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241-~-.Tim Allen, Clay Co.
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Mrs. Ed Joiner





~	fer a whiskey debt. . Yes, old Marster drinked dorn up. Den dey was

t car‘ied to Florida by Sam Oneal, an‘ George was jes a baby, You know,

de white folks woulthit oftensep‘rate de mwnmy an‘ baby. I ain‘t

~\see~n ‘erg since.

1_••_~	~Did I work? Yes ma‘m, me an‘ a girl worked in de fiel‘, \~~rr~in~ one row; you know, it tuk two chullun to mek one han‘.

	“Did we have good satins? Yes ma‘m, old Marster fed me so good, fer I was his pet. He never ‘lowed no one to pester zne~néither.

I Now dis Marster was Bob Allen who had tuk me for a whiskey debt, too.

7 Mares &~ssey couldn‘t pay, an‘ so Marss Allen tuk me, a little boy,

t out ‘n de yard w}iar I was playin ‚ marbles • De law ‘lowed de fust thing /

~der~ian ~ he could take‘,

	*1 served Marss Bob Allen ‘UI Gen‘al Grant come ‘long and had me an‘ some others to follow him to Miss‘sippi. We was in de woods hidin‘ de mules an‘ a fine mare. Dis was ~Îter Eman.c‘pation, an‘ Gen‘al Grant was comin‘ to Miss‘eippi to tel]. de niggers dey was free.

	“As I done t ol ‚ you, I was Marse Allen ‘s pet nigger boy . I was called a stray. I slep‘ on de flo‘ by old Miss an‘ Marss Bob. I

could‘a slop‘ on de trun‘le bed, but ii tas so easy joe to roll over an‘ blow dem ashes an‘ mek dat fire burn.