to the babies.  I give em some I told her.  When I got water I always give them some.  She took the bucket, made me go wid her, poured the water out in the path under a shade tree, and made me take ’nother bucketful home.  I thought she was so mean; I didn’t know what she was doing that about.  Got to the house she put me on a clean chemisette.  I slipped off down to the feed house, lay down, my head on the cotton seeds, and went to sleep.

“When Master Dock come he woke me up, wanted to know why I didn’t meet him.  He seen that blood.  Went on to the house.  He ask her what done my head that way.  She say, ’She went to the spring, fell down, spilled the water, and hurt it on a rock.’  I told him that wasn’t so—­not so!  I told him all bout it.  He told her she ought to be ’shamed treat good little nigger chap mean.  He was so sorry for me.  She didn’t care.  They had been goin’ to old missis house every week.  It was three weeks ’fo she would go.  I got to see my mama, ’fo she died.

“Old Mistress Emily was a doctor woman.  Dock told her, ’Mama, Scrubbs jumps and screams bout a hour late every evening wid her head.’  When it got late it hurt and I screamed and jump up and down.  Mistress Emily come got me in her arms, put me to sleep.  When I woke up Dock and Kitty gone home with the babies.  I cried bout being from the babies; I loved em, never been away from em ’fo.  She got three maggots and says, ‘Scrubbs, see what I got out your little head.’  Mama had died then.  She say, ‘Your mama would want me to keep you here wid me.’  She kept me till it healed up.  Them maggots big as a sage broom straw.  We swept the floor wid sage straw tied together then.  Mistress Emily kept me a month with her and doctored my head every day.  I slept on a pallet and on a little bed she had in the room.  When I went back to Kitty’s she wasn’t as mean to me as she been—­but mean nough then.

“My mama named Amy Hardy.  She had five boys, three girls.  She died with a young baby.  I reckon they had different papas.  I was my papa’s only chile.  They all said that.  Bout a month after I went to Dock and Kitty’s, it was surrender.  He (the little Negro girl’s father) come, stayed all night, and took me wid him to live.  Dock wanted me to stay; I love Dock and the children.  Every year till a few years ago my head get sore and run.  We tried all kinds medicine on it.  Don’t know what cured it.

“The week ’fo I left there I had a task to make a cut of thread every night, a reel.  When I heard papa was coming to git me, I put cotton bats under the reels and kivered em up.  Good thing papa got me—­Kitty would killed me when she went to spin next week.  She been so mean why I done that way.

“They never sold any of our set but some on the place was sold.  The mothers grieve and grieve over their children bein’ sold.  Some white folks let their slaves have preachin’, some wouldn’t.  We had a bush arbor and set on big logs.  Children set round on the ground.  ’Fo freedom I never went to preachin’.  I kept Kitty’s babies so she went.  Mothers didn’t see their children much after they was sold.