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	‘~Our Marster evermore did raise de cotton ~ Iots~ of it to sell, and plenty for clothes for all de £olkses, white and black, what lived on his. place. £11 de cloth was home-naade ‘cept de calico for de best Sunday dresses. Chillun had to spin dethread and deir rnamniies wove de cloth. ‘Fore de end or de war,• whilst I was still so little I had to stand on a box to reach de sp~nnin‘ wheel good, I could spin six reels a day.

	“Chillun was happy iithen ho~-‘k1llin‘ time corne, Us warn‘t ‘lowed to help none, ‘cept to tetch in de wood to keep de pot bum‘ whar de lard was cookin‘. Our Mist‘ess allüs had de lard rendered in de bigges‘ washpot, what dey sot on rocks in de fireplace. Us didn‘t mind gittin‘ de wood for dat, ‘cause when dein cracklin‘s got done, dey let us have all us could eat and, jus‘ let nie tell you, iviissy, you ain‘t never had nothin‘ good ‘lees you has et a warm skin cracklin‘ wid. a little salt. One tinie when dey was renderin‘ lard, all us chillun wascrowdin‘ ‘round close as us could git to see which one could git a cracklin‘ fust. Mist‘ess told us to stand back ‘fore somebody got burnt; denl4aramy said she was gwine to take de hides ofî‘ our backs ‘bout gittiri‘ so close to dat fire, and ‘bout dat time somebody ‘hind me girrinie a quick push; and in de fire I went. Marster grabbed me ‘most time I hit dem red coals, but one t~and and arm was burnt so bad I had to wear it In a sling for a long time. Den Marster laid down de law and told us what he would do if he cotch us chillun harigin‘ ‘round de Lire whar dey was cookin‘ lard again.