They drank it like pigs without a cup, just stuck their heads down and drank like pigs.  When they were full the balance of the milk was so dirty it looked like pigs had been in it.

The soldiers entered the next building which was the store-room where they stored rice, flour, sugar, coffee, and such like, and they took what they wanted, then destroyed the rest.  Mr. Reeves had just been to town and bought a hogshead of sugar and they took it out and burst it and invited the negro children to help themselves.  Elcie says that when the kids all got full there was not a half bushel left.  The last raid was the smoke-house where stuffed sausage was hanging by the hundred and hams by the dozens.  They didn’t leave a thing, took lard and everything.  It took over two wagons to hold everything.  Then they crossed over to the next place owned by Bill Gunley.

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Dr. Levy tells me of his father being partial to the southerners although he lived in Evansville, Indiana, and fought as a Yankee.  He was accused of being partial and they would turn over his wagons and cause him trouble.  He had fine wagons and sometimes when he would be turning his wagons back up after them being turned over to contrary him, he would curse Gen. Grant and call him that G.D.  Old Tobacco spitter.  Although Henry Levy seldom did swear as he was French, sometimes they would make him mad and he would do so.

Interviewer:  Samuel S. Taylor
Person interviewed:  F. H. Brown
                    701 Hickory Street, North Little Rock, Arkansas
Age:  75

[HW:  Builds Church and School]

“I was born in Marion County, Mississippi.  Columbus is the county-seat.  My father’s name was Hazard Brown, and my mother’s name was Willie Brown.  She was a Rankin before she married.  My mother was born in Lawrence County, Mississippi, and married father there.  My father was born in Tangipahoa Parish, Louisiana.  I was born in three feet of the line in Louisiana.  I was born in the old slave quarters.  The house was just across the line between Mississippi and Louisiana.  The lower room was in Louisiana and the other was in Mississippi.  There was a three foot hall between the rooms.  It was a matter of convenience that I was born in Mississippi.  I might have been just as well born in Louisiana.  The house was in both states.

“My father’s master was Black Bill Warren.  Black Bill was just a title they give him.  I think that his name was Joe Warren, but they nicknamed him Black Bill, and everybody called him that.  My mother belonged to the Rankinses.

“My mother’s mother was named Dolly Ware.  My father’s mother was named Maria.  Their papa’s father was named Thomas, and I forget my mother’s father’s name.  I know it but I forget it just now.  I haven’t thought over it for a long time.

“My father when he died was eighty-five years old.  He was treated pretty good in slavery time.  He did farm work.  His mars had about ninety slaves, that is, counting children and all.  When I was a boy, I was in those quarters and saw them.  I went back there and though it was some time afterward, taught in them.  And later on, I preached in them, since I have been a preacher, of course.  I have a cousin there now.  He is about a hundred years old.  He belongs to the Methodist Episcopal Church.