Ex—slave Stories	Page ~Four~
(Texas)		~	3




Then I get to the fence I jump over and sot down, Th~ chilien come running and say, ~ Daphne. I They help me mt o trie house but ~ s so scart I e~ulcmn‘ tell ‘em till near bedtirn~ and~ then I say I flt~ar squall like woman cryi-n‘. Mister G~olsb~e say, ‘D~phn~, mt~ce soun~ like you. hear,‘ ~nd I makes a squall, ~nd he stay, ‘Tnrt a panther and itfen he kotclied. you that would have •been the ~nd of you arid that baby oi yourn what you was tot in‘ ‚‚ So ‘bout four o‘clock 1~ that mornin‘ he ~its ‘bout fourteen neighbors and th~ ~awgS and they hunts that rascal ~nd runs him in tbotit 8 or 10 o‘clock. Â span ox mules couldn‘ pull that rascal, I don‘ ‘lieve. He have tne big.~ ~:est tusries I ever seed with these two eyes. They pu~t him in a pot and bile ki~m and make soap out of th~ grease • That pantrier iidn ‚ git r~ or my bab~r but the~y got hi~ii “ne m‘~de soap ou.t of him.