“I been workin’ this mornin’.  I been diggin’ up the ground to bed up some onions.  No I don’t work every day.  Sometimes I feel ailin’—­don’t feel like doin’ nothin’.

“I wasn’t big enough to ’member ’bout the war.  All I ‘member is seein’ the soldiers retirin’ from the war.  They come by my old master’s plantation.  The Yankees was in front—­they was the horsebackers.  Then come the wagons and then the southern soldiers comin’ along in droves.

“I was born in Arkansas.  My mother and father belonged to Dr. Jordan.  He was the biggest slaveholder in Arkansas.  He was called the ’Nigger Ruler’.  If the overseer couldn’t make a slave behave, the old doctor went out with a gun and shot him.  When the slaves on other plantations couldn’t be ruled, they was sold to Dr. Jordan and he ruled ’em or killed ’em.

“I don’t ’member much else ’bout my old master but I ’member my old mistress.  The last crop she made before freedom, she had two plantations with overseers on ’em and on one plantation they didn’t ’low no kind a slave ’cept South Carlinans.  But on the other plantation the slaves come from different places.

“After the war we went to Texas and I ’member my old mistress come down there to get her old colored folks to come back to Arkansas.  Lots of ’em went back with her.  She called herself givin’ ’em a home.  I don’t know what she paid—­I never heard a breath of that but she hoped ’em to get back.  I didn’t go—­I stayed in Texas and growed up and married there and then come back to Arkansas in 1882.

“Oh yes’m—­the Ku Klux was plentiful after peace.  They went about robbin’ people.

“Some of the colored folks thought they was better off when they was slaves.  They was the ones that had good masters.  Some of the masters didn’t ’low the overseers to ’buke the slaves and some wouldn’t have overseers.

“I never did vote for no President, just for home officers.  I don’t know what to say ’bout not letting the colored folks vote now.  They have to pay taxes and ’spenses and I think they ought to have something to say ’bout things.

“‘How did you lose your arm?’ It was shot off.  I got into a argument with a fellow what owed me twenty-four dollars.  He decided to pay me off that way.  That was when I was ’bout seventy.  He’s dead now.

“I think the people is more wickeder now.  The devil got more chances than he used to have and the people can’t do right if they want to.”

Name of interviewer:  Mrs. Bernice Bowden Subject:  Humorous Tales of Slavery Days

“I was born in 1854 and ’co’se I wasn’t big enough to work much in slavery times, but one thing I did do and that was to tote watermelons for the overseer and pile ’em on the porch.

“I ’member he said if we dropped one and broke it, we’d have to stop right there and eat the whole thing.  I know I broke one on purpose so I could eat it and I ’member he made me scrape the rind and drink the juice.  I know I eat till I was tired of that watermelon.