DAVE LA~qSON EX~SLL&1JE
MY F~tTFEB tO KIE‘ ~ ~ PRINCIPLE
C}Ůt~tACT.ciiRS TÜLL) IVIE ~NiS STORY YEAFU~3 AGO


	‘T7es, sub, de w~sr I knows ‘lout slavery times is what i~, - tOlc: ne ‘bout how caz~ie dey iiu.ng my grari‘man~x~y an ~ gran‘papt)y. ~)E~ ::l~m der~ hot at de saljc timE an‘ from de same hrnt of de tree, OLIt ~t 1::,13 say back yonder hefot. Mistah Lincoln come dowa here t: s~:t LiS fli~RCrS free. My mammy wuznt but six ~ionths oie den ant :: ~:uzY ~V€fl havcn, but Aunt Becky tole ~rne ‘bout it when I was ole enc;uY to lissen.

	~	am‘ no nice tala you ~Ä~1flC hear. itts de truf, hut L.~t) nice. De fus‘ time I heard it I didńt sleep none for a weeK. Everytime : shut my eyes I seed ~farse Drew Norwood wid dat funnel in his rnouf an~ de hot steam blowint up like a cloud ~‘rouri‘ his wicked face ant skeered eyes. ~ .

	Dey say my grsn‘pappy‘s Olé Marse was de meanest white man de Lawd ever let breath de breaf of life. His name was Marse Drew Norwood . He was de it ant owner anywhare un‘ . He owned more lant an‘ more niggers den an~rbody in Person or Gránvillč counties. But he didn‘ make his m~ney wid no tarin, no suh, he sho didnt, he made his mońe~ buyint~ ant sellint niggers. He bought derh cheao ~flt sold detfl high. He would catch all de niggers dat run away from other plantationa ‚ an‘ keep ~ dein in his lockup ~ twell he fatten dem ‚ de~ he ‘would take dém way off down itt • Georgia ‚ Alabama

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