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He lived on de same fer menny y'ars." "W'en I wuz ole er'nuff I wuz taught ter spin en weav. I bucum de nuss ter de marster's onlies' chile. Soon atter I wuz freed, I went ter Wisconsin, but only wuz dere fer a y'ar, den I kum back ter Tennessee en Nashville. I settled in dis house en I'se bin livin' in hit fer ovuh fifty y'ars. Dere wuz no uther houses 'round 'yer at de time. I own de place.
"Well, one night Marse Chan come back from de offis wid a telegram dat say, 'Come at once, so he wuz to start nex' mawnin'. He uniform wuz all ready, gray wid yaller trimmin's, an' mine wuz ready too, an' he had ole marster's sword, whar de State gi' 'im in de Mexikin war; an' he trunks wuz all packed wid ev'rything in 'em, an' my chist wuz packed too, an' Jim Rasher he druv 'em over to de depo' in de waggin, an' we wuz to start nex' mawnin' 'bout light.
I was 90 years old the 25th of last month." Hall resides at 1225 High Ave., S.W., Canton, Ohio. Miriam Logan Lebanon, Ohio MRS. CELIA HENDERSON, aged 88. Born Hardin County, Kentucky in 1849 "Mah mammy were Julia Dittoe, an pappy, he were name Willis Dittoe. Dey live at Louieville till mammy were sold fo' her marster's debt.
Dey run an' played all day in dey shirt tails in de summer time. "One day Marster's chillun an' de cullud chillun slipped off to de orchard. Dey was jus' a-eatin' green apples fas' as dey could when 'long come de master, hisse'f. He lined 'em all up, black an' white alike, an' cut a keen switch. Twant a one in dat line dat didn' git a few licks.
Dey used to take de marster's horses out at night an' ride 'em down. One Nigger, Sam, got dat mad at a mule for grabbin' at cotton he cut his tongue out. Course, Marster whupped him, but when he went to look for 'im 'bout a hour after, he foun' 'im soun' asleep. Said he ought to kill 'im, but he didn'. "When we was sick dey had a doctor for us jus' like dey done for deyse'ves.
It's bad enough when some o' deze heah low-down po'-white-trash town-boys hollers 'rats' at me let alone my own white chillen what I done toted in my arms! Lemme go home an' try ter forgit dis insult ole marster's chile insulted me wid!"
"I tell yer, Marse John," he resumed, after a thoughtful pause, "dey's one word o' ole marster's I don'no' huccome it slipped my min', but hit was a long glorified word, an' I often wishes hit'd come back ter me. Ef I could ricollec' dat word, hit'd holp me powerful in my preachin'. "Wonder ef you wouldn't call out a few dic'sh'nary words fur me, please, sir? Maybe you mought strike it."
An' den li'l Marse Ben, he wa'nt much older dan us. "Our marster's name was Cunel John Holiday. He got dat title in a war before de slav'ry war. He was too old to fight in dat one, or I spect he'd got another title, lak Gen'ral or somethin'. He an' Miss Julia dat was his wife was mighty good to us an' so was Marse Tom and Marse Ben, an' Miss Maria an' all.
"Is dat so?" said Uncle Daniel, a dear old father, with a look of saintly patience on his face. "Well, chillen, what do you mean to do?" "Go, jis' as soon as we kin git to de army," said Tom Anderson. "What else did the generals say? And how did you come to hear them, Tom?" asked Robert Johnson. "Well, yer see, Marster's too ole and feeble to go to de war, but his heart's in it.
"Marster's got in de library wid dem men 'spect missus don't want to go down." "What is she talking about?" questioned Elsie from her sofa. "Luncheon," said Elizabeth; "will you have it up here?" "As if one could eat " A warning gesture from Elizabeth checked her. "You may bring the luncheon up here," Elizabeth said to the girl. Victoria went out and closed the door.
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