I served in several wars and I have been to Ethiopia.  We left Monroe, La., took water, then went back by gun-boat to Galveston.  The Government took us over and brought us back.  After the Civil war was over the Indians let the slaves go.

I had an Indian wife and wore Indian dress and when I went to Milford, Tenn., I had to send the outfit home to Okla.  I had long hair until 1931.

My Indians believed in our God.  They held their meetings in a large tent.  They believed in salvation and damnation, and in Heaven and Hell.

My idea of Heaven is that it is a holy place with God.  We will walk in Heaven just as on earth.  As in him we believe, so shall we see.

The earth shall burn, and the old earth shall pass away and the new earth will be created.  The saints will return and live on, that is the ones who go away now.

The new earth is when Jesus will cone to earth and reign.  Every one has two spirits.  One that God kills and the other an evil spirit.  I have had communication with my dead wife twice since I been in Pine Bluff.  Her spirit come to me at night, calling me, asking whar wuz baby?

That meant our daughter whut is across the water.

My first wifes name was Arla Windham.  My second wife was just part Indian.  I have seen spirits of friends just as they were put away.  I shore believe in ghosts.  Their language is different from ours.  I knew my wife’s voice cause she called me “Tommy”.

Interviewer:  Mrs. Bernice Bowden
Person interviewed:  Alice Wise
                    1112 Indiana Street, Pine Bluff, Arkansas
Age:  79

“I was born in South Carolina, and I sent and got my age and the man sent me my age.  He said he remembered me.  He said, ’You married Marcus Wise.  I know you is seventy-nine ’cause I’m seventy-four and you’re older’n me.  Why, I got a boy fifty-three years old.

“We belonged to Daniel Draft.  His wife was named Maud.  And my father’s people was named Wesley Caughman and his wife was Catherine Caughman.

“I can recollect hearin’ the folks hollerin’ when the Yankees come through and singin’ this old cornfield song

  ‘I’m a goin’ away tomorrow
   Hoodle do, hoodle do.’

That’s all I can recollect.

“I can recollect when we moved from the white folks.  My father driv’ a wagon and hauled lumber to Columbia from Lexington.

“I don’t know how old I was when I come here.  My age got away from me, that’s how come I had to write home for it, but I had three chillun when I come to this country; I know that.

“I went to school a little, but chillun in them days had to work.  I was always apt about washin’ and ironin’ and sewin’ and so if anybody was stopped from school I was stopped.  I used to set pockets in pants for mama.  In them days they weaved and made their own.

“They’d do better if they had a factory here now.  Things wouldn’t be so high.