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Camphene & Burning Fluid for Sale


There is darkness behind light. We take it for granted—lighting is cheap, easy, and quick. It was not always so.

In a survey carried out by a newsmagazine in the late 1850s, people were asked to list the most important and useful things invented in the previous two decades.  At the top of the list: matches

Matches made starting light so much easier and faster.  They were referred to at the time as "lucifers" from the devil angel's name which means in Latin "bringer of light." 

Now, with lucifers, there was no more careful tending of a fire not to go out, or the difficult journey to a neighbor’s farm for a bit of fire to carefully take home.  Candles, lamps, and cigars could now be lighted anywhere. Matches were so cheap they were available to all levels of society. Originally made from phosphorus, matches could burst into flame with the slightest friction—in a pocket, scuffed on the floor, or simply dropped. Not surprisingly, the number of accidental fires increased dramatically.  “Children playing with matches,” became a commonplace entry in insurance claims whether true or not, while newspapers pleaded “Parents, teach your children not to play with matches!”

Matches were made at terrible human cost, mostly using child labor.  Working with phosphorus 12 hours a day six days a week quickly affected children.  Their clothes and even their breath glowed in the dark.  It made them stink. Worse, it caused the gums on their jaws to rot and fall away, leaving them in great pain and with a gruesome glowing smile and sometimes literally jawless.   


Phosphorus reached the match manufacturers’ buildings, having already left a trail of misery. Phosphorus was extracted from guano, bird dung built up over millennia on small islands off the coast of Peru.  It already had a market since guano was a very popular fertilizer sold to farmers by the ton. The islands were remote and very small, generally a few hundred yards long and wide. Slaves, often kidnapped Chinese, used pick axes and shovels to dig up large, crystalized chunks to load ships that would call to collect it every week or so.

Matches & Candles for Wholesale


Jackdaws Shouldn't Play With Matches!

Candle making in the early 1800s was not the easy hobby it is today using microcrystalline wax and other oil by products. Most candles then were made of tallow—hardened pork or beef fat. To efficiently use all the fat from a recently slaughtered hog or cow required an operation of several days.  It was a domestic chore despised by many women. Wicks had to be spun; a large amount of firewood gathered; racks to hang partially dipped candles on made; chunks of fat cut to be boiled down and refined in large kettles over several days.  In the end, the housewife was rewarded with dozens of candles giving off as much smoke and foul odor as they gave dim light. 



That’s where turpentine comes in.  I had been puzzled compiling clippings for this blog by the numerous ads in newspapers, particularly in the eastern Carolinas, for “turpentine stills.” Turpentine was made from refined pine sap. The Piedmont and Coastal Plains of the Carolinas were covered with pine forests.  For more than a century the region had been known as a center for “naval stores,” tall straight masts and spars as well as lumber, turpentine and tar derived from pine sap.  Pine tar was an excellent water barrier.  Wooden ships were practically encased in it. No wonder sailors were often called “Jack Tars.”

In the 1830s it was discovered that turpentine mixed with alcohol created a brightly burning substance variously called “camphine” or “camphene.” Most people referred to it as “burning fluid.” It was cheaper than candles and gave off more light. It was far cheaper than whale oil and gave off almost as much light.  It was not as bright as gas light or as inexpensive but only factories and the rich and emerging middle class could afford the upfront expense of having gas lines and fixtures installed.

Turpentine Tax



Notice; far more turpentine than rice or cotton produced in North Carolina

At the same time whale oil was becoming much more expensive.  Not only had over hunting made whales rarer, but new factories, mainly steam powered textile mills, found whale oil the ideal lubricant for their machinery.  Gaslight meant factories could run day and night.  As they churned out hundreds of yards of cloth, they certainly could outbid anybody else for whale oil.

All that cloth had to go somewhere—and it did--into the new industry of ready-made clothing. Mr. Singer’s sewing machine was not yet widespread, so sewing was still the hand work of women.  Sewing men’s shirts was a respectable way to eke out a living.  After a woman’s chores of cooking, cleaning, and child care were done if a woman worked all night, she might be able to finish two or even three, shirts.  If her shirts were of good quality, she would be paid four cents each.

Piece work sewing at night required good light and it had to be cheap light.

Camphene seemed to be the right product at the right price at the right time. 

Except that:

It was dangerously explosive.

Camphene Lamp

Handled carefully and burned in the lanterns specifically designed for it, camphene was relatively safe.  With the decline in use of whale oil, second hand whale oil lanterns became cheaper. They would burn camphene, too.  Knocked over or even jarred roughly, camphene instantly exploded into a fireball. 

Overwhelmingly, the victims were women and children and not just the ones in the immediate area of explosion.  Camphene use was widespread in ramshackle tenement buildings.  One explosion could set the building on fire and the fire would spread as it consumed more camphene lanterns.

Rather like mass shootings today, after each tragedy newspaper editors and politicians would inveigh against the cynical businessmen selling camphene.  And then nothing would change. There was no real alternative.



By the late 1850s it is estimated North Carolina’s pine woods provided 90 percent of the nation’s light.

Harvesting turpentine was much more profitable than wringing cotton out of long depleted soil. Slavery in a turpentine operation was different than that of a plantation—but it could be no less brutal.

Slaves were given axes or machetes and taken to an area of woods and put to hacking open areas –called “boxes” --at the base of pine trees.  Then, cuts would be made on the tree trunk above the box.  Months later, slaves would collect the pine sap and take it to a turpentine still. The stills were generally located near a stream or river so barrels of turpentine and refined tar could be easily loaded onto barges and floated downstream to ports such as Wilmington.  From there, it would be shipped north to mixed with alcohol distilled from Midwestern grain and the result sold to the poor in the northeast and all over the country.

Turpentine production was viewed as way to make a slave economy possible again.  At the time, the chief cash export was breeding slaves to be sold to the new plantations in the Deep South.

The Civil War cut off  turpentine to the camphene trade.  Then the Federal government dramatically raised the tax on alcohol to help fund the army.  And an alternative to camphene now existed.  Kerosene derived from the new oil fields of Pennsylvania was both cheaper and readily available.

By the end of the war, the light of camphene was extinguished.

My thanks to Jeremy Zallen, associate professor of history at Lafayette College.  His book “American Lucifers-the Dark History of Artificial Light 1750-1865”  (UNC Press 2019) pointed me in the right direction to look further into newspapers of the times.  His overview explaining how various events and social transitions affected the economics of everything from candles to coal mining is superb. 



Below--In Defense of Camphene





Camphene Explosion




Gas does not mean coal gas or oil gas in ad above






Another Camphene Explosion


And Let There Be Light!

















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