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	‘~1Ts black folks don‘ t want war. They are not war kind ot folka. Slavery waan‘ t right and that ‚ Old War‘ wasu‘ t right neither.

.	“When my children Wa~ all little I kept Aunt Mandy Buford till she died. She was a old slave wc~n. Me and my husband and the biggest children worked in the field. She would Bit about ‘and smoke. My boys made cob pipes and cut cane j‘ints for ‘er to draw through. Red cob pipes was the prettiest. Aunt Mandy said her master would be telling them what to do in the field and he say to her, ‘I talking to you too.‘ $he worked right ataon~ the men at the sane kind of work. She was tall but not large. She carried children on her r ight hip when she was so young she dragged that foot when she walked. The reason she had to go with the men to the field like she did was ‘cause she wasn‘t no multiplying wcinan.. She never had a chile in all her lifetixr~. She said her mother nearly got in bad one time when her sister was carrying a baby. She didn‘t keep up. Said the riding boss got down, dug a hole with the hoe to lay her in it ‘cause she was so big in front. Her mother told hirn if he put her daughter there in that hole 8‘ d cop him up in piece s wid her hoe • He found he had two to concjuer and he let her be, ~it he had to leave ‘cause he couldn‘t whoop the niggera.

	flit I could think of all she tole I‘d soon have enough to fill up that book you‘re getting up. I can‘t recollect who she belong to, and her old talk comes back to nie now and then, She talked. so rauch we‘d get up and go 0x1 off to keep frora hearing her tell things over so many times.

	“Folks like me what got children think the way they do is all right • I don‘ t 1 ike soins of my children‘ a ways but none of u.s perfect • I tells ‚ right tar as I knows. Times what makes folks no ‚ un. Times gets stiff around Biscoe. Heap of folks has plenty. Soins don‘t have much—a.not enough. Some don‘t have nothing,