Ex—slave Stories	Page Three	G
(Texas)





in white man‘s barn. I never slep‘. every time I hears ao~ething, I jtwrps up and master be standin‘ there, lookinV at me, but soon‘s I git up he‘d. leave. Next night I slep‘ out in a hay field, and master he git right tc~p of a tree and start holleri& at me, I never stays in that place. I gits g&ne from that place. I gite back to town fast as my legs carx7 me.

	“Then I sits lookeà up in jail. I don‘ t know what for, never did. know. One the men says to me to come with him and takes me to the woods and gives me an ax. I. cuts rails till I nearly falls, all with chain locked ‘r~nd feet, so I couldn‘ t run off. ~ He turns me loose and I wanders ‚ gain. Never ha& a home. Works for men long ‘nough to git fifty, sixty cents, then starts roamin‘ ‘gain, like a stray dog like.

	“Aft er long t ime I marri es l‘aline Graham. Then I has a home and. we has a white preacher marry us. Je has one boy and he farms and I lives with him. I worked at sawmill and farms all my life, but never could make nnxch money.

	“You know9 the nigger was wild till the white man made what he hai out of the nigger. He . done ed‘ oat. them real smart.