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on his breaat. Took them out jr~ a field, face them, arid say: ‘One, two, three, firel ‚ Gun3 went off, ~ree Joe slap his hand on his chest, and de bag bU~to

Red j uic e run ai). over him. Older boys say : ‘Run Torn and git o~xt de way .‚ ~arse Torn never stop ‘-bi]. him git to Liverpool, England. Marse William and MaZ‘Se Daniel find him dere ‚ sent money for to fetch him home and him laugh

e bout it when he git back ~ Yes sir ‚ dat j s de grandpappy of Marse Lyle Glenn,

~± big judge right now~	.

	‘t De white folks near ‚ was de Mellictiarnpe ~ de Gladdens ‚ de Mobleya ‚ Lump— kins, Boulwares, Forda, kicketts, auid Johnsone.

	‘t When de Yankees coins, they waa struck dumb wid de way marster acted.

They took thing3 ‚wid a beg your, pardou kind of way ‚ but they nover burnt a single thing, and went off grid deir tails twixt deir legs, kinda shame lak.

I, After freedom I marry a preacher, Torn Johnson. Him die when in his

sixties, thirty years ago. U~ chillun was Enmia, Mansell, Tom, and grover.

Bad white folks didn‘t le.k my husbands Dere was a whiskey still, near our hou3o where you could git three gallons of liquor for a silvor dollar. Him

preach agin-‘ it. Dat gail both makers and driz~kers. Hirn ‘dured persectztion for do Lord‘s sake, and have gone home to his awards.

	‚s In slavery, us have all de clothes us need, all de food us want, and work all de harder ‘c&use us love de white folks dat cared for us. No sir~ roe, none of our slaves ever run ‘way. Us have~ a week off, ~hristznae. Go

widout a pass to Marse Daniel‘s quartera and they come to our ‘n.

	I, Dr • Scott and Dr • Douglas ‘t end ai ck slaves • I don ‘t set myself up to judge ~ree Abe Lincoln. ~ere is sinners ‚ black and white ‚ but I hope and prays to git 40 hebben. Whether I‘S white or black when I git dore, I‘ll be satj~fj~d to see my SaviØr dat my old marster worshipped and my husband