“Papa said in slavery times about two nights in a week they would have a dance.  He would slip off and go.  Sometimes he would get a pass.  He was a figger caller till he ’fessed religion.  One time the pattyrollers come in.  They said, ‘All got passes tonight.’  When they had about danced down my daddy got a shovelful of live coals and run about scattering it on the floor.  All the niggers run out and he was gone too.  It was a dark night.  A crowd went up the road and here come the pattyrollers.  One run into grapevines across the road and tumbled off his horse.  The niggers took to the woods then.  Pa tole us about how he studied up a way to get himself and several others outer showing their passes that night.  Master never found that out on him.

“During the War they sent a lot of the meat to feed the soldiers on and kept the skins and sides.  They tole them if the Yankees ask them if they had enough to eat say, ‘See how greasy and slick I is.’  They greased their legs and arms to make them shine and look fat.  The dust made the chaps look rusty.

“Papa saved his young mistress’ life.  His master was gone to war.  He had promised with others to take care of her.  The Yankees come and didn’t find meat.  It was buried.  They couldn’t find much.  They got mad and burned the house.  Pa was a boy.  He run up there and begged folks not to burn the house; they promised to take care of everything.  Papa begged to let him get his mistress and three-day-old baby.  They cursed him but he run in and got her and the baby.  The house fell in before they got out of the yard.  He took her to the quarters.  Papa was overstrained carrying a log and limped as long as he lived.

“Pa was hired out and they was goner whoop him and he run off and got back to the master.  Ma nor pa was never sold.

“We had a reason to come out here to Arkansas.  A woman had a white husband and a black one too.  The black husband told the white husband not come about there no more.  He come on.  The black man killed the white man at his door.  They lynched six or seven niggers.  They sure did kill him.  That dissatisfied all the niggers.  That took place in Barnwell County, South Carolina.  Three train loads of us left.  There was fifteen in our family.  We was doing well.  My pa had cattle and money.  They stopped the train befo’ and behind us—­the train we was on.  Put the Arkansas white man in Augusta jail.  They stopped us all there.  We got to come on.  We was headed for Pine Bluff.  We got down there ’bout Altheimer and they was living in tents.  Pa said he wasn’t goiner tent, he didn’t run away from South Carolina and he’d go straight back.  Mr. Aydelott got eight families on track at Rob Roy to come to Biscoe.  We got a house here.  Pa was old and they would listen at what he said.  He made a speech at Rob Roy and told them let’s come to Biscoe.  Eleven families come.  He had two hundred or three hundred dollars then in his pocket to rattle.  He could get more.  He grieved for South Carolina, so he went back and took us but ma wanted to coma back.  They stayed back there a year or two.  We made a crop.  Pa was the oldest boss in his crowd.  We all come back.  There was more room out here and so many of us.