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	“De cotton, flax, and. wool what our clotnes was made out of was growed, spun, wove, and sewed right dar on our plantation. MarseJohn had a reg‘la~seamster what didn‘t do nothin‘ else but sew. Sunmertime us chillun wore shirts what looked lak nightgowns. You jUSt pulled one of dem slips over your haid and went on ‘cause you was done dressed for de whole week, day ~nd night. Wintertime our clothes was a heap better. Dey give us thick jeans pants, heavy shirts, and. brogan shoes wid brass toes. Surtrniertirne us all went bar‘foots.

	“Old Marster John McCree was sho‘ a good white man, I jus‘ tells you de truf, ‘cause I ain‘t in for tellin‘ nothin‘ else. I done ~us‘ plum forgot 01e Miss‘ lust name, and I can‘t git up de chilluns‘ names no way. I didn‘t play ‘round wid ‘em much nohow. Dey was jus‘ little young chillun den anyhow. Dey lived in a big oldplankhouse - nothin‘ fine ‘bout it. I ‘members de heavy timbers w~s mortised together and de other lumber was put on wid pegs; dere warn‘t no nails ‘bout it. Dat‘s all I ricollects ‘bout dat dere house right now. It was jus‘ a common house, I‘d say.

	“Dere was a thousand or more acres in dat old planta~ tion. It sho‘ was a big piece f land, and it was plumb full of i~iggers - I couldn‘t say how many, ‘cause I done forgot. You could hear~at~bug1edçoverseer blowed to wake up de slaves for miles and miles. He got ‘em up long ‘fore sunup and wuked ‘ein in de fields long as dey could see how to wuk. Don‘t talk ‘bout dat overseer