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After den, we met another skit of ~rooü. Mies Sue, baby my eyes, (ha~haJM~ \~l1z bu~kød an‘ too if it is ~etch a thin‘ as being so scared yo~ hair stand on yo~ head, r know, nine did. An‘ dat wasn‘t all, dat boy an‘ ne puffed an ~ sweated like bulla. Was feared to stop, cause we might 1~ve been tracked.

	At laat we neared de house an ~ :i: started throwin rooks ön de porch. c~ lid I look a n ~ hea rd dat ~thite ~om~n when ehe hit dat f.loo;, bound n ~ out dat be d she mus‘ fe lt dat I wuz comI n ~ back to her • She called a 11 de men an‘ had 1eni throw a rope to me an~ day drawed me up a piece to ~e window, den I held my arms up an1 dey si~tched me in. Roney, $qureball fled to de woods. I am ‘t neye r heard nothin ‚ ‚ bout him. An ‚ do you know, I didn ‘t leave day $Ø~ßfl~9 house no more for fifteen years?

	LordJ Lordihoney, Squteball an~ I use to sing dis song.

•Twae l~6l, the Yankees niade de Rebels run we‘ll all go atone bun‘

When de Johh;y“ e oo~ne a marchin‘ hone.

	Ohild arr‘ here‘s another one we use to sing. ‘1~ernber de war dont. bin *en v~e vould eir~ dese songe. Li sten noii t


Ain‘t no mort blov:in‘ of dat
	da~rhorn	~ ~

I will sin~, brethern, I ~il~ sing.

A~:eoi‘ frosty morn%n‘ de nigger‘a
mighty good	~

.	Take your ax upon your shoulder.

Nigger talk to de ~ioode,
g,

Ain‘t no mor‘ blowin‘ of dat fo~
day horn.

I will ~ brethern, I will sing.