When he was sixteen or seventeen, his mother and the other children came on the train to about where Carlisle now is but it wasn’t called by that name.  There were very few houses of any kind.  Mr. Emerson had a big store and lots of land.  He worked black and white.  Mr. Emerson let them have seven or eight mules and wagons and they farmed near there.  He remembers pretty soon there was a depot where the depot now stands, a bank, a post office, and two or three more stores, all small buildings.  He liked coming to Arkansas because he got to ride on the train a long ways.  It was easy to live here.  There were lots of game and fish.

Warren never shot anything in his life.  He was no hunter. Nats were awful.  Warren made smoke to run the nats from the cows.  Four or five deer would come to the smoke.  Cows were afraid of them and would leave the smoke.  When he would go the deer would leap four or five feet in the air at the sight of him.

When Warren lived in Augusta, Georgia, they had schools a month at a time but Warren never did get to go to any, so he can’t read or write.  But he learned to save his money.  He joined a church when he was twelve years old in South Carolina and belongs to the Baptist church at Green Grove now.

The old master in South Carolina persuaded his mother to come back.  They all went back four or five years before his mother died.  While Warren was there he married a woman on a joining farm.

Interviewer:  Samuel S. Taylor
Person interviewed:  Victoria McMullen
                    1416 E. Valmar, Little Rock, Arkansas
Age:  54
Occupation:  Seamstress

“My mother was born March 16, 1865, and knew nothing of slavery.

“Both my grandmothers and both grandfathers were slaves.  My father was born in the same year as my mother and like my mother knew nothing of slavery although both of them might have been born slaves.

“I knew my mother’s mother and father and my father’s mother, but I didn’t know my father’s father.

“He was from Texas and he always stayed there.  He never did come out to Louisiana where I was born.  My mother was born in Louisiana, but my father was born in Texas.  I don’t know what county or city my father was born in.  I just heard my grandmother on his side say he was born in Texas.

“During the War (he was born in ’65 when the War ceased), Grandmother Katy—­that was her name, Katy, Katy Elmore—­she was in Louisiana at first—­she was run out in Texas, I suppose, to be hidden from the Yankees.  My father was born there and my grandfather stayed there.  He died in Texas and then Grandma Katy come back to Louisiana with my father and settled in Ouachita Parish.

“Grandma Katy was sold from South Carolina into Louisiana to Bob McClendon, and she kept the name of Elmore who was her first owner in South Carolina.  It was Bob McClendon who run her out in Texas to hide her from the Yankees.  My grandfather in Texas kept the name of Jamison.  That was the name of his master in Texas.  But grandma kept the name of Elmore from South Carolina because he was good to her.  He was better than Bob McClendon.  The eastern states sold their slaves to the southern states and got all the money, then they freed the slaves and that left the South without anything.