ome right in and I'll tell you what I know. I was born in Tennessee
in slavery days. No ma'm I do not know what year, because I can't read
or write.

"I know who my mistress was. She was Miss Lucy Ann Dillard. She come
from Virginia. She was an old maid and she was very nice. Some very
good blooded people come from Virginia. She brought my mother with her
from Virginia before I was born.

"My father belonged to the Crowders and mammy belonged to Miss Lucy
Ann Dillard. They wouldn't sell pappy to Miss Lucy and she wouldn't
sell mammy to the Crowders, so mammy lost sight of him and never
married again. She just married that time by the consent of the white
folks. In them times they wasn't no such thing as a license for the
colored folks.

"I remember my mother milked and tended to the cows and issued out the
milk to the colored folks.

"Miss Lucy lived in town and come out once a week to see to us. When
the overseer was there she come out oftener. We stayed right on there
after the war, till we come to Arkansas. I was betwixt eleven and
twelve years old.

"And we was fooled in this place. A man my mother knowed had been here
two years. He come back to Tennessee and, oh Lord, you could do this
and do that, so we come here.

"First year we come here we all got down sick. When we got well we had
to go to work and I didn't have a chance to go to school.

"I've seen my mother wring her hands and cry and say she wished she
was back in Tennessee where Lucy Ann Dillard was.

"When I got big enough I went to work for Ben Johnson and stayed there
fifteen years. I never knew when my payday was. Mammy come and got my
pay and give me just what she wanted me to have. And as for runnin' up
and down the streets--why mammy would a died first. She's dead and in
her grave but I give her credit--she took the best of care of us. She
had three girls and they didn't romp up and down the big road neither.

"I just looks at the young folks now. If they had been comin' along
when I was, they'd done been tore all to pieces. They ain't raisin' em
now, they're just comin' up like grass and weeds. And as for speakin'
to you now--just turn their heads. Now I'm just fogy nuf that if I
meet you out, I'll say good mornin' or good evenin'.

"If it hadn't been for the Yankees, we'd have the yoke on our necks
right today. The Lord got into their hearts.

"Now I don't feel bitter gainst people. Ain't no use to hold malice
gainst nobody--got to h