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	by herself in a house on the place. They never bothered. her. She wasn‘t

	kin to us but Moater Milton owned her and kept her fed, We raised sugar cane, hogs, corn, and goobers. The sugar-cane had no top. I got a, whoop-i ing every Monday. Mama whoop me. We go drink sugar‘.~cane juice in the trough at the mill. We got up in. there with our feet. They had to wash out the trougiis, it was a wood house. It was a big mill. He sold that good syrtip in Atlanta. It wasn‘ t sor~hwu. The men at the mill would scare us but we hid around. They come up to the house and tell on us. “We had moved from the farm when they birned Atlanta. From the place where Ivioster Milton rei\~geed I could hear a roaring all the time r~early9

	sometimes clearer, and the roaring was broke sometimes.

~‘Moster Milton run the farm when he run the hotel cept I was born at

	the hotel and Mistress Thursday lived there then too. He had all Negro overseers, each overseer had a certain lot of hands to do what he told

	them. He didn ‚ t have no trouble • He told them if they made something for thorn and him too it would be fine, if they didn‘t work they would have to

do without, They had plenty they said.

“My mama was sold on the block in Virginia when she was twelve years old. She and her little brother sold the same day. Moster Milton Stevens bought her. The same man couldn ‚ t buy them both, didn‘ t have money enough. They had a little blanket and she and her brother cut it into and iut it around their shoulders. They been sleeping together and Moster Milton brought her home on his horse up behind him. Her mama was cr~ing when she left here She never heard nor seen none of her folks no more she told me. (The old Negro cried.)

“My mama and papa was dark but both was mixed. They never told

	me j~ it was white or Indien. Papa was a taIl, big bony men.