When I come home, I made a lot o’ money for old miss.  Lots of times, didn’t sleep regular or git my meals on time for three—­four days.  Cause when dey call, I always went.  Brought as many white as culled children.  I’s brought most 200, white an’ black since I’s been in Hot Springs.  Brought a little white baby—­to de Wards it was—­dey lived jest down de lane—­brought dat baby ’bout 7 year ago.

I’s brought lots of ’em an’ I ain’t never lost a case.  You know why.  It’s cause I used my haid.  When I’d go in, I’d take a look at de woman, an’ if it was beyond me, I’d say, ’Dis is a doctor case.  Dis ain’t no case for a midwife.  You git a doctor.’  An’ dey’d have to get one.  I’d jes’ stan’ before de lookin’ glass, an’ I wouldn’t budge.  Dey couldn’t make me.

I made a lot of money for ol’ miss.  But she was good to me.  She give me lots of good clothes.  Those clothes an my mother’s clothes burned up in de fire I had a few years ago right on dis farm.  Lawsey I hated loosin’ dose clothes I had when I was a girl more dan anything I lost.  An’ I didn’t have to work in de fields.  In between times I cooked an’ I would jump in de loom.  Yes, ma’am I could weave good.  Did my yards every day.  I weave cloth for dresses—­fine dresses you would use thread as thin as dat you sews wid today—­I weaves cloth for underclothes, an fo handkerchiefs an for towels.  Den I weaves nits and lice.  What’s dat—­well you see it was kind corse cloth de used for clothes like overalls.  It mas sort of speckeldy all over—­dat’s why dey called it nits and lice.

Law, I used to be good once, but after I got all burned up I wasn’t good for so much.  It happened dis way.  A salt lick was on a nearby plantation.  Ever body who wanted salt, dey had to send a hand to help make it.  I went over one day—­an workin’ around I stepped on a live coal.  I move quick an’ I fall plum over into a salt vat.  Before dey got me out I was pretty near ruined.

What did dey do?  Dey killed a hog—­fresh killed a hog.  An’ dey fry up de fat—­fry it up wid some of de hog hairs an’ dey greesed me good.  An’ it took all de fire out of de burns.  Dey kept me greezed for a long time.  I was sick nearly six months.  Dey was good to me.

An one day, young miss, she married.  Ol’ miss give me to her ’long of 23 others.  Twenty four was all she could spare an’ keep some for herself an save enough for de other children.  We went to California.  Young Miss was good, but her husband was mean.  He give me de only white folks whippin I ever had.  Ol’ miss never had to whip her slaves.  I was tryin’ to cook on an earth stove—­dat’s why it happen.  Did you ever hear of an earth stove?  Well, dey make sort of drawers out of dirt.  You burn wood in ’em.  After you git used to it you kin cook on it good.  But dat day I was busy an’ I burned de biscuits.  An’ he whip me.