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Dibble, Fred, P. L, Grey, Bernice. VJ.,
Beaumont, Jefferson, Dist. #3.

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‘~uite bl&ck, with close-‘cut hair and stubby gray whiskers, ISAAC MARTiN is contentedly 8pending the eveuir~g of his life. But two or three darkened teeth show between his thick lips as hb talks. He was enjoying the friendly shade of the old tree in his baeky~rd from his comfortable se9t in ~n old rocker. His feet were bare and his once striped trousers were rolled up above his knees to keep him cool in the hot ruidsuamner wea~ ther. Beside the chair was a paIr of brogan shoes with gaping splits across the toes to avoid craniping hisfeet. He told the story of bygone days with evide~it enjoyment.


	“Dis ~1t ~ je& layiri‘ ‘roun‘. Ain‘t nuttin‘ to him rio 1~ • I done wo ‚ out. I es ~ ii‘ for de Good i~Iarster to call p0‘ ~]t Isaac home to Glory.“

	‘t~J~en dey read de proclamation to my inanimy and daddy

dey mek ‘em g~ive eb‘rybody‘ age in de faxn‘ly. I was twelve year‘ o1~ den.“
	‚tI was bo‘n up here in Montgomery county ‘bout t‘ree

mile from Willis upon de I&GN Railroad. I hoip to bull‘ dat I&ŒN Railroad.“

	t‘oit Major Wood he my daddy‘ marster, arid ‘course he
mine too. He was well fixed. He had ‘bout seb‘xity or eighty