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Dibble, Fred, P.L, Grey, Bernice, V.L, Beaunmnit, Jefferson, Dist. #3.



t.~e~‘e,‘ and ol‘ marster jis‘ set up on de hass and laugh and laugh a lot to see us come runnin‘ up. He like to count how m~nylitl niggers he did have. Dat was fun for us too. I ‘member dat jes‘ like yestiddy.“

	“N utt ‘ went hard wid nie . u‘ s I know ‚ bout s ‘ ry dem was good times.“

	“Dey had tbout t‘ree or fo‘ hundred of 8heep. My father hafter kill a mutton eb‘ry Friday for de house. Dey bring up de sheep and somebody holt de head ‘cross a block and my father cut de head off wid a hatchet. Sheeps is de pitifullest t‘ings to kill. Dey jis‘ give up. And dey cries, too. But a go~at, he don‘ give up, flaw sth, he talk‘ back to you to de las‘.“

	ni ‘member one time dey gwlne to give a school feas‘, and dey gwine kill a goat. Dey hang dat goat up to a tree by he hind legs so de blood dreen good. Dey cut he t‘roat, dat‘ s de way dey gwtne kill ‚ im. Dat goat seem like hG

	t on talkint and sayin‘ ~ ‘Please, ~ God, ‘ kil]. ‘ to de las‘, but dat ain‘t done rio good. Dat goat jis‘ beg to de las‘.“

	“M~r ol‘ marster he live in a big house. Oh, it was a palace. It had eight or nine rooms. It was buil‘ outer