort Wagner during the battle. “Federal blood flowed by the bucketful. Few could move within that fatal area and live.” Union casualties numbered between 1,500 and 2,000 men. The Confederate loss was 174. Most of the fallen were hastily buried in the sand around the fort.

Unable to take Wagner by direct assault, the Union resorted to siege warfare, digging a line of trenches towards the fort while Wagner was bombarded daily from Federal batteries on Folly Island and the warships at sea. Life on the island for both Union and Confederate soldiers became one of unrelenting torment. Aside from the constant barrage, one of the worst challenges was finding fresh water. “Dead bodies were all around,” wrote John Harleston, a Confederate courier on the island. “The water smelt and tasted of them and was half salt anyhow.” Wrote one North Carolina soldier, “I have heard the preachers talk about Hell, a great big hole, full of fire and brimstone…. But Gentlemen, Hell can’t be worse than Battery Wagner.”

The Federals in the trenches faced a more horrific problem. Their digging unearthed the bodies of those killed in previous assaults. Union engineer Major Thomas Brooks reported, “Many soldiers, friends and foe, were wrapped in blankets only, and others not that. As the siege progressed, the scarcity of earth compelled a second, and in one case, a third disinterment of the same corpse.” Nor were all the bodies those of their fallen comrades. Brooks ended with this macabre note: “On an old map, Morris Island is called ‘Coffin Land.’ It was used, I am informed, as a quarantine burying-ground for the port of Charleston.”

Union forces never succeeded in taking Wagner by force. On the night of September 6, both Batteries Wagner and Gregg were secretly abandoned. The Union took Wagner the next day, unopposed. All told, it had cost the Union 2,318 in dead or wounded to capture the resolute fort.

Now in Union hands, in 1864 Morris Island became as densely populated as ever in its history. The Federals built a supply base and wharf at the south end, and some 10,000 men were bivouacked there.

In August 1864, the island briefly became a prisoner-of-war camp where 600 Confederate prisoners were confined in a one-and-a-half-acre open stockade on the beach directly in front of Battery Wagner. Since Union prisoners were being held in Charleston and the city was being fired upon by the Union, the Union command felt that a similar placement of Confederate prisoners in the line of fire was justified.

During the 45 days the prisoners were kept in the pen, three died of starvation. Although 18 shells exploded directly over the stockade and several actually landed inside, miraculously no one was killed. Despite the placement of these human shields, the Confederates never stopped firing, and one Confederate artilleryman quipped, “We simply improved our aim.” For their bravery during captivity, these prisoners became known as the “Immortal 600.”

A Slow & Steady Demise

With the lighthouse destroyed during the Civil War, work began in 1872 on a new tower. Illuminated for the first time on October 1, 1876, this is the 174-foot-tall seacoast light with horizontal markings that now stands surrounded by water in Lighthouse Inlet.

At about this same time, work was begun on the two lines of rock jetties that would form the central shipping channel that now leads into Charleston Harbor. As a stopgap to erosion, spurs from the main jetties were to be extended to the beaches of Sullivan’s and Morris islands. The spur to Morris, however, was never completed. This, coupled with the severe back-to-back hurricanes of the late 1880s, caused the island to begin eroding at an alarming rate. Once again, the dead buried on Morris Island would have no rest. The lightkeeper at the time reported that after every storm he would fill a wagon with the unearthed bones for reburial.

By the turn of the century, only the outline of Battery Wagner remained. By the 1930s, the lighthouse was at the water’s edge and the lightkeepers’ house was practically underwater. Today, the lighthouse stands some 1,600 feet offshore, surrounded by water.

Perhaps the greatest danger to the island in recent years has been the threat of commercial development. Over the last decade, there have been plans for condominiums and luxury residences. In May 2008, The Trust for Public Land, a national nonprofit land conservation organization, brokered a partnership between the landowner, conservation groups, and the City of Charleston, which now owns the island. Under the aegis of the Charleston County Parks and Recreation Commission, the island will remain protected and preserved.

Indeed, what remains of Morris Island is hallowed ground. It’s impossible to say how many have been buried on the island since it was given the name Coffin Land. From shipwrecks, disease, and war, this beautiful barrier island has perhaps received more dead than any other place in South Carolina. Erosion continues to eat away its shores, but the history made here cannot be washed away.




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