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l. They said they used to whip 'em, drive 'em, and sell 'em away from their chillun,--I'd hear my old folks talk about it. Say they wasn't no such a thing as going to jail. The master stood good for anything his nigger done. If the master's nigger killed 'im another nigger, the old master stood good. They never had no schools for the Negro chillun. I can't remember the date of the first school--its in a book someplace--but anyway I went to one of the first schools that was established for the education of Negro chillun. You know Mr. Negro always was a church man, but he don't mean nothing. I don't have no fav'rite spiritual. All of them's good ones. Whenever they'd baptise they'd sing: "Harp From the Tune the Domeful Sound." Which starts like this: "Come live in man and view this ground where we must sho'ly lie." I'm a member of Tabernacle Baptist Church myself, and I think all people should be religious 'cause Jesus died for us all. The patrollers used to run after me but I'd jump 'em. They used to have a permit to go from one plantation to another. You had to go to old master and say, "I want to go to such and such a place." And if you had a permit they didn't bother you. The pateroller would stop you and say, "Where you going? You got a permit to go to such and such a place?" You'd say, yes suh, and show that pass. Den he wouldn't bother you and iffen he did old master would git on 'em. When 10 o'clock come which was bed time the slaves would go to their cabins and some of 'em would go stealing chickens, hogs, steal sweet potatoes, and cook and eat 'em. Jest git in to all kind of devilment. Old master would give 'em Sadday afternoon off, and they'd have them Sadday night breakdowns. We played a few games such as marbles, mumble peg, and cards--jest anything to pass off the time. Heahs one of the games we'd play an' I sho did like it too: She is my sweetheart as I stand, Come and stand beside of me, Kiss her sweet and; Hug her near. On Christmas they'd make egg nog, drink whiskey and kiss their girls. Some wore charms to ward off the devil, but I don't believe in such. I do believe in voodoo like this: People can put propositions up to you and fool you. Don't believe in ghost. Tried to see 'em but I never could. Old master didn't turn my father loose and tell 'em we was free. They didn't turn us loose 'til they got the second threat from President Lincoln. Good
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