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saine as any other day.

t, ~3ut Boss ‚ 1f my old marßter wa~ rough and hard and break de Sabbath


E~nd all d~t ‚ he was no worser then what young white folks and niggers is de~ days. You cari see them any time, floppin‘ ‘bout in dese automobiles, a drinkin‘ and a carryin‘ on. Sich stuff is abomination in de sight of a

decent person, much less dat One ~ip yonder.(He pointed upward).

t, I‘s gwine to tell you boss, dat slavery tin~e was beiter forde avor~


age nigger thcri what they i~ gittin‘ now. Folks say dat slavery was wrong ~nd I ‘spose it was, but to be poor like a heap of nig~ers is now, is de worse thing dat ha~ ever come upon them ‚ I thinks • Dis ~ttin ‚ something wrong, ain‘t right. De North had iio business sollin‘ niggers to de South

anti de South ~ hc.d business i‘ them from de North and rnakin ‚ slaves of them. Everything went on pretty nice for awhile, then de North got jealous of deSouth and do South got ‘spicious of de North. I believes dat if you can‘t go over and you can‘t go under, then you should try to g~ ‘round. If de Uig men up North and here in de South had been good ‘nough and s~nart ‘nough, they night could a gone ‘round dat terrible Civil War. I believes

dat.

	t, I !1c~rry Lucy Nelson when I was ‘bout thirty years old. ~he was a bright skin nigger, much brighter than I is. She was hi~i tempered end high spirited, too. She was sho‘ smart, and de best cook I has ever seen. Just plain corn bread, dat oho cooked in do hot ashes of de fireplace, teste sweeter and better than de cake you buy now. But de least thing wou].d git her temper ‘roused. I has knowed her to complain wid de old hound dog us had, ‘Cause he didn‘t run some rabbits out de woods for me to shoot. Fusa wid de cats, ‘cause they didn‘t ketch de mouses in .de house. Quarrel wid de hens,