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would gib us sticks of candied honey, an‘ L~wd chile was d~n good. I et so much once, ah got sick ‘nough to die.

	Our iilaster was what white folks call a “raiser“. I reiuernbah one time, he hid :~3,OOO, ‚between de floor ar~‘ de ceilin‘ ‚ but when he went fur it, de rats had done chewed it all up into bits, 11e used to ~:o to de stock auction, every Monda~r, ‘n he didn‘t weah no stockinc~s. He had a high silk hat, but it was tore so bad, dat he held de top n‘ bottom to-gether wid a silk neckerchief. One time when ah went vdd him to drive de sheep home, ah heerd some of de men w-id kid gloves, call him a ~h±l1_b1llytl ?~ make fun of his clothes. But he said, “Don‘t look at de clothes, hut loo~ at de~man~.

	One t~une, dey sent me dawn de road to fetch somethin‘ ‘n I heerd a bunch of horses corri.n‘, ah jumped ovah de fence ‘n hid behind de elderberry bushes, until dey passed, den ah ran home ‘n toi‘ ‘em what ah done seen. Pretty soon dey come to de house, 125 (Jnion soldiers ant asked fo‘ something to eat. We all jumped rount and fixed dem a dinnah, when dey finished, dey looked fo~ i/Laster, but he was hid. Dey was gentlemen ‘n didntt botha or take nothin‘. When de war was oirah de liaster gave Mammy a house an‘ 160 acre farm, but when he died, his son Clay tole us to ~et cut of de place or he‘d burn de house an‘ us up in it, so we ief‘ an‘ moved to Paris. After I was married ‘n h~d t~ro children, me an my man moved north an‘ I‘ve been heah evah since.