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afterward they took the big box of treasures and. carrieΠit out inthe forest arid hid. it und.er the trunk of a tree which was marked. None of the Negroes ever told. the Yankees where it was so when the war ended the master had. his silver back. Of course the war left him without some of the things which he used. to have but he never suffered.

	~	“Then de war came and. we all went to fight the Yankees. I was a body servant to the master, and. once a bullet took off his hat. We all thought he was shot but he wasxi‘t, and. I was stand.in‘ by his side all the time.~

	‘II remember stonewall Jackson. He was ab 1g man with long whiskers, and. very

‚ bra~ We all fought wid. him until his Œeath.~

~	0We wan‘t beaten, we wuz starved out! Sometimes we had. parched corn to eat and.

~.‚ s ometimes we didii‘ t have a bite o ‚ nothing ‚ because the Union mens come and. tuck all

j the food. for their selves. I can still reniember part of my ninety years. I remembers ~ we fought all de W~J from Virginia and wind.ed. up in Manassah‘s Gap.“
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	“When time came for freedom most of us waz glad. We liked. the Yankees. They vr~1~z good. to us ‚ “You is all now free • « ~ You can stay on the plantation or you can go.‘ S7e all stayed there until old. massa died.. Den I worked. on de Seaboard Airline when it come to Birmingham. I have been here ever since.~

; ~In all d~e years since d.e war I cannot forget old. mazsa. He was good. and. kind.

t He never believed in slavery but his money was tied i~ in slaves and. he didn‘t want

\	to lose au he had.“

L ui knows I will see him in heaven and even though I have to walk ten miles for a ‘Dite of bread. I can still be happy to thinTh about the good. times we had. then. I am a Confederate veteran but my house burned. up wid de medalsaid. I don‘t get a pension.“

	“Thank you, mister boesman fer the quarter. It will buy me a little grub. I‘se too old. to work but I has to.~

	The reporter left him sitting with his little pack and. a long for~k in his hands; in hi~ eyes, dimmed with age, a faroff look and. a tear of longing for the Old

Piantation.
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