~x-~1a~e Stories	.	Pace Two	~	5
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a bi~ 1~Jce on one corner of the farii. Marster owned half ~ leagae, maybe more.

	“I W2~S 12 years old. when freed. I can remeaber the w~y my x~i2rster come hoae from the war. The oIde~t son, Os~c~r, an~ I was out in the yard, arn~ I saw ~arster first, coi~in‘ down the roadS, ax~d I hollered and. screa~ned, I~, Osc~r, Marse John‘s a.-cominl Marse John~s a-~COmin‘ home!‘ We stayed. on with them ‘till they ai]. died. off but Oscar.

	H We neyer ch~nged. our name ‚ tlfl aft er the Civil W~ar. Then

Marse John said, ‚ M~rimy Li ~e ~ you ~ott~ choose a natte. ~ He carried us into Tyler to a bure~ or something. Ma~iay Lize say, ‘I~ii goln; to

.	keep the name UcPar]~nd. I al&t ~ot no other n~rae.t

. .	“My father w~s a slave fro~u another fana. My mother was the cook. She cooked it all In the s~e place for white folks and us. ~Ve ate the serie, when the vrhite folks was finished. They‘s a bi~ light bread oven in the yard of the big house and. in front of the quarters, under a big tree. That one baked the pies. The cabins had a big f ire~ place . wi der than that piano there. They‘ d. hang rc~eat and sa~.isp~e and- ~r~T thee in the fireplace. Cut holes in ham and hang thera there. Had big hogeheads filled up with flour, corn and wheat.

‚ ~	USoxae pore njggers were h~,f starred. They belonged to other

\\	~ people . Mlesue Mary would call them in to feed. ~ ea ‚ see ‚ e~i outside the


2 fence p•icktù‘ up scraps. Theytd call oat at night, ‘Marse John, Marse
‘~\ Jo!rn.*: ~ afraid to coiie inda~jtirne. Marse John‘d. say, tWhatts the

~	~Theytd say, ‘I‘se hongry.‘ Hetd say, ‘Come in and git it.~ ~ Ee‘d~ ct~re lots o±‘ meat, tor wetd hear ~em hollerin‘ at nicht when they‘d


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