sad to see the changes that had come to the white folks.  Sorrow had left its impress upon all and we felt it, notwithstanding all that we had suffered at their hands.  Boss had willed the homestead in Memphis to Mrs. Farrington, and she was getting ready to take possession.  He had borrowed a great amount of money from her when he bought the island at Mobile; and the rapid coming on of the end of the rebellion destroyed all prospect of the success of his salt works scheme, even before his death, and really rendered him bankrupt.  Hence the transfer of the Memphis property to her was the only way he could make good what he owed her.  The madam now had no home, but was compelled to stay with her father, old Master Jack.  She was sadly changed—­did not appear like the same person.  Her troubles and sorrows had crushed her former cruel and haughty spirit.  Her mother had died a few months before, and then her husband had followed, dying suddenly and away from home.  Then much of her property had been lost, and social pleasures and distinction were gone forever.  Who shall say that the wrongs done her poor, helpless slaves were not avenged in this life?  The last I knew of her she was still at her father’s.

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Incidents.

A servant who belonged to Dr. Dandridge ran away and got to Memphis just after it was captured by the Union soldiers.  He was put into the army and was stationed at one of the entrances to the city.  He was to halt all persons passing to or from the city, no difference who they were, and learn their names and their business.  Young William McGee and his sister, Miss Cherry, one day went up to Memphis and, to their surprise, were halted by this former servant of their uncle.  When they came home they were speaking of it to their father, and old Master Jack said:  “And you halted, did you?” “Why, yes,” replied William, “we had to do it.”  “Well,” said the old man, “I would have died-died before I would have done it.  To think that a servant should have halted you, and one who has belonged to the family like Anderson!” This old man, notwithstanding all his boasting in the absence of immediate danger, was the veriest coward when danger was present; and if he had been in the place of young William, he would have halted with the greatest alacrity.

While at the salt works I had a little experience at nursing.  A fellow slave was taken ill, and I was called on to care for him at night.  I always liked this work; it was a pleasure to me to be in the sick room.  Typhoid fever was a new case to me, but I remembered what instructions Boss had given me about it.  I “pitched in” to do what I could; but the fever was so great he lasted only a few days.

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My fifth Strike for freedom is A success.