~oject ~I655
	w. w. Dixon	390284
•Wi~sboro, S. C.
		p.
	CE~B1ZY BI~RB~R	‚~ ‚

EX~.sIAVE 81 Yi~kRS OLD.



	Charley Barber ‚ives in a shanty kind of hoüse, situated on a pløt of grOufl~1 containing two acres all his o~aa. It is a mile arid a half southeast of Wmnxtsboro, S. C. He lives vñ.th an anaemic daughter, i~!aggie, vthose chief interests are a number of cats, abowb the prernîses~ and~ a brind1c~, crurnple.~h0rfled co~r that she ties out to graze every morning and milks at evefl~flg.

	Charley is ßquat of figure, short neck, popeyed, and has ~thite ha5.r. EIe tIllS the two acres and produces garden truck that he finds a sale for among the employees of the j~isboro mi1l~, just aorOss the railroad from his home. He likes to talk, and pricks up his ears,( so to speak )‚when~‘ ever anything is related as having ocourred in the past. 11e will importune those present to hear his version of the event un~al.

	“Well sah, dis is a pleasure to have yQu call ‘pou me, howsOme!er it be unexpected dis morni& • Shoot ( driving the chickens out of the house) Shoo ~ ~Git out of here and go scratch . a livin‘ for them chickens. ~ ~ fol~

losqin‘ you. yet ‚ and you won‘ t wean aiid git to layin‘ again. Fust thing you
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know ~rou‘ll be $pOilifl‘ de floor, when us is got company dis ~îery minute.

Seat L • ~ag~te ‚ git them cats out de chairs . long ~ nough~ for Mr. Wood to set

	in oue i~hj1st ~&• .8 come to see me dis morniflt .	~ . ~!Azia~ dat1 s jt1~ ~You ~wants me to talk oirer de days dat am cone? how

‚ dis caine ~out and how dst~ come ‘bouts from de . d~ty Iwa~ bo~rL, to di~ very

•: h~c~*~ Lees Ug~u1~ up~,GUr2~m0k68ta0k8 be~o‘ ~ begin.. ~ you wants a .~ . ~ ~owater~~4: . : ~ • • ~ ~ .

I ~ s~xtr~ft~t )~y gooth~eSS~ Do you hear