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and shoutin‘ at dem old brush arbor ‘vival meetin‘s.

	“Dey had cainpxneetin‘s too. De old Freeman place was whar dey had sonie ot dein tust carnpmeetin‘s, and Hillsb~ro, Mars Hill, and Bethabara was some of de other places whar Marster tuk us to cazripmeetin‘s. Missy, you jus‘ don‘t know nothin‘ ‘bout ‘citernent if you ain‘t never been to one of dem old-tirne c~rnp~ rneetin‘s. . When tolkses would git ‘ligion deywould holler and shout a-testityin‘ for de Lord. ~tter de rneetin‘ dey dammed up de crick and let it gît deep enough for de baptizin‘. Dey dipped de wtiite folkses tust, and den de Niggers. You could hear ‘em singin‘ a xriile away dem cid songs lak: On rordan‘sstormyßanks I Stand, Roll, Jordan Roll, ~ All God‘s Chilluns isa-goin‘ Home, and Whar de Livin‘ Waters Flows I jus‘ can‘t ‘in~iber halt of dem good old songs ‘cause my rnem‘ry ain‘t good as it used to be.“ ilere Gordelia paused. She seemed oblivious to all around her for several minutes, and then she suddenly smiled. “Lordy, Missy,“ she began, “if I could jus‘ call back dem days wid our good. old Marster to look atter us and see dat us had what us .needed to eat and wear and a good coiaf‘table cabin to live‘in, ~ouldn‘t dis be a happy old ‘oman? Lots of de other old folks would lak it too, ‘cause our white folkses d~y sho‘did take good keer of deir slaves.

	“Did you ever hear of dein loÇrollin‘s? On our place dey spent ‘bout two whole days cookin‘ and gittin‘ ready. Marster axed evvybody from fur and nigh, and dey allus corne ‘cause dey knowed he was gwine to give ‘em a good old time. De way dey