Another man got into an argument.  They went to work and it started to rain.  The Negro thought that they would stop working because of the rain; so he started home.  The man he was working for met him and asked him where he was going.  When he told him he started to hit him with the butt end of the gun he was wearing.  The Negro knocked his gun up, took it away from him, and drawed down and started to kill him when another Negro knocked the gun up, and saved the white man’s life.  But the Nigger might as well have killed him because that night seventy-five masked men hunted him.  He was hid away by his friends until he got a chance to get away.  This man was named Matthew Collins.

There was another case.  This was a political one.  The colored man wanted to run for representative of some kind.  He had been stump speaking.  He lived on a white man’s place, and the owner came to him and told him he had better get away because a mob was coming after him (not just K.K.K.).  He told his wife to go away and stay with his brother but she wouldn’t.  He hid himself in a trunk and his wife was under the floor with his two children.  The white men fired into the house and that didn’t do anything, so they throwed a ball of fire into the house and burned his wife and children.  Then he rose up and came out of the trunk and hollered, “Look out I’m coming”, and he fired a load of buck shot and tore one man nearly in two and ran away in the confusion.  The next day he went to the man on whose place he lived, but he told him he couldn’t do anything about it.

Another man by the name of Bob Sawyer had a farm near my home and another farm down near Maginty’s place.  He worked the ????[TR:  Illegible] Niggers from one farm to the other.

His boy would ride in front with a rifle and he would be in the rear with a big gun swinging down from his hip.  There wae one Nigger who got out and went down to Alexandria (Louisiana).  He wrote to the officers and they caught the Nigger and put him into the stocks and brought him back, and the man hadn’t done a thing but run away.  After that they worked him with a chain holding his legs together so that he could only make short steps.

They had an old white man who worked there and they treated him so mean he ran away and left his wife.  They treated the poor whites about as bad as they treated the colored.

If Bob met a Negro carrying cotton to the Gin, he would ask “Whose cotton is that?”, and if the Nigger said it was some white man’s, he would let him alone.  But if he said.  “Mine”, Bob would tell him to take it to some Gin where he wanted it taken.  He was the kind of man that if you seen him first, you wouldn’t meet him.

One night he slipped up on a Nigger man that had left his place and killed him as he sat at supper.  I had an aunt with five or six children who worker with him.  He married my young Mistress after I was freed.

I saw him do this.  The white folks had a funeral at the church down there one Sunday.  He came along and young Billie Ward (white man) was sitting in a buggy driving with his wife.  When he saw Billie, he jumped down out of his buggy and horse-whipped him until he ran away.  All the while, Sawyer’s mother-in-law was sitting in his buggy calling out, “Shoot him, Bob, shoot him.” this was because Billie and another man had done some talk about Bob.