“Mr. Pennington up and took de old-time consumption.  Dey calls it T.B. now.  My mammy nursed him and took it from him and died before Mr. Abe Lincoln ever sot her free.

“I have seen hard times, Miss, I shore have.

“In dem days when a man owned a plantation and had children and they liked any of the little slave niggers, they were issued out to ’em just like a horse or cow.

“’Member, honey, when de old-time war happened between the North and South, The Slavery War.  It was so long ago I just can ’member it.  Dey had us niggers scared to death of the Bluejackets.  One day a man come to Miss Fanny’s house and took a liking to me.  He put me up on a block an’ he say, ‘How old is dis nigger?’ An’ she say ‘five’ when she know well an’ good I was ten.  No, he didn’t get me.  But I thought my time had come.

“Yes, siree, I was Miss Fanny’s child.  Why wouldn’t I love her when I sucked titty from her breast when my mammy was working in the field?  I shore did love Miss Fanny.

“When de nigger war was over and dey didn’t fit (fight) any longer, Abe Lincoln sot all de niggers free and den got ’sassinated fer doin it.

“Miss, you don’t know what a hard life we slaves had, cause you ain’t old enough to ’member it.  Many a time I’ve heard the bull whips a-flying, and heard the awful cries of the slaves.  The flesh would be cut in great gaps and the maggits (maggots) would get in them and they would squirm in misery.

“I want you to know I am not on Arkansas born nigger.  I come from Tennessee.  Be sure to put that down.  I moved to Memphis after Miss Fanny died.

“While I lived in Memphis, de Yellow Fever broke out.  You have never seed the like.  Everything was under quarantine.  The folks died in piles and de coffins was piled as high as a house.  They buried them in trenches, and later they dug graves and buried them.  When they got to looking into the coffins, they discovered some had turned over in dey coffins and some had clawed dey eyes out and some had gnawed holes in dey hands.  Dey was buried alive!

“Miss, do you believe in ha’nts?  Well, if you had been in Memphis den you would.  Dey was jes’ paradin’ de streets at nite and you’d meet dem comin at you round de dark corners and all de houses everywhere was ha’nted.  I’ve seed plenty of ’em wid my own eyes, yes, siree.

“Yes, the times were awful in Memphis endurin the plague.  Women dead lying around and babies sucking their breasts.  As soon as the frost came and the quarantine was lifted, I came to Conway, 1867.  But I am a Tennessee nigger.

“When I cams to Conway there were few houses to live in.  No depot.  I bought this piece of land to build my shanty from Mr. Jim Harkrider for $25.00.  I worked hard for white folks and saved my money and had this little two-room house built (mud chimney, and small porch and one small window).  It is about to fall down on me, but it will last as long as I live.  At first, I lived and cooked under a bush (brush) arbor.  Cooked on the coals in an iron skillet.  Here it it, Miss.