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~C~J~OGER~ ~L.
Age about 82
Hulbert ‚ Okia.


	I‘m getting old. and lt‘s easy to for~et~ most of the happenings of slave aays; anyway I was too little to know much about them, for my rnamn~y told. me I was born about six years before the War. My folks was on their way to Fort Gibson, and on the trip I was born at Bo~gy Depot, down In
	southern Oklahoma.	-

	There was a lot of us children; I ~ot their names somewheres here. ï‘es, there was George, Sarah, ~mma, Stella, Sylvia, Lucinda, Rose, Dan, Paxnp, Jeff, Austin, Jessie, Isaac and. And.rew; we all lived. in a one-roöm log cabin on Master ~ place not far from the old. military road. near Choteau. Mammy was raised. around the Cherokee town of Tahlequah.

	I got my naine from the Rogers‘ ‚ but I was loaned around to their rel-. atives most of the time. I helped around the house for Bill McCracken, then I ~as with CorneliuB and Canine Wright, and. when I was freed my Mistress was a Mrs. O‘Neal, wife of a officer at Fort Gibson. She treated. me the best of all and. gave me the first d.oll I ever had.. It was a rag

. doll wi th~ charcoal eyès and. red. thread worked in for the mouth. She allowed me one hour every day to play with It. Theil the War end.ed. Mistress O‘Nea]. wanted to take me with her to Richmond, Virginia, but my people would.n~ t let me go. I wanted. to stay wi th her, she was so good, and she promised. to come back for me when I get older, b~.it she never d.Id.

	~	All the time I was at the fort I hear the bugles and. see the soldiers marching around., but never did I see any battles. The fighting must have been too far away.