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I was about fourteen. You see, honey, I never could read or write, but I can count, and I can remember -. Lawdyl how I can remember. Well, there I was on the block, just scairt and shiveri~ig - I was just cold all over -. and them there nigger trade~‘s was jest a talki~i‘, when down that long lane came Massa Sid, and I‘m tellin ‚ you, it was the Dear Lawd that sent him. He was a ridiri‘ on his hoss, arid he stopped right in fro~iit of me, sta~iding there on the block. He looked at his boys, then he tur~ied to thorn ntg~er traders atid yelled out, ‘What you all dom‘ here?‘ The boys told him there was just so ma~iy riiggers on the place, arid they wa~itod same money and whe~i the nigger traders come along they thought they would sell a few‘ ~iiggers. Honey, I‘m tellin‘ you, Massa Sid turned to them ~iigger traders aiad said, ‘you nigger traders get out of here. These are my ni~gers atid I do~i‘t sell riiggers. I can feed them all, I do~i‘t watit a~iy help.‘ „ He grabbed me right off of the block arid put me o~i the hoss in froiat of him aAd set me down in froAt of my cabin. Sceered, oh Lawdy I was sceeredi No, suh, Massa Sid ~aever sold rto niggers.“

	“I must tell you about what happened one night while we were all there in the camp • One of the mas sa‘ s b oys that loved my uncle, came crawling on all fours, just like a pig, into camp. He passed the pickets, and when he found my wide he laid there on the ground in my uncle‘s arms and cried like a baby. My u~icle was old but he cried too and after a while he told the boy that he must go back -‚ he was ‘fraid that the pickets would see him arid he would be shot, so he went with him, crawling on all fours just like a pig, till he got him past the picke ts ‚ arid our young mas ter Aeirer s~w my uncle any more • Oh ‚ hotiey,