“My white folks treated us very well.  I never seed ’em whip my mother but once, but I seen some whipped till they’s speechless.  Yes ma’m I have.

“I can ’member a lot ’bout the war.  The Lord have mercy, I’se old.  I ’member they used to sing

  ’Run nigger run,
  The paddyrollers’ll ketch you,
  Run nigger run.’

“Corse if they ketch you out without a pass they’d beat you nearly to death and tell you to go home to your master.

“One time I was totin’ water for the woman what did the washin’.  I was goin’ along the road and seed somethin’ up in a tree that look like a dog.  I said ‘Look at that dog.’  The overseer was comin’ from the house and said ‘That ain’t no dog, that’s a panther.  You better not stop’ and he shot it out.  Then I’ve seen bears out in the cane brakes.  I thought they was big black bulls.  I was young then—­yes mam, I was young.

“When the Yankees come through they sot the house afire and the gin and burned up ’bout a hundred bales a cotton.  They never bothered the niggers’ quarters.  That was the time the overseer carried us to Texas to get rid of the Yankees.

“After the surrender the Yankees told the overseer to bring us all up in the front yard so he could read us the ceremony and he said we was as free as any white man that walked the ground.  I didn’t know what ’twas about much cause I was too busy playin’.

“I didn’t know what school was ’fore freedom, but I went about a month after peace was declared.  Then papa died and mama took me out and put me in the field.

“I was grown, ’bout twenty-four or five, when I married.  Now my chillun and grand chillun takes care of me.”

Interviewer:  Miss Irene Robertson
Person interviewed:  Warren McKinney, Hazen, Arkansas
Age:  85

I was born in Edgefield County, South Carolina.  I am eighty-five years old.  I was born a slave of George Strauter.  I remembers hearing them say “Thank God Ize free as a jay bird.”  My ma was a slave in the field.  I was eleven years old when freedom was declared.  When I was little, Mr. Strauter whipped my ma.  It hurt me bad as it did her.  I hated him.  She was crying.  I chunked him with rocks.  He run after me, but he didn’t catch me.  There was twenty-five or thirty hands that worked in the field.  They raised wheat, corn, oats, barley, and cotton.  All the children that couldn’t work stayed at one house.  Aunt Mat kept the babies and small children that couldn’t go to the field.  He had a gin and a shop.  The shop was at the fork of the roads.  When de war come on my papa went to build forts.  He quit ma and took another woman.  When de war closed ma took her four children, bundled em up and went to Augusta.  The government give out rations there.  My ma washed and ironed.  People died in piles.  I don’t know till yet what was de matter.  They said it was the change of living.  I seen five or six wooden, painted coffins piled up on wagons pass by our house.