“So you-all got together?” called the officious neighbor.  “Mose, you ought of asked her—­when you see her coming up the street if she wasn’t looking for you.”  “Maybe,” said Mose, “but then I didn’t know, and I don’t want to butt into other folks business” “Huh,” snorted the woman, “spose I hadn’t butted in.  Where’d you be.  You wouldn’t have found her and she wouldn’t have found you!” Both Mose and the interviewer wore forced to admit that she was right—­but from Mose’s disapproving expression he, like the interviewer, was sorry of it.

“No, ma’am.  I ain’t been here long.  Just about two weeks.  You want to talk to me.  Let’s go on up to my son’s house.  We’ll stop there.  I’s tired.  Seems like I get tired awful quick.  Had to go down to the store to get some coal.” (He was carrying a paper sack of about two gallon capacity.  “Coal” was probably charcoal—­much favored among wash women for use in a small bucket-furnace for heating “flat-irons".) My wife has to work awful hard to earn enough, to buy enough coal and wood.

Did I say I’d been here two weeks?  I meant I has been here two years.  I’s lived all over.  Came here from Woodruff county.  Yes, ma’am.  I can’t work no more.  My wife she gets 2-3 days washing a week.  Then she gets some bundles to bring home and do.  She got sick, same as me and her brothers come on down to bring her up here to look after.  They provided for me too.  They took good care of us.  Then one of ’em got sick himself, and the other he lost out in a money way.  So she’s a washing.

Can’t remember very much about the war.  I was just a little thing when it was a’going on.  Was hardly any size at all.  I does remember standing in the door of my mother’s house and watching the soldiers go by.  Men dressed in blue they was.  Wasn’t afraid of them—­didn’t have sense enough to be, I guess.  Looked sort of pretty to me, dressed all in blue that way.  And they was riding fine horses.  Made a big noise they did.  They was a’riding by in a sort of sweeping gallop.  I won’t never forgot it.

Guess Confederates passed too.  I was too small to know about them.  They was all soldiers to me.  Folks told me they was on their way to Vicksburg.  I heard tell that there was lots of fighting down around Vicksburg.

I was born on a place which belonged to a man named Thad Shackleford.  Don’t remember him very well.  They took me away from his place when I was little.  But I never did hear my mother say anything against him.  Awful fine man, she said, awful fine man.  I had lots of half sisters—­5 of ’em and 6 half brothers.  There was just one full sister.

Farm?  Not until I was 14.  Just stayed around the house and nursed the children.  Nursed lots of children.  Took care of them and amused them.  Played with them.  But for four, five, maybe six years I helped my mother farm.  Went out into the fields and worked.

Then I went to myself.  Yes, ma’am, I share cropped.  Share cropped up until about 1908.  By that time I had got together a pretty good lot and bought stock and tools.  Then I rented—­rented thirds and fourths.  I liked that way lots best.  It’s best if a body can get himself stocked up.