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

Slave Narratives: a Folk History of Slavery by Various 54children of the first Beverly Jones and 'old Miss Julia',) but it don't seem right with Miss Ella gone. Life seemsdif'rent, some how, 'though there' lots of my young white folks an' my own kin livin' round an' they're realgood to me. But Miss Ella's gone!"Goodday, Ma'am. Come anytime. You're welcome to. I'm right glad to have visitors 'cause I can't get outmuch." A bobbing little curtsy accompanies Betty's cordial farewell.Although a freed woman for 71 years, property owner for half of them, and now revered head of a clan of selfrespecting, self-supporting colored citizens, she is still at heart a "Jones negro," and all the distinguisheddescendants of her beloved Marse Beverly and Miss Julia will be her "own folks" as long as she lives.N. C. District: No. 2 [320188] No. Words: 340 Worker: Mary A. Hicks Subject: Ex-slave Story Story Teller:John Coggin Editor: Daisy Bailey Waitt[TR: No Date Stamp]JOHN COGGIN. Ex-Slave Story.An interview with John Coggin 85, of Method, N. C.When the interviewer first visited Uncle John he was busy cutting hay for a white family nearby, swinging thescythe with the vigor of a young man. In late afternoon he was found sitting on the doorsteps of hisgranddaughter's house after a supper which certainly had onions on the menu and was followed by somethingstronger than water."I was borned on March 1, 1852 in Orange County. My mammy wuz named Phillis Fenn an' she wuz fromVirginia. I ain't neber had no paw an' I ain't wanted none, I ain't had no brothers nar sisters nother.""We 'longed ter Doctor Jim Leathers, an' de only whuppin' I eber got wuz 'bout fightin' wid young MissAgnes, who wuz sommers long' bout my age. Hit wuz jist a little whuppin' but I' members hit all right.""We wucked de fiel's, I totin' water fer de six or seben han's that wucked dar. An' we jist wucked moderatelike. We had plenty ter eat an' plenty ter w'ar, do' we did go barefooted most of de year. De marster shore wuzgood ter us do'.""I 'members dat de fust I hyard of de Yankees wuz when young marster come in an' says, 'Lawd pa, deYankees am in Raleigh.'""Dat ebenin' I wuz drawin' water when all of a sudden I looks up de road, an' de air am dark wid Yankees. Ineber seed so many mens, hosses an' mules in my life. De band wuz playin' an' de soldiers wuz hollerin' an' dehosses wuz prancin' high. I done what all of de rest o' de slaves done, I run fer de woods.""Atter de surrender we moved ter a place nigh Dix Hill hyar in Raleigh an' my mammy married a Coggin,dar's whar I gits my name. All of us slaves moved dar an' farmed.""Way long time atter dat ole Marster Jim come ter visit his niggers, an' we had a big supper in his honor. Datnight he died, an' 'fore he died his min' sorta wanders an' he thinks dat hit am back in de slave days an' datatter a long journey he am comin' back home. Hit shore wuz pitiful an' we shore did hate it.""Yes 'um honey, we got 'long all right atter de war. You knows dat niggers ain't had no sense den, now deyhas. Look at dese hyar seben chilluns, dey am my great gran'chillun an' dey got a heap mo' sense dan I hasright now."