Ex—slave Stories	Pace Three	~
(Texas)





good hosses but allus ri~ a mule. He come in from a neighbor‘s one day F~Y1d the taule throwed him on a stob ~fore he ~ot to the house. We he~red a hollerin‘ down the ro~3, but didn‘t pny no ‘tention, 1cause they‘s allus all kind rP.cket twine on. ?in‘iy soraebodv ~av, “!~hat sound like ~i and we ~oes clown there ~ it was ri~.se~. ‘Fore he 11e h~ calls all the cullud chilien to him and shakes hands ~nd tells ~ to be good.

	“~•7e ‘lOnf:s to he son, Ruben, then, and stays with him three years after surrender. Lordy me! Ho~ I hates to think of ~e~a ~ ~ that wars Young missy cry a whole week, tmause she fear her men folks ~wine ~it kilt, They did, too. Fer t~o bo~rs, George and Frank, ~its kilt, ~nd heep of the neighbors boys gits kilt, too.

	“!in‘Iy us leaves Mp,ss~‘. ?ub~n ~ goes to Shreveport nnd I ~narries Snyder. The ‘Progo‘ Mars1u~l marr~s us. W~ r~is~s two aals and I lives with ~ Snyder died twenty~~two years a~o ~and all them years I ~nade a livin? washln‘ and. ironin‘ an~ co~‘kin~ ‚ up t o six years ago. I gits a pension from the gov‘raent now and ~t ~xa $1O~OO a month. It‘s mighty good of the white folks to tRke care o~ this old nigger, but I‘d rather work, only I ain‘t ~b]-€ no more.