“Dat was a funny thing how dat happened an’ Bledsoe, it was right ’cross de riber from where I was en had been for two years an’ just soon es I git dat letter I ’range wid a nigger to take me ’cross da riber in er skift to de plantation where dey all was and ’bout fust folkses dat I see is Ella an’ her peoples en lots of de famblys from de ole home place back in Tennessee an’ I sure was proud to see Mars Luch en Miss Fannie.  Dey had built demselves a fine house at a p’int dat was sorter like a knoll where de water don’ git when de riber come out on de lan’ in case of oberflow and up de rode ’bout half mile from de house, Mars Luch had de store en de gin.  Dey had de boys den, dat is Mars Luch and Miss Fannie did, and de boys was named Claude an’ Clarence atter Miss Fannie’s two brudders.

“Dem was de finest boys dat one ever did see.  At dat time Claude, he ’bout two year old and Clarence, he ’bout four er mebbe little less.  Ella, she worked in da house cooking for Miss Fannie an’ nussin’ de chillun and she plumb crazy ‘bout de chillun an’ dey just as satisfied wid her as dey was wid dere mama and Ella thought more dem chillun dan she did anybody.  She just crazy ’bout dem boys.  Mars Luch, he gibe me job right ‘way sort flunkying for him and hostling at de lot an’ barn and ’twasn’t long den ‘fore Ella and me, us git married an’ libs in a cabin dat Mars Luch had built in de back of de big house.

“Us git ’long fine for more dan a year and Mars Luch, he raise plenty cotton an’ at times us ud take trip up to Memfis on de boat, on de Phil Allin what was ’bout de fineist boat on de riber in dem days and de one dat most frequent put in at us landin’ wid de freight for Mars Luch and den he most ginally sont he cotton an’ seed to Memfis on dis same Phil Allin.

“I jus’ said, boss, dat us git ’long fine for more dan a year and us all mighty happy till Miss Fannie took sick an’ died an’ it mighty nigh killed Mars Luch and all of us and Mars Luch, he jus’ droop for weeks till us git anxious ’bout him but atter while he git better and seam like mebbe he gwine git ober he sadness but he neber was like he used to be afore Miss Fannie died.

“Atter Miss Fannie gone, Mars Luch, he say, ‘Ella, you an’ Luch mus’ mobe in de big house an’ make you a bed in de room where de boys sleep, so’s you can look atter ’em good, ’cause lots nights I gwine be out late at de gin an’ store an’ I knows you gwine take plumb good care of dem chillun.’  An’ so us fixed us bed in de big house an’ de boys, dey sleeped right dar in dat room on dere bed where us could take care of ’em.

“Dat went on for ‘bout two years an’ den Mars Luch, he ’gun to get in bad health an’ jus’ wasted down like and den one night when he at de store he took down bad and dey laid him down on de bed in de back room where he would sleep on sich nights dat he didn’ come home when he was so busy an’ he sont a nigger on a mule for me to come up dar an’ I went in he room