While slavery existed in Casey Co., as in other counties of the State, before the Civil War, there are no negroes living the the county today who were born into slavery; and very few white people who can remember customs, incidents, or stories of the old slavery days.  It is known that the first slaves in the county were those brought here from Virginia by the early white settlers of the county; and that until they were given their freedom, the slaves were well cared for and kindly treated.  They lived in comfortable cabins on the lands of their owners, well fed and clothed, given the rudiments of spiritual and educational training, necessary medical attention in sickness; and it was not unusual for some slave owners to give a slave his or her freedom as a reward for faithful or unusual services.  If there was any of the so-called “Underground Railway” method used to get slaves out of the state, as was the case in many counties, there are no current stories or legends relative to such to be heard in the county today.  It is thought that the slaves of Casey County were so well cared for and so faithful and loyal to their masters that very few of them cared to leave and go to non-slavery states in the North.  So there was little, if any, call for any secret methods to provide for their escape.  Even after they were given their freedom, many slaves refused to leave their masters and spent the remainder of their lives in the service and as charges of their former owners.  The present generation of course knows nothing of slavery, and even the older people know only what was told them by the forebears, and no especially interesting stories or legends are current in the county today relative to slaves, or the customs of the old slavery days before the War between the States.

CHRISTIAN CO.  (Mamie Hanbery)

HOO-DOOISM

  A snake head an’ er lizard tail, Hoo-doo;
  Not close den a mile o’ jail, Hoo-doo;
  De snake mus’ be er rattlin’ one,
  Mus’ be killed at set uv sun,
  But never while he’s on de run, Hoo-doo.

  Before you get de lizard cot, Hoo-doo;
  You mus’ kill it on de spot, Hoo-doo;
  Take de tail an’ hang it up,
  Ketch de blood in a copper cup,
  An’ be sure it’s uv a pup, Hoo-doo.

  Wait until sum stormy weather, Hoo-doo;
  Put de head an’ feet together, Hoo-doo;
  In a dry ol’ terrapin shell,
  Let ’em stay fer a good long spell,
  But don’t you ever try to sell, Hoo-doo.

  De rattlers mus’ be jus’ seben, Hoo-doo;
  But mus’ not be ober leben, Hoo-doo;
  He mus’ be curl’d up fix’d to fight,
  But see dat you don’ let him bite,
  Den you hit w’en de time is right, Hoo-doo.

  Ef you do, it’s power is dead, Hoo-doo;
  ’Cause it is all right in de head, Hoo-doo;
  Save de head and de buttons, too,
  Fer de work you’ll have ter do,
  You will need ’em till you’re thru, Hoo-doo.