5torles 0±‘ Ex..SIaVęS ~ (Cordelia Jackson)	~ ‚ page

He run out wid a gun arid went to de wood. pile; den he hollered to me arid said, ‘Delia, come out here, de whole world is shaking‘. G.od sho showed hi4 power dat night. ~ver since dat I been fixed wid ~ It won‘t lorigatter dat, us heard a noise in. our other room. Old man~ went in dar and see‘d a panther climbi.n~ up Thr our rations. He grab~ bed his gun from over de do‘ and shot dat panther in de co.~ner.
t?1 used to think dat niggers was tools dat called nie a nig.~

ger. I go arid tell Liiss Nellie Tucker. Shelow, ‘No, you ain‘t no nigger when other niggers calls yoU one. ‚ Marse William whistle like a ~artridge; den Miss Nellie play her pianriy. ~ I dance arid L~arse send ±~er me a sugar ana. butter biscuit. Marse git his banjo and he pick it fer me to sing ~Oh, Bob white, is your wheat ripe? No~no, not quite. ‚ Dat when I lived as a little ~al on ~~arse ~îi1liani‘s home tract, called Musgrove Tract. ~

-vIs±o~ “Was traveling ~n a~go1d chariot to Heaven. Deoverseer had coae to-bleed me, but I went up. SomethIng say to~1ook back arid see whar you been. I looked back and said, ‘Lavvd, take me whâr no rent won‘t bother me2Lawd answer, ‘Do riot pray dat way. Pray fer Him to do His will‘. Den I axed de Lawd whar is I. lie say, ‘Did you loc~k down on dem chirnneys?‘Den I see‘d dat I was in de chariot wid water all under me. It looked like de sky. •

.-	-- - ~- “To-day, ~I am so 8lad to walk about in Jesus‘ care. I wish people ~ could see my ih. I am a Christ-ian . „ .


Source:	Cordelia Anderson. JaCksOn (78), 15? ICinGs St. Sartanburg,-S.O :-~ Interviewer : Caidwell Sima~ Union, 3.0. . (9/2/37 )~








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