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	My colored grandfather lived to be 115 years old, and at that age he was nover sick in his life. One day he picked up the water buckot to go to the spring, and as he wa~ on his way back he dropped dead.

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	Once upon a time during the Civil ~ar my ~randmotiier was alone with just one Old faithful servant. The Union troops had just about taken everything she had, except three prize sacidlo hors3s and ono ooal black mare Which she rode all the time. She was very fond of the mare and valued it very much. One nlL~}Lt ray ~randinother heard a noise, and called old Joe to go to the barn and see what was the matter. A~ he was nearing the barn someone yelle d tt~1a1..tt ; and Joe being a black man and a servant, stopped just where he was. My grandmother, who had also heard the command, paid no attention whatsoever; she went straight through the dozen or more Union soldiers who were stealing her stock to the one who appeared to be the leader. Uo was ho1din~ her mare; she jerked the briddlo from his hand, led her mare back to the kitchen door, where she hold her the remainder of the night.

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lNhen my mother was a girl she was staying with some kinfolko l‘or one month. These pooplo ow-ned several slaves and among them was one old man— servant who wa s vo ry old and had serve d out hi s us ofulne s s • It was w~r time and food was searoe even for the white folks. The younger and stronger slaves got most of the food, and old Tom was always hungry. My mother finding this out, and feeling sorry for him would slip him bread and other food through a hole in the kitcheu floor. ~& short time after this, my mother married and mpved to .a home, of her own. Old Tom never forgot her kizidness; and fthally

persuaded his master to give hint to my möther, who kept him until his death.
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