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dogs tor hi s “whi e folica ‚ „ trained them t o be good hunters as that was one of the favorite sports of the day.

The last man to whccn T~a wa~ sold was Mr. ~‘in Mc~kuder ‚ of B~nanue1 County.

He was living in a ~3ir.a11 cabin belonging to It‘. MoGruder, when he married.

“I ‘members“ ‚ said Tcxn, “That Old Merstar and Missue fixed up a lunch and they and their chillun brought it to my cabin. Then they said, ‘Nigger, jump the brośi‘ and we witz married, ‘cause you see we didn‘t know nothing ‘bout no cer~mony.W

It was with Mr. Mc~k‘uder that TOEn entered the army, working for him as his valet.

“I wuz in the army for ‘bout four years, “Tan said. “I fought in the battles at Petersburg, Virginia and Chattanooga, Tennessee. I looked alter Old Marster‘s shoes and clothes. Old Marster, what he done he done well. ~ He was kind to me and I guess better to me s~etimes than I deserved but I had to do what he told me.“

“Do you r~nember any of the old songs you used to sing?“ we asked. “Missus, I can‘t sing no mo‘,“he replied. But pausing for a few minutes he raised his head and sang in a quiet voice, the words and melody perfectly clear;

“Why dc you wait, dear brother,
Oh, why do you tarry so long?
Your Saviour is waiting to give you
A place in Hie sanctified throng.“