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	“Folkses said our Marster must have a powerful sweet tooth on account ot he kept so manybee hives. When bees swarmed tolkses rung bells end beat on tin pans to git ‘ein settled. Veils was tiea over deir haids to keep de bees from gittin‘ to dei.r faces when dey went to rob de hives. Chillun warn‘t never ‘lowed to be nowhar nigh dunn‘ dat job. One day I sneaked out and got up close to see how dey done it, and dem bees got all over me. Dey stung~ue so bad I couldn‘t see for days and days. Marster, lie jus‘ fussed and said dat gal, Cordelia, she was allus whar she didn‘t b‘long. Missy, I ain‘t never wanted to fool wid no more bees, and I don‘t even lak honey no more.

	“Slaves all went to church wid deir white folkses ‘cause dere wern‘t no Nigger churches dem days. All de preachin‘ was done by white preachers. Churches warn‘t nigh and convenient dein days lak dey is now and dey was such a fur piece from de plantàtions dat most of de folkses stayed all day, arid dem meetin‘ days was big days den. De cooks was told to fix de bestes‘ dinners dey could git up, and chillun was made to know dey had better mind what dey was ‘boutwhendeywa‘sin demeetin‘houseorit was gwine to be irnade mighty hot for ‚ ein wh en dey got back home . Dat was one thing our Marster didn‘t ‘low no foolin‘ ‘bout. His Niggers had to be-have deyselfs at de meetin‘ house. ‘Long ‘bout August when craps was laid by, dey had brush arbor rneetin‘s. White folks brought deir slaves and all of ‘em listened to a white preacher from Watkirisville named Mr. Ualvin Johnson. Dere was lots of prayin‘