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I had three chullun, but ain't none livin' now." Mississippi Federal Writers Slave Autobiographies "My name is Tom Wilson an' I'se eighty fo' years old. My mammy was name Ca'line an' my pappy was Jeff Wilson. Us lived right out on de old Jim Wilson place, right by New Zion Chu'ch. I lives thar now owns me a plot of groun' an' farms. "Well, us b'longed to Marse Jim an' Miss Nancy Wilson.

"My clothes were all worn out, and I helped myself to the best suit I could find on the field." "What regiment did ye say ye b'longed to?" queried the man, eying the uniform again. "To the Seventh Georgia. Perhaps you can tell me where I shall find it." "I can't; but I reckon there's somebody here that can. I'll call him." Tom was not at all particular about obtaining this information.

Honest, Abby, she couldn't even say if the houses had cellars or not. Why, it come out she never was in a real house that anybody lived in ... only hotels. She hadn't got to know a single real person that b'longed there. Of course she never found out anything 'bout how they lived.

I run off from my folks cause they kept staying there. I was a child and don't recollect much 'bout slavery. I was at the quarters wid all the children. My mother b'longed to Bob Plat and my father to a man named Rogers. My father could get a pass and come to see us every Sunday providin' he didn't go nowhere else or stop long the road. He came early and stay till bedtime. We all run to meet him.

Right when she ain't got nothin'? Look heah, nigger; dog-gone yo' skin, I got a great min' for to mash yo' mouf. Yas, I is a slave. I b'longs to Mars Cary an' I b'longed to his pa befo' him. Dey feed me and gimme de bes' dey got. Dey take care of me when I'm sick an' dey take care of me when I'm well an' I gwine to stay right here. But you? You jes' go on wid de Yankees, an' black der boots.

Well, an' so they bargained, an' bargained, an' bargained, an' BARGAINED! An' then, well, an' so at last Willie said he'd go an' get everything that b'longed to him, an' One-eye Beljus could pick out enough to make fourteen dollars' worth, an' then Willie could have the suit.

I were born de secon' o' September in 1842. My mammy b'longed to de Stephensons an' my pappy b'longed to Marster Lewis Barnes. His plantation wasn't so very far from Stephenson. De Stephensons an' Barneses were kin' white people. My pappy were a old man when I were born I were de baby chil'. After he died, my mammy marry a McAllum Nigger. "Dey were 'bout thirty slaves at Stephenson.

I was drivin' the Lightenin' at the time that's the name o' my engine, ma'am, an' they calls me Jack Blazes in consikence well, I'd bin courtin' Molly, off-an'-on, for about three months. She b'longed to Pinchley station, you must know, where we used to stop to give her a drink " "What! to give Molly a drink?" "No, ma'am," replied John, with a slight smile, "to give the ingine a drink.

"She didn't want to let me in at first, said they was watched, that if a Chink 'ad an old pipe wot 'ad b'longed to 'is grandfather it was good enough to get 'im fined fifty quid. Anyway, me bein' an old friend she spread a mat for me and filled me a pipe.

Joshua Young was his name an' he b'longed to de Youngs whut lived out at Waverly. I moved out dar wid him afte' we mar'ied. We didn' have no big weddin' 'cause dere wa'nt much money den. We had a preacher tho', an' den went along jes' lak we had allus been mar'ied.

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