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Phoebe Faticette	. .
H~ipton County
.	ELIZA SCANTLING EX-SLAVE
	       87 Years


	“Lt you wants to know about de s lavery times ‚ „ said old Aunt Eliza, “you‘se sure come to de right person; tcause I wuz right dere • „ The statement was easy to believe ; for old Aunt 5 wrinkled face and stiff, bent form bore testimony to the fact that she had been here for many a year. As she sat one cold afternoon in December before her fire of fat lightwood knots, in her one-room cabin, she quickly went back to her childhood days. Her cabin walls and floor were filled with large cracks through which the wind came blowing in,

	“I gits along pretty good. My chillun lives all around here, and my granddaughter tha t ‚ s a- s tandin ‚ at the window dere ‚ take s care of me. Den de goverxmient help~s me out. it sure is a blessing, too - to have sech a good governmentl And ‘Mies Maggie‘ good to me. She br~ght ~ie dis wood, Brought it in her truck herself. Had a colored man along to handle it for her. But I so stiff I sometimes kin hardly move from me waist d~n. And sometimes in de morning when I wake, it is all I kin do to get up an‘ wash me face. But I got to do it. My granddaughter bring me my meal s.

	“I is 87 years old. I know ‘cause I wits so high when de war broke out • Lu ‚ I plowed m~ Jam~ary to July de year ‚ fore p~ ace declare. I remember dat. I vuz a good big girl; but jes‘ a. child - not married yet. Yes‘m I plowed a mule an‘ a wild un at dat. Sometimes me hands get so cold I jes‘ cry. But dey