Ex—slave Stories	Pace Three
‚ ‘(Texas)
89
beck dies and when he buried de lightnin‘ come ~nd split de crave ~xLd~ de coffin wide open.

“Well, time does ~n some more ~nd den Lizzie ~nd me, we

to~«ether and we marries re~‘1ar with a real wedclin‘. .~e‘s been a 1on~ time and. we is happy.

tel ‘members a old song like dis:

It t Old marster eats Theef ~~id sucks on de bone,
	And give us de gristle-~o make, to ivûce, to make, to rn~dce,
	To rnpke de nï~er whistle,‘

~‘Dat all de sony; I ‘member from dose old. clays, ‘ceptin‘ one

more:

‘t t I goe s t o church in early morn,
De bir~1s just a—sittin‘ on de tree--‘
Sometimes my clothes gits very much worn—— I Cause I wears ‘em out at de knee.

t, I ~ ~ ings ~x~d shouts with ~J. 1 ~Œ~T night,
T0 drive away de cold—-
AM de bells keep rin~in‘ in gospel lieht,
Till 1e story of de L~nb ~xsi told,“
git s

t o~ether