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	“And that was the la8t I seen of her until after freedom. She went o~it and got on an old cow that she used to milk——Dolly, she called it. She rode away from the plantation, because she knew they would kill her lt she stayed.

	“My mother was named I~venia Polk. • She got plumb away and stayed away. on account ot that, I was raised by my mother. She went to Atchison, Kansas—-rode all through them woods on that cow. Tore her clothes all off on those bushes.

	“Once a man stopped her and she said, ‘My folks gone to Kansas and I don‘t know how to find ‘em.‘ He told her Just how to go.

	“My father was an Indian. ‘Way back in the dark days, his mother ran away, and when she came up, that‘s what she come with--a little Indian boy. They called hlm‘Waw-hoo‘che.‘ His master‘s name was Torn Polk. Tom Polk was my mother‘s master too. It was Torn Polk‘s boy that my mother beat up.

	“My father wouldn‘t let nobody beat him either. One time when some— thin‘ he had did didn‘t suit T~ Polk—I don‘t know what lt was—-they cut sores on him that he died with. Cut him with a raw-hidewhlp, you know. And then they took salt and rubbed it into the sores.

	“He told his master, ‘You have took me down and beat me for nothin‘, and when you do it again, I‘m goin‘ to put you in the ground.‘ Papa never slept in the house again after that. They got scared and he was scared of them, He used to sleep in the woods.

	“They used to call me ‚ -‘ t and ‚ Red—Headed mdi an Brat • ‚ I got in a fight once with my mistress‘ daughter,—~on account of that,

	“The children used t o say to me ‚ ‚ They beat your papa yesterday.‘

	“And I would say to them, ‘They better not beat my papa,‘ and they would go up to the house and tell it, and I wuld beat ‘em for tellin‘ lt.