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in wagons gwine to Mississippi to be sold. I never seed no slave in chains.

	*Sorne few slaves could read and write, and dem what could

read was most allas called on by de others for preachin‘ . McGoliie was de fust cullud preacher 1 ever seed. White folks ‘lowed slaves to make. brush arbors for churches on de plantations, and 1~igger boys and gals done some tall courti& at dein brush arbor2. Dat was de onliest ~place whar you could git to se~ de gals you laicked de best. Dey used to start off services singin‘ ‚ .tCome Ye Dat Loves De Lawd.‘ Warn‘t no pools in de churches to baptize folks in den, so dey tuk tern down to de crick. Fust a deacon went in and mea8ured de water wid a stick to find a safe and suitable place ~ den dey was ready for de preacher and de canidates. Evvyoody else stood on de banks of de crick and jined in de singin‘. Some of dem songs was:

‘Lead Me to de Water for ~o be Baptized,‘ t0h~ Row I love Jesus,‘ and ‚ Oh ‚ Happy Da~~‘ dat Fixe d my Cho ice •‚

	$11 hates to even think ‘bout funerals now, old as I is. ‘Course I‘se ready to go, but i‘se a thinkin‘ ‘bout dein what ain‘t. Punerals dem days was pretty much lak dey is now. ~vvybody iii de country would be dar. All de coffins for slaves was horne~made. Dey was painted black wid smut off of de wash pot mixed wid grease and~ water. De onliest funeral song I ‘members f‘um dem days is:

‘Oh:, livin‘ man
Come view de ground
Thar you must shortly lay.‘

	‘SHow in de name of de Lawd could slaves nrn awayto de North wid dem Nigger dogs on deir heels? I never knowed nary one to