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	“w. had big todoos along over the c~uitry. Lilt. and blask could go SCIflßtiIßOB. Picnics and preachings inoatly. what I went to. Sc~t1n~aa it waa to a house covering, a oorn sirneking, a corn shelling, . or log rolling. Is went on hunts at night sc~.

	“Se.aay (saucy) Negro.. got the most licks. I never was sassy. I never got b~it a mighty tew licks from nobody. le was alaves and. that is about aU tosay. .

	•1 learned. to fiddle after the fiddler on the place. Uncle ~im was the fiddler. Andy Jackson, a Whit. boy, raised him. He learned him to read and write in alavery. Mter alavery I went to learn from a Negro man at night. I learned a little bit. My master wouldn‘t cared if ~e had learned to read and write but the white tolka had tuition school. Scme had a teacher hired to teach a tew of them about. I could learned if I‘d had or been ‘round somebody knowed something. He read to us aonm. Es r~ad places in hie Bible • Anything we have and ask him. le didn‘ t have booka and papers. • I loved to play my riddle, call figurs8, and tell every one what to d~o. I didn‘t take stock in reading and. writing after the tar.

	“My parente had the nax~ of being a good set of Negroes. ~as wae raleed by folks named Morrow and pa by folks nawad Strahorn. When ma was a little gal the Morrowe brought her to Tenneuse. My parente both raised in South Carolina by the Morrowa and Strehorna. I was twenty yéars old in th• War.

	They had a big battle seven or eight miles frcei our homes. It started at daylight Sunday morning and lasted till Monday evening. I think it was Bragg arid mel. The North ihooped. It was a roar end shake and we could hear the big guns plain. It was in Hardin County clos. to Savannah, Tennessee. It was thies to be scared. We was ail diatreusd,

	“My master died, l•ft her a widow.