Slave Narratives: a Folk History of Slavery in the United States

Slave Narratives: a Folk History of Slavery by Various 37[Footnote 4: The old man was too ill to walk out on the porch for his picture, and his mind wandered toomuch to give a connected account of his life.]N. C. District: No. 2 [320190] Worker: Mary A. Hicks No. Words: 793 Subject: Ex-Slave Story Story Teller:Henry Bobbitt Editor: Daisy Bailey Waitt[TR: No Date Stamp]EX-SLAVE STORIESAn interview with Henry Bobbitt, 87 of Raleigh, Wake County N. C. May 13, 1937 by Mary A. Hicks.I wuz borned at Warrenton in Warren County in 1850. My father wuz named Washington, atter GeneralWashington an' my mamma wuz named Diasia atter a woman in a story. Us an' 'bout forty or fifty other slavesbelonged ter Mr. Richard Bobbitt an' we wucked his four hundred acres o' land fer him. I jist had one brothernamed Clay, atter Henry Clay, which shows how Massa Dick voted, an' Delilah, which shows dat ole missusread de Bible.We farmed, makin' tobacco, cotton, co'n, wheat an' taters. Massa Dick had a whole passel o' fine horses an'our Sunday job wuz ter take care of 'em, an' clean up round de house. Yes mam, we wucked seben days aweek, from sunup till sundown six days, an' from seben till three or four on a Sunday.We didn't have many tear-downs an' prayer meetin's an' sich, case de fuss sturbed ole missus who wuz kindersickly. When we did have sompin' we turned down a big wash-pot in front of de do', an' it took up de fuss, an'folkses in de yard can't hyar de fuss. De patterollers would git you iffen you went offen de premises widout apass, an' dey said dat dey would beat you scandelous. I seed a feller dat dey beat onct an' he had scars as bigas my fingers all ober his body.I got one whuppin' dat I 'members, an' dat wuz jist a middlin' one. De massa told me ter pick de cotton an' Isot down in de middle an' didn't wuck a speck. De oberseer come an' he frailed me wid a cotton-stalk; he wuza heap meaner ter de niggers dan Massa Dick wuz. I saw some niggers what wuz beat bad, but I ain't neberhad no bad beatin'.We libed in log houses wid sand floors an' stick an' dirt chimneys an' we warn't 'lowed ter have no gyarden,ner chickens, ner pigs. We ain't had no way o' makin' money an' de fun wuz only middlin'. We had ter stealwhat rabbits we et from somebody elses [TR correction: else's] boxes on some udder plantation, case demassa won't let us have none o' our own, an' we ain't had no time ter hunt ner fish.Now talkin' 'bout sompin' dat we'd git a whuppin' fer, dat wuz fer havin' a pencil an' a piece of paper er a slate.Iffen you jist looked lak you wanted ter larn ter read er write you got a lickin'.Dar wuz two colored women lived nigh us an' dey wuz called "free issues," but dey wuz really witches. I ain'treally seen 'em do nothin' but I hyard a whole lot 'bout 'em puttin' spells on folkses an' I seed tracks whar dayhad rid Massa Dick's hosses an' eber mo'nin' de hosses manes an' tails would be all twisted an' knotted up. Iknow dat dey done dat case I seed it wid my own eyes. Dey doctored lots of people an' our folkses ain't neberhad no doctor fer nothin' dat happen.You wuz axin' 'bout de slave sales, an' I want ter tell you dat I has seen some real sales an' I'se seed niggers,whole bunches of' em, gwin' ter Richmond ter be sold. Dey wuz mostly chained, case dey wuz new ter deboss, an' he doan know what ter 'spect. I'se seed some real sales in Warrenton too, an' de mammies would besold from deir chilluns an' dare would be a whole heap o' cryin' an' mou'nin' 'bout hit. I tell you folkses ain'tlak dey uster be, 'specially niggers. Uster be when a nigger cries he whoops an' groans an' hollers an' his