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	Nannte Bradfleld l~3 a fat little old woman almost as broad as she is long, with a pleasant face and a broad smile which displays white teeth still good at the age of eighty—five. She lives alone tn a dilapidated cabin which rests in a clump of trees by the side of the raIlroad. The sagging roof is patched with çieces of rusty tin of many shapes and sizes.

~	11Nannie,“ I said, “aren‘ t you afraid to live here alone?“

“H0w corne I be skeered? Ain‘t nobody gwine bother me
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lesen it be a spirit, and dey don‘t come ‘roun‘ èeon on rainy
f‘
nights, den all you got to do is say ‘Lawd have mercy! What you

want here.“‘ and dey go ‘way and leave you ‘lone.

	“kiy how l‘s gittin‘ pretty old and. I won‘t be here so ve‘y much longer so I jes‘ as well start gittin‘ ‘qualnted wid de soirits.“

	“I~ell rae something about your self and your family, Nannie,“ I said. 1‘Dere ain‘t nothin‘ much to tell ‘cep I was ~orn in slav‘y tImes and I was ‘bout twelve year old in l~ay when ‘mancipation come.

-~y Pa and Ma b‘longed to ~~ars James arid Miss Rebecca Chambers, Dey lantation was jes‘ on de alge of to~!n and date what I was born. ~ars Jarnes~ son, ~lliam was in de war and old Mi~5 would send me to town whar all de sorers tents was, to tote sompen good to eat to dem. I don‘t ‘member much ‘bout de war ‘cep de tents and de bum ~hells shootin‘. I was little and couldn‘t do much but ~L waited on ~1l~s Liz‘beth, my young ~1i~g arid waited ort table, toted battle oa&es and sich like . No ma‘arn I don~t know nothin‘ ‘tall ‘bout de 7atterollerg or de Kl~ Kiuxers but ~ know all ‘bout de conjer