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	“Mr. Criss Moore was kickin‘ a nigger boy. Old Miss say, ‘Crias, quit kiokin‘ him, you hurt him.‘ He say, ‘I ain‘t hurtin‘ him, I‘m playin‘ wid himi‘ White boys played wid nigger boys when they come round the house. Glad to meet up to get to play.

	“Mr. Criss Moore ‚ J~r. (~obn Moore ‚ s grandson) i s a doctor way up North and so is Mr. Daniel J‘ohnson, 1‘r. One of em in Washington I think. I could ask Miss Betty Carter ilion I go back to Mississippi.

	“When I left Mississippi Mr. Crias hated to see me go. Mr. J‘ohnson say, ‘I wanted all our niggers buried on our place.‘ He say to J~im, my husband, ‘Now when she die you let me know and I‘ Il help bring her back and bury her in the old graveyard.‘ When my papa died Mr. Yohnson had the hearse come out and get him and take him in it to the graveyard. He was buried by mein and nearly all the ~ohnson, Moore, and Reed (or Reid) niggers ~iried there. My husband is txiried here (Hazen, Arkansas) but he was a Curlett.

	“Papa set out apple trees on the old ~Tohnson place ‚ at Ill ar‘ apples. The old farui place is forty-~eight miles from‘ Tupelo and three niiles from Hou.lka, Mississippi.

	“My mother had eighteen children and I had sixteen but all mine dead now but three. Mains‘ s ma and grandpapa Haley had twenty-.two children. Yes rTla‘am, they sho did have plenty to eat. Mars Daniel say to his wife, ‘Cornelia, feed my niggers.‘ That bout last be said when he went off to war. Mars Green, Daniel, and J~immie three brothers. Three 3~ohnson brothers buried their gold money in stone jars and. iron cookin‘ pots fore they left sud went to war.

	wThen the fightin‘ stopped, people was so glad they rung and rung the farm bells and blowed horns ~ big old cow horns. When Mars ~niel cœ~ home