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	“My father made cotton and corn, plowed and hoed In slavery tin~~ ~ old master had seventy4ive or eighty hande, His old ma8ter treated him pretty rough. He whipped them about working, He never hired no overseer

	over them. When be whipped them he took their shirts oft and whipped them on their naked backs. He cut the blood out of soins of them. He never did

rub no salt nor vinegar in their wounds, His youngest son done his over.~ see Ing. He would wh ip them so~time but he waan‘ t tight on them like soi~ that I knowed.

“A fellow by the name of J~iin Holbert was mean to his slave s as a man could be. He would whip them night and day. Work them till dark; then they would eat sapper. Cook their own supper. Had nothing to cook ~xt a little meat and bread and. molasses. Then. they would go back sud bale up three or ~our bales of cotton,. Some nights they work till twelve o‘ clock then get up before dayl gh~~t round four ‘ clock..-and cook their breakfast and go to work again. That was on Yixn Holbert and Lard Moore‘s place. Them was two different men and ‘two different places—~plantations. They whipped their slaves a good deal—always beating down on somebody. They made their backs 8O1‘O. Their backs would be bleeding just like they cut it with knives.

	Then they would wash it down with water and salt.

“On my master‘s farm, each one cooked in his own cabin. Thile the hands

were working, my master left one child, the largest, stay there and taken care of the little ones. ~ ~

	“They had bloodhounds too ; they‘ d run you away in the woods. Send for a man that had hounds to track you if you run away. They‘ d run you end bay you ‚ and a white ‘nan would ride up there and ~ say, ‚ If you hit one of them hounds ‚ I‘ 11 blow your brains ou‘ He ~ d say t your damn in‘ Them hounds would worry you and bite you and have you bloody as a beefs