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Caidwol]. and.move to Texas. Miss Maggie x~arry Marse Camel Ca].d.well and.

move to North ‘Carolina.	.

	“My pappy die dunn‘ de war. ~kfter freedom, mau~ty marry a ugly,

no ‘eo~t nigger name Mills Douglas. She had one child by him, name Janie. i~t manm~iy name her dat ou-b of memory and lc‘ve for old mistre ~s s ‚ in slavery time. I run away from de home of rrxy step-pappy and. got work wid Major

Thoanas Erbe. I work for him ‘tu I become a full grown man and come to be de driver of de four-‘hoßa wagon.

	ttQfle day I see Marse Thomas a j~j~1t • de ears on a fiddle and


rosinin‘ de bow. Then he pull dat bow ‘cross de belly of dat fiddle. Sumpin‘ bust loose in me and s ing all thru my head and tingle in nty fingers. I make up my mind, righl. then and dere, to save and buy nie a fiddle. I got one dat Christmas, bless GodL I learn and been playin‘ de fiddle ever since. I pab one foot while I playixit . I kept on playint and pattint dat foot for thirty years. I lose dat foot in a smash up wid a highway accident but I play de old tunes on dat fiddle at night, dat foot seem to be û~reuab de end of dat leg (indicating) and pats just de same. Sometime I ketch myself lookin‘ down to see if it have come back ar~ jined itself up to dat leg, from de very charm of de music 1 UIa1CiU~ wid de fiddle and de bow.

	“I never was vez~ popular wid. my own color. They say behind it~r back, in t76, dat I‘s a whità folks nigger. I wear a red shirtthen, drink red liquor, play de fiddle at de ‘lection box, and vote de ~vrhite folks ticket. Who I marry?

S ~ m&rry E~llen Watson, as pretty e. gi~ger cake niggér as ever fried a batter cake

or roll ed her arms • up in a flash tub • How I git her ‘1 I ~ never git her ; dat fid

~ ~ die got her. I play for ail de white folks dances down at Cedar Shades, up at Biackstook. De money roil in vthen someone pass tro~d de hat arid sayz 1D6 ~ S

~ç~- fiddler?‘ Eilen had more beaux ‘ro~d her than her cot~ld eha]ce a stick at but
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