TENNESSEE

Year of Statehood: 1796

Demographics ... Then and Now

18301990
Total Population 682,000 4,877,185
Population Per Square Mile 16.4 118.3
Male

Female

348,000

334,000

2,348,928

2,528,257

Urban

Rural

6,000

676,000

2,969,948

1,907,237

White

Black

Hispanic Origin

American Indian, Eskimo or Aleut

Asian or Pacific Islander

Other

536,000

146,000

*

*

*

*

4,027,631

774,925

32,741

9,685

30,938

1,265


* - 1830 Census Data Not Available



Sources: Historical Statistics of the U.S., Colonial Times to 1970, Bicentennial Edition prepared by the U.S Bureau of the Census; and 1990 U.S. Census

Nashville: December 11

Note: Pierson pieced together this excerpt from Beaumont's writings and other sources.

"The eleventh of December, departure from Nashville. The further we advance toward the South the more bitter the cold becomes. Never in the memory of man has anything like it been seen, they say. That's what people always tell travelers who come only once. ..."

Beaumont was mistaken. They were indeed in the grip of extraordinary weather. It was beginning to be colder all over the United States than Americans had known it for a long generation. That very month was to prove the coldest December since 1776. On the fifteenth of the month, or four days after Tocqueville and Beaumont's passage through the Tennessee capital, a Nashville newspaper was to announce that the Cumberland had been so thickly frozen over only twice before in the memory of the oldest inhabitants, the winters being those of 1787-88 and 1795-96.

Not since the winter of '96 had passengers been able to cross on the ice. On the sixteenth the thermometer was to stand at "14 degrees below zero!!" [source: Nashville Republican 12/15 and the State Gazette, 12/17] And at the end of the month a Nashville correspondent would write to President Andrew Jackson [Nichol to A. Jackson, Jackson Papers, Library of Congress] that "we have a continuation of the most cold and severe weather ever known in this Country -- Our river is frozen over and has been so for more than twenty days past -- sufficiently so to bear any weight."

Nor was this all. In far-away New York, on the twenty-sixth of December, Beaumont's friend Philip Hone was to notice an extraordinary thing: "The East River was closed by ice this morning and two or three hundred persons walked across from Fulton Street to Brooklyn. On the turn of the tide the Ice went out, and the Steam Boats were again plying." [source: Hone diaries, NY Historical Society]

And in Cincinnati, on the fifteenth of January, Tocqueville's intelligent young lawyer, Timothy Walker, would be writing to George Bancroft: "So stern a winter has never been known here -- The river closed when there was but little coal in the city, and what there was soon rose to 50 cts per bushel. ..." [source: Society George Bancroft papers, Massachusetts Historical]

But much of this was still in the future as Tocqueville and Beaumont set out from Nashville toward Memphis on the far western frontier of the State. It was the eleventh of December and the two friends were beginning the second leg of their journey, the stretch on which they were to become stranded because (so Beaumont would inform his family) their carriage broke down. Tocqueville was never to describe what happened at all, but Beaumont was one day to publish some notes that would show how much he failed to tell his family at the time. These stenographic jottings, from which quotations have already been made, went as follows:

"... Cold of ten degrees below freezing. The cold increases steadily. Our stage changes to an open charabanc." (It was a demonstration of how little prepared they were in Tennessee for zero weather.) "Frightful roads. Perpendicular descents. Way not banked; the route is but a passage made through the forest. The trunks of badly cut trees form as it were so many guard-stones against which one is always bumping. Only ten leagues a day.

"- You have some very bad roads in France, haven't you? an American says to me. - Yes, Sir, and you have some really fine ones in America, haven't you? He doesn't understand me. American conceit.

"After Nashville, not a town on the way. Nothing but a few villages, scattered here and there, all the way to Memphis. The eleventh of December, the braces and a wheel, then the axle-tree broken. Half the journey covered on foot. We blame our bad luck. Go ahead and complain, we are told; day before yesterday two travellers on the road broke, one an arm, the other a leg."

Here were the three accidents of Beaumont's letter home. But did the charabanc stop for any time? It did not.

(Pierson, p. 577)

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Sandy Bridge, TN: December 12 - December 14

December 12 - Carriage breaks down

Note: Their carriage breaks down and Tocqueville is very ill, so Tocqueville and Beaumont stay here for several days. This excerpt is based also on Beaumont's writing, which, says Pierson, "gives evidence of having been manufactured sometime after the event."

"The twelfth, the cold still more rigorous; we cross the Tennessee, carrying down great cakes of ice, in a ferry. Tocqueville benumbed by the cold; he experiences a chill. He has lost his appetite; his head affected; impossible to go any further, we must stop. ... Where? How? No inn on the road. Extreme anguish. The stage keeps on. ... Here finally is a house: Sandy-Bridge (name of the place), Log-House! No matter, they set us down. ..."


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December 13

Excerpt from Beaumont's writings

Thirteenth of December; what a day! what a night! The bed where Tocqueville is lying is in a chamber whose walls are made of oak logs not even squared, placed one on top of the other. It is so cold it would crack a stone. I light a monster fire; the flame crackles on the hearth fed by the wind which rushes in on us from all sides.

The moon sends us its rays through the interstices between the chunks of wood. Tocqueville gets warm only by stifling himself under his blanket and the pile of coverings I load on him. No succor to be gotten from our hosts. Depth of our isolation and abandonment. What to do ? What is going to happen to us if the illness gets worse? What is this illness? Where to find a doctor? The nearest more than thirty miles away; more than two days required to go get him and return; on my return what will I find?

Mr. and Mrs. Harris (the name of our hosts), small Tennessee proprietors. They possess slaves; in their position as slave-holders, they do nothing. The husband hunts, walks, rides; certain gentlemanly airs; small aristocrats with feudal customs, giving asylum to travelers for one hundred sous a day.

(Pierson, p. 579)

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December 14

Excerpt from Beaumont's writings

The fourteenth, Tocqueville better. It will not be an illness; too weak however to proceed. Difficulty of finding food that will be good for him. Prodigies of diplomacy to get from Mrs. Harris a rabbit that Mr. Harris has shot, and that I make my patient eat in place of the eternal beacon (pig's flesh).

(Pierson, p. 580)

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Travel: December 15

December 15 - Leave Sandy Bridge via stagecoach for Memphis

Excerpt written by Pierson based on Beaumont's writings

The next day Tocqueville was better still and Beaumont sat down to write his mother an expurgated account of their Kentucky and Tennessee adventure. "No doubt you are asking yourself what I am doing in this Sandy Bridge Inn where I appear installed without knowing when I will get away," he laboriously explained. "To relieve you from embarrassment [it was Beaumont who was embarrassed] I will tell you that in coming from Nashville here I was in a small public carriage which was open. ... three small accidents ... cart, which was in pieces ... can't continue."

Once again the two friends had been driven to practice a deceit in order not to worry their foreboding families. But it had been a close call this time.

"The fifteenth of December, great progress:" Beaumont's notes continued, '"The sixteenth, Tocqueville entirely well; his appetite returns. Great desire to flee as soon as possible this inhospitable place. The stage from Nashville to Memphis passes. What a stage! Tocqueville climbs in, not without pain. The cold is still intense. Journey of two days and two nights. New accidents, not serious but not without discomfort.

(Pierson, p. 580)

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Journal entry written by Tocqueville about his host

Conversation with our host at Sandy Bridge, a farmer

He came a few years ago from South Carolina to settle in this place.
Q. Then tell me why all the dwellings we come across in these woods offer such imperfect protection against bad weather. Daylight shows through the walls so much that rain and wind blow freely in. A dwelling like that must be uncomfortable and unhealthy for the owner as well as for his guest. Would it really be so difficult to keep it covered?
A. Nothing easier, but the dweller in this country is generally lazy. He regards work as an evil. Provided he has food enough and a house which gives half shelter, he is happy and thinks only of smoking and hunting.

Q. What do you think is the chief cause of this laziness?
A. Slavery. We are accustomed to doing nothing for ourselves. There is no small-holder in Tennessee so poor but he has one black or two. When he has no more than that, he often has to work with them in the fields. But suppose he has about ten, as often happens, then there is one white man to give orders and he does absolutely nothing but ride and hunt. There is not a farmer but passes some of his time hunting and owns a good gun.

Q. Do you think cultivation by slaves economical?
A. No. I think it costs more than using free labor.

(Tocqueville, p. 94)


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December 17

Excerpt from Beaumont's writings

The seventeenth, arrival at Memphis. Alas! The Mississip[p]i also is covered with ice and navigation suspended. Memphis!! large as Beaumont-la-Chartre, what a fall! Nothing to see, neither men nor things. ...

(Pierson, p. 580)

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December 18

Excerpt from letter Beaumont wrote to his mother

Within the memory of man, nothing like it has ever been seen: for the inhabitants of the South it's a subject of stupefaction. However, the weather has moderated today and we are hoping for the thaw, which would soon start navigation again. We are resolved to wait a week. If it doesn't come in that interval, we shall leave for Washington by retracing our steps. ...

[written] Dec. 18, 1831

(Pierson, p. 581)

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December 20 - Memphis

Excerpt from Tocqueville's letter to his father

On finally arriving in Memphis we found that, several miles above, the Mississip[p]i itself was frozen over; several steamboats were caught in the ice; you could see them but they were as motionless as rocks. If it were not for the vexation we feel in seeing our plans just about foiled (without it yet being in the least our fault), we should not regret the expedition just made through the forests of Kentucky and Tennessee.

We made there the acquaintance of a kind of man and a way of life that we had no conception of. This part of the United States is peopled by a single type of man only, the Virginians. They have retained the physical and moral character that belongs to them; they form a people apart, with national prejudices and a distinctive character.

For the first time we have had the chance to examine there the effect that slavery produces on society. On the right bank of the Ohio everything is activity, industry, labor is honored; there are no slaves. Pass to the left bank and the scene changes so suddenly that you think yourself on the other side of the world; the enterprising spirit is gone. There, work is not only painful: it's shameful, and you degrade yourself in submitting yourself to it. To ride, to hunt, to smoke like a Turk in the sunshine: there is the destiny of the white. To do any other kind of manual labor is to act like a slave. The whites, to the South of Ohio, form a veritable aristocracy which, like the others, combines many prejudices with high sentiments and instincts.

They say, and I am very much inclined to believe, that in the matter of honor these men practice delicacies and refinements unknown in the North. They are frank, hospitable, and put many things before money. They will end, nevertheless, by being dominated by the North. Every day the latter grows more wealthy and densely populated while the South is stationary or growing poor.

[written] Dec. 20, 1831

(Pierson, p. 581)

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Journal entry written by Tocqueville about voting rights and David Crockett

When voting rights are universal, and deputies are paid by the State, it is a strange thing how low the people's choice can descend and how far it can be mistaken.

Two years ago the inhabitants of the district of which Memphis is the capital sent to the House of Representatives an individual called David Crockett, who had received no education, could read only with difficulty, had no property, no fixed dwelling, but spent his time hunting, selling his game for a living, and spending his whole life in the woods. His competitor, who failed, was a fairly rich and able man.

(Tocqueville, p. 267)


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