"When us got sick, Old Mistis looked atter us herself, and she gin us oil and turpentine and lobelia and if dat didn’t cure us, she sont for de doctor—de same doctor dat come to see her own fambly. Sometime a old nigger die, and Old Marster and Old Mistis dey cry jes’ lak us did. Dey put ’em in a coffin and bury ’em in de graveyard, wid de white preacher dar and nobody didn’t work none dat day, atter us come back fum de graveyard.
"Our beds was bunks in de corner of de room, nailed to de wall and jes’ one post out in de flo’. De little chilluns slep’ crosswise de big bed and it was plum’ full in cold weather.
[Illustration: _Allen Sims, Lee County, Alabama_]
"Our clothes was osnaburg, spun and weave’ right at home, and it sho’ did last a long time. De little niggers jes’ wore a long shirt, ’twell dey got big ’nough to work in de field, and us had red shoes made at de tan-yard to wear in winter time; but us foots was tough and us went barefooted most all de winter too. Us played games too, ginerly, jumping de rope and base.
"De grown niggers had good times Sadday nights, wid dances, suppers and wras’lin. De corn-shuckings was de biggest time dey had, ’cause de neighbors come and dey laughed and hollered nearly all night.
"Old Marster and Old Mistis lived in a big two-story white house. Dey had ten chillun, five boys and five gals, and dey all growed up and married off. De old carriage-driver was name Clark, and he sho’ was proud. De overseer was Tetter Roberson, and he was mean. He beat niggers a lot, and bimeby Old Marster turned him off. He used to blow de horn way befo’ day to git de niggers up, and he work ’em ’tell smack dark.
"Atter de Yankees burned up everyt’ing ’cept de cabins, us jes’ stayed right dar wid Old Marster when us freed. Old Marster built a new house for him and Old Mistis, but it wa’n’t much better dan our cabin and dey lived dere ’tell dey died.
"When I growed up, I married Laura Frazier, and us had a big wedding and a preacher, and didn’t jump over no broom lack some niggers did. Us had jes’ two chillun dat lived to be grown. Dey is Filmore and Mary Lou, and us ain’t got no gran’chillun.
"When I got grown, I j’ined de Baptist Church at Rough Neck, ’cause I felt I had done enough wrong, and I been a deacon forty year."