how I got the tobacco; but I did not let on that Brooks was backing me.  In two weeks we had taken in $1,600.00, and I was happy as I could be.  Brooks was a fine fellow—­a northerner by birth, and did just what he said he would.  I received one-half of the money.  Of course this was all rebel money, but I was sharp, and bought up all the silver I could find.  Just as we got on the other half of the box, Brooks received word that the Yankees were coming, and to send all the hands to their masters.  I was glad that I had made some money, knowing that I would need it if I gained my freedom, which I now knew was quite probable, as the Union forces were gaining ground everywhere.  But the message ended my money-making, and I prepared to go home to Panola.

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Going back to Panola.

Mr. Brooks fixed the return papers so that my wife and I could leave the party of slaves at Demopolis, and go on thence to Panola by rail, to convey the news to madam that all hands were coming home; that the Yankees were expected to capture the salt works within a short time.  At Jackson, some seven miles from the salt works, we were delayed over night by reason of lack of facilities for crossing the Tombigbee river.  The report that the Yankees were coming through had created a panic among the white people; and hundreds, fleeing from their homes, had gathered at the river, waiting and clamoring for an opportunity to cross.  Though slaves were property, and valuable on that account, the whites seemed to think that their own lives were in danger, and to be protected first.  They therefore took precedence of us.  In the morning about seven o’clock a steamer was seen coming at a distance; but it could not be discovered at once just what the character of it was.  The whites became alarmed.  Some said:  “The Yankees are coming.”  Other said:  “It is a gun boat—­they will surely fire on us.”  But as the boat drew near the people saw that there was nothing to fear—­it was only the regular passenger boat.  Besides the hundreds of people, there were scores of wagons, filled with household goods to go over, and the passage was slow and tedious.  We finally got across and traveled as far as Demopolis, where Matilda and I left the other slaves, and took a train and went on to Panola.  I delivered the papers to the madam from Brooks, which told her all the particulars concerning the break up at the salt works.  She sent wagons right away after the other slaves who were coming back on foot.  They were not brought back to Panola; but were hired out to different farmers along the road home—­some in Jackson, some in Granda and others in Panola town.  These were all small towns in Mississippi.  My wife and I went to work at old Master Jack’s, I on the farm and my wife at her old duties in the house.  We longed for freedom, but were content for the time with hoping and praying for the coming of the day when it should be realized.  It was