Phoebe Mitchell Day Memoir - University of Illinois Springfield

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So, we was f'rightened, and I had my little brother, Richard, with me--
he was three years younger than me;-and didntt know what to do, only
we went, . . . Sister took us and we went over here at the railroad,
here on Nineteenth Street and Reynolds, and got up in the boxcar until
they called the militia cut, see, Thls happened at night, you know.
Q, Yes, You, your sister and your brother, you went bto the rail-
mad car.
A, Went over there to the railroad and got In the boxcar; we wasn't
by ~urselyes. There was just, just . . .
Q. There were other people?
A, Oh yes, white and colored, yes. I just prayed for an engine to cane
up there and back up there and pull us away-somewhere. But, along up
and through the day, why, they said, "EVerything is--you can go back home."
We came back home.
Q, Do you member what day this was, now?
A. Oh, we didn't stay there ordy just up until day. I guess up around
about nine or ten olclock in the day, ami militia was out, see. So, we
had a cornfield there where LQrginsf house is now.
Q. Oh, 1605 [East Reynolds street]?
A. Yes, and Mother-we had a tmnk of things, and we put that in the
midle of the cornfield so they probably wouldntt see it, you know, see,
which they didn't. Of our whatever, ow valuables.