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	“When us left Marse Gerald and moved nigh. Athens he got a old Nigger named Egypt, what had a big fambly, to live on his place and do all de wuk. Old Marster didn‘t last long atter us was gone. One night he had done let his fariii hands have a big cornshuokin‘ and had seed dat dey had plenty ot supper and liquor to go wid it and, as was de custom dein days, some of dem Niggers got Old Marster up on deir shoulders and toted him up to de big house, singin‘ as dey went along. He was jus‘ as gay as dey was, and joked de boys. When dey put him down on de big house porch he told Old Mistess he didn‘t want no supper ‘cept a little coffee and bread, and. he strangled on de tust bite. Mistess sont for de doctor but lie was too nigh gone, and it warn‘t long ‘fore he had done gone into de glory of de next world. He was ‘bout 95 years old when he died and he had siio been