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8fld mine bofe white and biack~ Ev‘body wililack *andlffen you ~

never see me no rio‘ pray to meet iie in heaven. Den she cried. Her name
	v~as Rose Powell .	. . ~

	‘lus all started den for Mr. Garrett‘s plantation down yonder in de bend, ten chillun and two oie uns, and two white men, and. ué was tr~vel1in‘ solid a month. Fuss thing Oie Marsa say was ‘Now be good terz dese motherless chillun. ‚ Den he went to war, and de overseers forgot

~	all. ‘bout dey promise. When 01e Marsa come back.he done got his a~ shot off, buthe let bofe dem overseers ~o, ca‘se dey done whupped dat. oie ‘oman what come wid us ‚~ deaf. She brought her two little boys, Colvin and ‘Lias, but Joe, dey pappy, didn‘t come ~ he was sole ‘f0 Lias was bawn. Joe never seed ‘Lias.

~~pI sets cross de road here from dat church over yonder and can‘t go ‘ca‘se I‘r~ cripple‘ and bun‘, but I,,heers um singin‘

A riotherless chile se e~ a Mr . ~.m              
Oh, Lord, he‘p her on de road.
	.	Er sister will do de bes‘ she kin
	.	Dig is a hard world, Lord, fer a motherless ch11~e. “And I jes‘ busts out cryin‘. Dat was de song I had in view to

sin:: for you, hit‘s so i~ournful. I knowed ‘twa‘n‘t no ré~l, ‘twa‘n‘t j fl~)tiî1flt lack no reel, ‘ca‘se I been b‘longin‘ to de church for fiftyf~ve years, and I &e~n fancy no reel. I‘m glad I got hit to r~y raine ‘b‘ you lef‘. But my recollection is shailer. I ain‘t never read no V~T~e In no Bible in my life, oa‘se I can‘t read. Some my chillun kin,

ti~~)U~). My husban‘ died arid. lef‘ me wid nine chillun, none of ur~
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C~.~idrj‘t pue; de others outer de fire iffen dey feil in. I had r~o‘n

c1~a~:, but sorae corne here dead arid sorge didn‘t. I got chillun dead in E1r~in~ha~ and Bessemer. Dey ain‘t a graveyard, in dis here settlement ‘roun‘ Prospect where ain‘t got chillun buried. Hettie Ann, right u? ~ere ter Mr. Hawking‘ graveyard, and ray boy whut got killed settin‘