Ghost town of Blakeley, Alabama
On April 9, 1865, at 5:30 p.m, following an eight-day siege, the Battle of Blakeley was fought near Mobile, Alabama. It was fought after the war had ended only hours earlier with the surrender of General Robert E. Lee. This was the last battle of the Civil War and it received considerable news coverage as depicted in a scene from ‘Harper’s Weekly on May 17, 1865.
During the height of its existence, Blakeley was a thriving town which flourished as a competitor to its western neighbor, Mobile. The town is now in an Alabama historic state park known as Historic Blakeley State Park near Spanish Fort.
Native Americans lived in the area prior to European settlers arriving. Blakeley was founded by Josiah Blakeley “an entrepreneur and adventurer from Connecticut who moved to Mobile in 1806.”
He bought 7,000 acres of land in the northeastern portion of Mobile Bay at the old seat of the Apalaches, where the Bayor Salome empties into the Tensaw.
This was the White House plantation, which he had bought from Dr. Joseph Chastang, and after the American occupation he was cautious enough to obtain a release from the Chastang heirs, as he did also from the former owners of his marsh lands. He then hired, James Magoffin, a surveyor from St. Stephens to lay out a town in 1813. Ten lots were sold in July to Warren Ross Dodge for one thousand dollars, one having as high a number as 358, and in a later deed 429 is mentioned. From this and other deeds, it appears there were at least two “public squares,” and that among the street names were Washington, Orleans, Robinson, Franklin, Warren, Greene, Wayne, Clinton, Baldwin, Hancock, Shelby, Clarke, and Blount, besides Plum, Fig, Live Oak, and Ridge alleys. The lots seem to have been 99 by 199 feet. Judson and other Mobilians invested; and the same year Dodge and Garrow bought the neighboring McVoy Mill site of four hundred and eighty acres, with improvements, on Bay Minette.
On January 6, 1814, the Mississippi Territorial Legislature authorized him to lay out a town to be known as Blakeley. Blakeley’s plat duly wafered in the Mobile Deed Book “A.” This was removed in 1822, however to grace the Baldwin County records and then disappear. Samuel Haines was Blakeley’s lawyer, and secured this incorporation, for which, and his general interest in the new town, Blakeley deeded him a number of lots in it.
“Blakeley lived on the Polecat Bay side of his island, above Coffee Bayou, just across the river from Mobile, When he bought from Joseph Collins, the surveyor in 1807, there was already an unfinished dwelling on it, with a well-ditched plantation growing rice, corn, cotton, domestic grasses, and vegetables. Joseph Collins appears to have been its first owner, having acquired it by permit of Osorno April 26, 1803. No Spanish survey seems to have been made, and so later its acreages was found to be 2280, instead of the estimated 4000. He sold it in 1807 to Josiah Blakeley, of Connecticut, for $1500. In the deed Collins describes it as seven miles long. This Yankee made it a plantation, which he called Festino. It was a matter of festina lente, however, for it is even today pretty much in the condition he left it.(1897). The river front is made serviceable by piles and some wharves, but the interior is marshy still. Coffee Bayou, tradition says, was so named from coffee smuggled through it into Mobile by Cyrus Sibley and others in Spanish times. Bull and the other heirs got title from the United States in 1842 only to 1280 acres, and not to the whole island as claimed by Blakeley.”
The oath of allegiance of Josiah Blakeley to the Spanish Crown exists in the archives at Mobile, bearing the date July 10, 1810, The paper recites that he had already lived four years in the district, and had since 1807 cultivated an island purchased from Don Jose Collins. He says that he had lived six years in Santiago de Cuba. He wrote a letter to relatives in Conn, at Mobile transcribed as follows;
Mobile, 28th Feb. 1812,
My Dear Abby,
Your very pleasing, interesting (letter of )December 11 came to hand about the middle of Feb. Could you, my dear niece, know one half the pleasure it afforded me, you would willingly continue your interesting pleasing correspondence. I love your dear mother very much. She knows I love her; but I have one complaint against her, but I have one complaint against her, — that she did not sooner inform me that I had so pretty a niece, who could write so pretty a letter. I thank you for being so particular. Ever was it to me a most consolatory reflection that my dear aged mother was with and under the sole care of your most amiable attentive mamma. . . . The unusual number of years added to the days of my dear mother’s life does not lessen the sorrow of bidding her a last adieu. To me she had been an indulgent, kind, affectionate mother. She knew I loved her; with me her beloved memory will be dear and lasting. With your dear mamma and family, and with all weeping friends, do I most affectionately and most sincerely sympathize. . . .
“Mobile, the great object of contention at this moment between the United States and the Spaniards, contains about 90 houses, all of wood and but one story high. At the south end of the town is a beautiful fort, built by the French and called Fort Charlotte. The town is about thirty miles north of the Gulph of Mexico, at the head of what is called Mobile Bay. This bay is from 10 to 20 miles wide. At the head of this bay, on the west side, stands the now famous town of Mobile. The river Mobile disembogues its waters into the bay by several mouths.
From Mobile to the high land on the eastern shore is three leagues, in which are three rich islands, containing about four thousand acres each. Better land for rice and cotton perhaps the world does not afford. These three valuable islands are mine. The unfortunate dispute between the two nations has rendered it impossible for me to either sell or cultivate these lands. Were the, Americans here, their value would soon be known. Cattle and hogs do well upon them, and no expense. Upon them I have about 30 head of cattle and hundreds of hogs, the hogs wild. I shoot or catch them with a dog. On one of these islands I have a small house and plantation, called Festino. This year intend growing rice. I have also a large survey of land at the mouth of the river Pascagoula, 50 miles west of this. The Gazettes will from time to time inform you what takes place in this country. I have at my Festino plantation the orange, fig, quince, and peach; all do well. It is here too warm for apples.
At Fort Stodert, 50 miles north of this, on the west bank of this Mobile River, is an American garrison of 500 or less troops. A little above Fort Stodert the Alabama from the northeast and the Tombigby from the north form a junction, as you may see from the map. They continue one stream to about a league south of the fort, then again separate, forming the Mobile River on the west and the Tensaw on the east.
These channels pass through a swamp or marsh about ten miles wide, very little of which is fit for cultivation. Below this marsh and above Mobile Bay are my islands, free of wood and proper for cultivation. They are one continued meadow farther than the eye can reach. Burn the grass and it is fit for the plough or hoe. Between this and Fort Stodert, on the west side, poor land; but few inhabitants, these French. In Mobile about 20 white families, those French, Spanish, Americans, and English. You can easily calculate my circle of acquaintance in Mobile is small. I am acquainted on both sides the river, for a hundred miles up, with all the best people.
My room is directly opposite the Roman Catholic Church, the only one here, and in which I sometimes attend Mass, though no Catholic, I love to see religion attended to; it has a good effect on the conduct and morals of the people. From this for 500 miles north, I do not believe there is a church or clergyman, the people almost savage. Land in general poor, and but few inhabitants. Packet boats and other vessels are constantly running between this and Orleans; passage about three days. Orleans is southwest of this. That is a gay, lively place; the young ladies there dance as well and dress with as much taste as any place I was ever in.
You know if the French have money they will both dress and dance. But little attention appears to be paid to the improvement of the mind. Yet many of them make lively, pleasant companions. When I came to this place it was supposed the United States would soon be in possession. . . . By this long delay I have been disappointed. At present my property here is almost unproductive. By the Gazette you will be informed of the state of this country. I long once more to visit the land of my nativity. I have not the pleasure of recollecting you, and suppose you do not recollect me. By a steady correspondence we can become better acquainted. My picture, which I hope is with your beloved mother, will inform you how I look; your mamma can inform you how I talk; my letter will how I write. . . . Several Yankees are here. One of the first merchants in this place is from Connecticut, not far from Stratford. His name is Judson, a good man. This market furnishes plenty of good oysters and fish, and during the winter the greatest plenty of wild geese, ducks, etc. Venison is plenty all the year, often for 1/4 dollar a quarter. . .
“My Festino plantation is about three miles from Mobile, where next month, March, I begin planting Rice. Rice generally grows about as high as wheat; on my island it grows six feet high. It also produces cotton superior to any other land in this country. But I have not negroes to cultivate it; and as the situation of the country now is, I cannot sell plantations. . . .
“Respect yourself, and believe me your sincere friend,
“During this last winter the United States army, which had long been wholly idle in this country, have made a road and bridges from Baton Rouge on the Mississippi to Fort Stodart, also from Fort Stodart to the State of Georgia. I have seen many carriages which came from Savanah to Fort Stodart.
“You may write me, and come all the way by land, and a good road. I inform your dear mamma, soon as the Americans have this country I believe I must beg permission to send for one of her daughters.
“During this last winter we have had one snow two or three inches deep, some of which was on the ground for three days. We have had much cold weather this winter, several times ice half an inch thick; though not so far north as Egypt we have it much colder. I think my islands are as rich as the Delta of the Nile, but they have one advantage: I can water them once in twenty-four hours, which for rice much increases their value. When the waters in the river above are raised forty feet, at my islands they do not rise one inch. They are last in this wild survey.”
Josiah’s last name has been spelled as Blakeley and Blakely
Josiah Blakeley died in 1815 and did not live to see the admission of Alabama to Statehood in 1819.
UPDATE: Transcribed from The Evening Post (New York, New York) August 25, 1819
CAHAWBA, (A. T. ) July 31, 1819
We are informed that Mr. J. Wilson, who lately kept the Hotel at Blakeley in this territory, in travelling to the States, accompanied by two only daughters of the ages of 11 and 13, when within 15 miles of the Creek agency met with his untimely fate, but in what manner is with us as yet conjecture.