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JAN~~ ~IIC~ENS POO~tB~ of WASHINGTON.J1.LKES



	A story of happiness and contentment on a big plantation where there were “a heap of us slaves“ is told by Jane Miokens ~Poombs who said she was“five er six years oie whende Wah corne on (1860 ) ‚ or rnab,~‘y a li t ? le o I‘ er . „

	She is a bright old woman, well and spry despite the fact she “wuz conjured onst when I wuz young an‘ dat lef‘ me lame an‘ dis eye plum‘ out an‘ de t‘other bad.“

î ~ When asked about the conjuring she said: “No‘m, I don‘t

I ‘zackly know how t‘wuz, but enyhow somebody what knowed how ter.

I ‘wu‘k root~ß~got me laine on dis side, an‘ ray eye out, jess kase I wuz a decent, nice Ïookin‘ gal, an‘ went on ‘tendin‘ ter my

. us me s s an‘ pay i‘ d ein no mind . Da t ‚ s d e way d ey d one in d ein ~ days, jess jealjous of nice co‘ored niggers. Yassurn, I wuz sick fer nigh on ter two years an‘ de doctuhs never knowed what ailed nie, ~ey clone everything dey could, but I wuz conjured an‘ dey couldn‘t hep‘ me. ~ doctuh—man fruui up yander in New Talk culli down here ter see his folks, an‘ he tried to ~re me, but doctuhs ka,~n‘t ~~‘conjured folks, so I had ter lay an‘ suffer “tu de conjure wore out. Dem whut done dat knowed dey done me wrong, but I kept trustin‘.tin my Lawd, an‘ now dey‘s gone an‘ I‘se er sturnblln‘ rou.a‘ yit. No mai, I never knowed jess whut dey done ter rae, but hit wuz bad, I kin tell yer dat, hit might nigh‘~kilt me,“