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	REMINISCENCES OP SLAV3RY DAYS ‚ ~	~

	It was a beautiful brisk morning In October when I turned into main street to call on one ot the most unique and interestIng oharacters that we have among our colored citizens.

	Upon arriving at the house where Uncle Dave lives, I made my way through a~~ate ~ and the first thing that greeted ~—‘1a~&~i in his back yard was a sign, “No TruspassIng.“ I oalled to a tenant who rents his home to inquire where I might find Uncle Dave. We looked about the premises, and called him, but no response. I was just about to leave in despair,when the colored girl said “maybe he can be found inside,“ whereupon we called him forth. 3Re greeted me with a deep pal of laughter, saying “now you done caught us sho ‚ Mist~~5s ~ „ I told hint the story ot my mission, and,after making various exouses he finally, with a studied reluctance, consented to talk to me a while. He called the colored girl and asked her to bring mm a chair into the yard, which he placed near his favorite out-door lounging place, and. invited me to sit down. Then, with a hearty laugh he said ‚ “now Miss ‚ Just what is it you want me to tell you? „ r want you to tell me all about yourself back in slavery days and since, Uncle Dave.t~~Miss, if I tell you all I ~ow, then you will 1~:f!~~w as iiuch about me as I know.“ Again he burst into laughter, and constrained by a high sense of propriety, but with a-fee14~ ~ perfect ease, he began to relate to ~e in a manner and style all his own ‚ some of ~ the facts ‚-4va~sta~se. aM-kapps~1ng. conneoted with his lit..