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

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Slave Narratives: a Folk History of Slavery by Various 58One of our master's daughters wuz cruel. Sometimes she would go out and rare on us, but old marster didn'twant us whupped.Our great grand mother wuz named granny Flora. Dey stole her frum Africa wid a red pocket handkerchief.Old man John William got my great grandmother. De people in New England got scured of we niggers. Deywere afrid me would rise aginst em and dey pushed us on down South. Lawd, why didn't dey let us stay whurwe wuz, dey nebber wouldn't a been so menny half white niggers, but the old marster wuz to blame for that.We never saw any slaves sold. They carried them off to sell 'em. The slaves travelled in droves. Fathers andmothers were sold from their chilluns. Chilluns wuz sold from their parents on de plantations close to us.Where we went to church, we sat in a place away from de white folks. The slaves never did run away frommarster, because he wuz good to 'em; but they run away from other plantations.Yes, we seed the patterollers, we called 'em pore white trash, we also called patterollers pore white pecks.They had ropes around their necks. They came to our house one night when we were singin' and prayin'. Itwuz jist before the surrender. Dey were hired by de slave owner. My daddy told us to show 'em de brandy ourmarster gib us, den dey went on a way, kase dey knowed John Walton wuz a funny man about his slaves. Deygave us Christmas and other holidays. Den dey, de men, would go to see dere wives. Some of the men's wivesbelong to other marsters on other plantations. We had corn shuckin's at night, and candy pullin's. Sometimeswe had quiltings and dances.One of the slaves, my aint, she wuz a royal slave. She could dance all over de place wid a tumbler of water onher head, widout spilling it. She sho could tote herself. I always luved to see her come to church. She shocould tote herself.My oldest sister Violet died in slavery time. She wuz ten years old when she died. Her uncles were her pallbearers. Uncle Hyman and Uncle Handy carried her to the grave yard. If I makes no mistake my daddy madeher coffin. Dere wuz no singin'. There were seven of the family dere, dat wuz all. Dey had no funeral. Derewere no white folks dere.Dey baptized people in creeks and ponds.We rode corn stalks, bent down small pine trees and rode' em for horses. We also played prison base. Coloredand white played, yes sir, whites and colored. We played at night but we had a certain time to go to bed. Datwuz nine o'clock. [HW: New paragraph indicated]De boss man looked atter us when we wuz sick. He got doctors. I had the typhoid fever. All my hair came out.Dey called it de "mittent fever." Dr. Thomas Banks doctored me. He been dead a long time. Oh! I don't knowhow long he been dead. Near all my white folks were found dead. Mr. John died outside.Walton died in bed. Marster Joe Walton died sitting under a tree side de path. Miss Hancey died in bed.I 'member the day de war commenced. My marster called my father and my two uncles Handy and Hyman,our marster called 'em. Dey had started back to the field to work in the afternoon. He said, 'Cum here boys,'that wuz our young marster, Ben Walton, says 'cum here boys. I got sumptin' to tell you.' Uncle Hyman said, 'Ican't. I got to go to work.' He said 'Come here and set down, I got sumptin' to tell you.'The niggers went to him and set down. He told them; 'There is a war commenced between the North and theSouth. If the North whups you will be as free a man as I is. If the South whups you will be a slave all yourdays.'Mr. Joe Walton said when he went to war dat dey could eat breakfast at home, go and whup the North, and be
Slave Narratives: a Folk History of Slavery by Various 59back far dinner. He went away, and it wuz four long years before he cum back to dinner. De table wuz shoreset a long time for him. A lot of de white folks said dey wouldn't be much war, dey could whup dem so easy.Many of dem never did come back to dinner. I wuz afraid of the Yankees because Missus had told us theYankees were going to kill every nigger in the South. I hung to my mammy when dey come through.I thought Abraham Lincoln wuz the Medicine man, with grip in his han', cause he said every borned man mustbe free.I did not think anything of Jeff Davis. I thank de will of God for setting us free. He got into Abraham Lincolnand the Yankees. We are thankful to the Great Marster dat got into Lincoln and the Yankees. Dey say BookerWashington wuz fine, I don't know.The white folks did not allow us to have nuthing to do wid books. You better not be found, tryin' to learn toread. Our marster wuz harder down on dat den anything else. You better not be ketched wid a book. Day readthe Bible and told us to obey our marster for de Bible said obey your marster.The first band of music I ever herd play the Yankees wuz playin' it. They were playin' a song. 'I am tired ofseeing de homespun dresses the southern women wear'.I thinks Mr. Roosevelt is a fine man. Jus' what we need.N. C. District: No. 2 [320169] Worker: Mary A. Hicks No. Words: 130 Subject: EX-SLAVE STORY StoryTeller: Julia Crenshaw Editor: Daisy Bailey Waitt[TR: HW circled "I"][TR: No Date Stamp]EX-SLAVE STORYAs Julia Crenshaw recalled her mother's story.My mammy wuz named Jane an' my pappy wuz named Richard. Dey belonged ter Lawyer R. J. Lewis inRaleigh, dar whar Peace Institute am ter day. Mammy said dat de white folkses wuz good ter dem an' gib 'emgood food an' clothes. She wuz de cook, an' fer thirty years atter de war she cooked at Peace.Before de Yankees come Mr. Lewis said, dat he dreamed dat de yard wuz full uv dem an' he wuz deef. Whendey comed he played deef so dat he won't have ter talk ter 'em. Him he am dat proud.Mammy said dat she ain't cared 'bout been' free case she had a good home, but atter all slavery wusn't de thingfer America.N. C. District: No. 2 [320239] Worker: T. Pat Matthews No. Words: 1,414 Subject: ZEB CROWDER StoryTeller: Zeb Crowder Editor: Daisy Bailey Waitt[TR: Date Stamp "JUN 30 1937"]ZEB CROWDER 323 E. Cabarrus StreetI wont nuthin' in slavery time and I aint nuthin' now. All de work I am able ter do now is a little work in degarden. Dey say I is too ole ter work, so charity gives me a little ter go upon every week. For one weeks'lowance o' sumptin' ter eat dey gives me, hold on, I will show you, dat beats guessin'. Here it is: 1/2 peck
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