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(~th p~ot~öf Ank	Bishop)


	‘~ri~en (tGabr~el take his silver trump,“ he is ~oin~ to blow soft for the saved and loud for the lOst souls, according to ~k Bishop who was born into slavery ei~hty~nine years ago, and lives in Livingston, Alabama. The days before the war were as ~od as the jresent, Ank believes. He tells of them in the following story o±~ his life:

	“I~y name is Ank Bishop, en I was born in 1849, August 16th, at ~ard, Alab~r~aa. LIy mother‘s name was Amy Larken, an‘ p~y father was Torn Bishöp. I had three brothers, Alf, Volen an‘ Jjp~, an‘ two s1s ters, Cely an‘ Matlidy. Us belonged to Lady Liza Larkin at ‘~‘Tard, right ni.~h Coke‘s Ch~.el. /

	“liiy mother was brou~ht out from South Car‘ lina in a speculator arove, an‘ Lady Liza bought her at de auction at Coke‘s Chapel. S1~ ~.ef‘ her m~uniny an‘ daddy back dere in South Car‘lina ~n‘ never did :ee ‘em no more in dis life. She was bidded off an‘ Lady Liza ~ot ~ler, jes‘ her one froia all her facaily. She was ~t fer Lady Liza‘s i-louse L~.Sl. But so~.~etirne~ she coked orwas de washer, den a~‘in ~e milker~. Twas dy job for to mm‘ de ca~es. Sometimes I went to ..:r‘. Ed ~‘estern‘s stOp at Gaston, three miles from us house, to see i~enw&s any r~iai1 for La&y ~ but ‘twa‘n‘t none.
	tiDey was good to us ‘caze Lady Li2.a‘s son, Mr. ~Villie Larkin, h;S de overseer for hie ma, but cose sometime dey git among ‘em an‘ tirashed ‘em out. One time one de ni~gers runned away, old Caesar 7‘)wnsy, an‘ dey samt for Dick Peters to come an‘ bring his “nigger J3~8~.H Dera doss was trained to ketch a nigger same as rabbit doss