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could you? Di s was de way of it : It was s et fo r Tuesday . Monday I drive de four—ho s s wa~o~i dowii to dis very town • Mars e John MeCrory ~n d Mars e Ed ~oodward come wid me. They was ~n a bug~r. when us ~ot here, us got twenty sixteen shooters ~ pul them under de hay us have in de wagon. Bar rooms wc~~ here. I had fetched my fiddle tiong and played in i)iarse Fred liabernick‘ s ‘bar ttiI dinner time. Us leave town ‘bout four o‘clock. Roads was bad but us ~ot home ‘bout dark. Us put de ~uns in li!arse Andy ~1obley‘s store. Marse ~d and me leave ir~rse John to sleep in de store and to take care of de ~UnSS

	“De flex? mornint .‚ rolls open in de little school house~by de brick church. I was dere on time, help to fix de table 1~y de w~dow and set de Imilot bo:ces Qn it. Voters could come to de window, put deir arms thru and tuck de ~~ote in a slit in de boxes. Uere was two supervisors, Marse thomas for de~rQocrats and Uncle Jordan for de~ica1s. ~rse Thoi~~ had a book

~nd a pencil, Uncle Jordan had ae saine.

	%tJOe Foster, big buckra nigger, want to vote a stranger. IJarse

Thomas challenge dis vote. in them ti~mes colored preachers so ‘furiate de women, dat they would put on breeches and voto de ‘~blic~ radical ticket. ~e stranger look lok a woinan. Joe Foster ‘spute L~rse Thorriast word and Marse Thomas -knock him dov~n wid de naked fist. Marse Irish ~illy Drice, when him see four or five hindred blacks crowdin‘ ‘round iJarse r2hO~1~S he jw~p thru de window from de inside. w~hen he lit on de ground, pistol went off powL One ni~cer drop in his tracks. L~Wciieen men come from nowhere ~3.nd sixteen, sixteen shooters. Marse Thomas hold up his hand to them and say: ?Wajt~t Hirn point to de niggers and say: ~ i‘ They start to running t cross de railroad, over de hillside and never quit runnint ~il they ~it half a mile away. De only niggers left on dat ground was me,old Uncle Kantz, (you know de old mulàtto,