Keziah Brevard was a widow of about 50, managing plantations outside Columbia, South Carolina. In her diary for Saturday the 9th, she said that “nobody knows the impudence I take here almost weekly — I do hope my sausy negroes will get where they will stand in fear when they are done with me.” On Sunday, some of the “sausy negroes” got a pass to go to the nearby Baptist church:
Lord make me spend this day to thy glory. Jim, Rosanna, & John got papers to go to Beulah Church. Sunday a bright, cold, windy, day — very unpleasant indeed.