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{t~e day about seben or eight Yankees corned trount ~

place lookIû.‘ fer Reb. scouts, dey said, but dey ain‘t f1n‘~ none so de~r goes on tbout dere business. De next ~y a few

of our soldiers brings Marse Joe‘s body home frumde wa~
	ti ~ doari ‘m~b~r whar he wus killed but he had been dead

30 J~ong dat he had turned dark~ an‘ Santho, a little nigger, sez ter me~ ‘I thought, i3ob, dat i‘ud turn whi~te when I tent ter heaben but hit ‘pears ter me lak de white folkses am gwine t er turn b lack • ~ ‚

tiWe buried young LIarse Joe under de trees in de family

bUrIiflt grount an‘ we nigger~ sung Swing Low $weet Chariot an‘ :~earer My God to Thee an‘ some others. De oie rnissu~ wu~ right nice ter evertbody dat day an‘ she let de young n~is~u~ take chargeof all de business frum dat time.

	~1V/e stayed on de Ru~d plantation fer two years atter de war ‚ den we moves ter ~ethod whàr I met Edna Crowder a ~e courted fer seberal months an‘ at las‘ I jist puts my arm ‘rount ~• her waist an.‘ I axes her ter have me. ~ She ain‘t got no mammy ter ax so ~he kisses me an‘ tells me dat ~he will. ~

t*DUDjflt de eour~e of our married lift we had five

chifluns but ~ only one of. d~ni lived. ter be . named, dat wus

~	Hyaciiith, an•‘ he d~ied ‘fore he wus a month old.

t1:~~~a~ died: too, ~ix years ago, an‘ lef‘ i~i~ ter de	. . ~:

merelei ‘o.t:de won‘.. Ail my brudders an‘ .~iaters dead,	~ ~



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