cur'ied

Updated: May 21, 2025

I brung him water an' fed an' cur'ied his hoss an' put his saddle on de hoss fer him. Old Missus tol' me to be good to him an' I was. I went way up in Tennessee an' den I was at Port Hudson. I seed men fall dawn an' die; dey was kilt like pigs. Marse Murry was shot an' I stayed wid him 'til dey could git him home. Dey lef' me behin' an' Col. Stockdale an' Mr. Sam Matthews brung me home.

United States. Work Projects Administration - Slave Narratives: a Folk History of Slavery in the United States: From Interviews with Former Slaves: Mississippi Narratives