“The onlies sperience I had myself wid the Ku Klux was one night fo Grandma and auntie left.  Somebody wrap on our cabin door.  They opened it.  We gat scared when we seed em.  They had the horses wrapped up.  They had on white long dresses and caps.  Every one of em had a horse whoop (whip).  They called me out.  Grandma and auntie so scared they hid.  They tole me to git em water.  They poured it some whah it did not spill on the ground.  Kept me totin’ water.  Then they say, “You bin a good boy?” They still drinkin’.  One say, “Just from Hell pretty dry.”  Then they tole me to stand on my head.  I turned summer sets a few times.  They tickled me round wid the ends of the whoops.  I had on a long shirt.  They laugh when I stand on my head.  Old Mars White laughed.  I knowed his laugh.  Then I got over my scare.  They say, “Who live next down the road?” I tole em Nells Christian.  They say, “What he do?” I said, “Works in the field.”  They all grunt, m-m-m-m.  Then they say, “Show us the way.”  I nearly run to death cross the field to keep outer the way of the white horses.  The moon shining bright as day.  They say Nells come out here.  He say “Holy Moses.”  He come out.  They say “Nells what you do?” “I farms.”  They say “What you raise?” He say “Cotton and corn.”  They say “Take us to see yo cotton we jess from Hell.  We ain’t got no cotton there.”  He took em out there where it was clean.  They got down and felt it.  Then they say “What is dat?”, feelin’ the grass.  Nells say “That is grass.”  They say, “You raise grass too?” He said, “No.  It come up.”  They say “Let us see yo corn.”  He showed em the corn.  They felt it.  They say “What this?” Nells say, “It grass.”  They say, “You raise grass here?” They all grunt m-m-m-m everything Nells say.  They give him one bad whoopin’ an’ tell him they be back soon see if he raisin’ grass.  They said “You raise cotton and corn but not grass on this farm.”  They they moan, “m-m-m-m.”  I herd em say his whole family and him too was out by day light wid their hoes cuttin’ the grass out their crop.  I was sho glad to git back to our cabin.  They didn’t come back to Nells no more that I herd bout.  The man Nells worked for muster been one in that crowd.  He lived way over yonder.  No I think the Ku Klux was a good thing at that time.  The darkies got sassy (saucy), trifling, lazy.  They was notorious.  They got mean.  The men wouldn’t work.  Their families have to work an’ let them roam round over the country.  Some of em mean to their families.  They woulder starved the white out and their selves too.  I seed the Ku Klux heap a times but they didn’t bother me no more.  I herd a heap they done along after that.  They say some places the Ku Klux go they make em git down an’ eat at the grass wid their mouths then they whoop em.  Sometimes they make em pull off their clothes and whoop em.  I sho did feel for em but they knowd they had no business strollin’ round, vistin’.  The Ku Klux call that whoopin’ helpin’ em git rid of the grass.  Nells moster lived at what they called Caneville over cross the field.