“They had beds nailed up to the side of the house. People had a terrible time you know. White folks had it all. When I come along they had it and they had it ever since I been here. You didn’t have no chance like folks have nowadays. Just made benches and stools to sit on. Made tables out of planks. I never saw any cupboards and things like that. Them things wasn’t thought about then. The house was like a stable then. But them log houses was better than these ’cause the wind couldn’t get through them.
Work as a Boy
“I wasn’t doin’ nothin’ but totin’ water. I toted water for a whole year when I was a boy about eight years old. I was the water boy for the field hands. Later I worked out in the fields myself. They would make me sit on my mammy’s row to help keep her up.
Free Negroes
“You better not say you were free them days. If you did, they’d tell you to get out of there. You better not stop on this side of the Mason Dixie Line either. You better stop on the other side. Whenever a nigger got so he couldn’t mind, they’d take him down and whip him. They’d whip the free niggers just the same as they did the slaves.
Marriage
“You see that broom there? They just lay that broom down and step over it. That was all the marriage they knowed about.
Corn Shuckings
“The boys used to just get down and raise a holler and shuck that corn. Man, they had fun! They sure liked to go to those corn shuckings. They danced and went on. They’d give ’em whiskey too. That’s all I know about it.
Rations
“They’d weigh the stuff out and give it to you and you better not go back. They’d give you three pounds of meat and a quart of meal and molasses when they’d make it. Sometimes they would take a notion to give you something like flour. But you had to take what they give you. They give out the rations every Saturday. That was to last you a week.
Patrollers
“I was at a ball one night. They had fence rails in the fire. Patroller knocked at the door, stepped in and closed it behind him. Nigger pulled a rail out of the fire and stuck it ‘gainst the patroller and that patroller stepped aside and let that nigger get by. Niggers used to tie ropes across the road so that the patrollers’ horses would trip up.
Mulattoes
“I never seed any mulattoes then. That thing is something that just come up. Old Dempsey Brown, if he seed a white man goin’ ’round with the nigger women on his place, he run him away from there. But that’s gwine on in the full now.
“That ought not to be. If God had wanted them people to mix, he’d have mixed ’em. God made ’em red and white and black. And I’m goin’ to stay black. I ain’t climbed the fence yet and I won’t climb it now. I don’t know. I don’t believe in that. If you are white be white, and if you are black be black. Children need to go out and play but these boys ought not to be ‘lowed to run after these girls.
Whippings
“Your overseer carried their straps with them. They had ’em with ’em all the time. Just like them white folks do down to the County Farm. Used to use a man just like he was a beast. They’d make him lay down on the ground and whip him. They’d had to shoot me down. That is the reason I tend to my business. If he wouldn’t lay down they’d call for help and strap him down and stretch him out. Put one man on one arm and another on the other. They’d pull his clothes down and whip the blood out of him. Them people didn’t care what they done since they didn’t do right.
Freedom
“When I first heard them talking about freedom, I didn’t know what freedom was. I was there standin’ right up and looking at ’em when they told us we was free. And master said, ‘You all free now. You can go where you want to.’
“They never give you a thing when they freed you. They give you some work to do. They never looked for nothin’ only to go to work. The white folks always had the best of it.
“When Abe Lincoln first freed ’em, they all stood together. If this one was ill the others went over and sit up with him. If he needed something they’d carry it to him. They don’t do that now. They done well then. As soon as they quit standing together then they had trouble.
Wages Then
“Fellow said to me, ‘Campbell, I want you to split up them blocks and pile ’em up for me.’ I said, ‘What you goin’ to pay me?’ He said, ‘I’ll pay you what is right.’ I said, ‘That won’t do; you have to tell me what you goin’ to give me before I start to work.’ And he said to me, ‘You can git to hell out of here.’
Selling and Buying Slaves
“They’d put you up on the block and sell you. That is just what they’d do–sell you. These white folks will do anything,–anything they want to do. They’d take your clothes off just like you was some kind of a beast.
“You used to be worth a thousand dollars then, but you’re not worth two bits now. You ain’t worth nothin’ when you’re free.
Refugees–Jeff Davis
“They used to come to my place in droves. Wagons would start coming in in the morning and they wouldn’t stop coming in till two or three in the evening. They’d just be travelin’ to keep out the way of the Yankees. They caught old Jeff Davis over in Twiggs County. That’s in Georgia. Caught him in Buzzard’s Roost. That was only about four or five miles from where I was. I was right down yonder in Houston County. Twigg County and Houston County is adjoinin’. I never saw any of the soldiers but they was following them though.
Voters
“I have seen plenty of niggers voting. I wasn’t old enough to vote in Georgia. I come in Arkansas and I found out how the folks used themselves and I come out that business. They was selling themselves just like cattle and I wouldn’t have nothing to do with that.
“I knew Jerry Lawson, who was Justice of Peace. He was a nigger, a low-down devil. Man, them niggers done more dirt in this city. The Republicans had this city and state. I went to the polls and there was very few white folks there. I knew several of them niggers–Mack Armstrong, he was Justice of Peace. I can’t call the rest of them. Nothing but old thieves. If they had been people, they’d been honest. Wouldn’t sell their brother. It is bad yet. They still stealin’ yet.
Ku Klux
“That’s another devil. Man, I’ll tell you we seen terrible times. I don’t know nothing much about ’em myself. I know one thing. Abe Lincoln said, ‘Kill him wherever you see him.’
Self-Support and Support of Aged Slaves in Slave Times
“A white man asked me how much they givin’ me. I said, ‘Eight dollars.’ He said, ‘You ought to be gittin’ twenty-five.’ I said, ‘Maybe I ought to be but I ain’t.’
“I ain’t able to do no work now. I ain’t able to tote that wood hardly. I don’t git as much consideration as they give the slaves back yonder. They didn’t make the old people in slavery work when they was my age. My daddy when he was my age, they turned him out. They give him a rice patch where he could make his rice. When he died, he had a whole lot of rice. They stopped putting all the slaves out at hard labor when they got old. That’s one thing. White folks will take care of their old ones. Our folks won’t do it. They’ll take a stick and kill you. They don’t recognize you’re human. Their parents don’t teach them. Folks done quit teaching their children. They don’t teach them the right thing no more. If they don’t do, then they ought to make them do.
Little Rock
“I been here about twenty years in Little Rock. I went and bought this place and paid for it. Somebody stole seventy-five dollars from me right here in this house. And that got me down. I ain’t never been able to git up since.
“I paid a man for what he did for me. He said, ‘Well, you owe me fifteen cents.’ When he got done he said, ‘You owe me fifty cents.’ You can’t trust a man in the city.
“I was living down in England. That’s a little old country town. I come here to Little Rock where I could be in a city. I done well. I bought this place.
“I reckon I lived in Arkansas about thirty years before I left and come here to Little Rock. When I left Georgia, I come to Arkansas and settled down in Lonoke County, made crops there. I couldn’t tell you how long I stayed there. I didn’t keep no record of it at all. I come out of Lonoke County and went into Jefferson.
“Man, I was never in such shape as I am in now. That devilish stock law killed me. It killed all the people. Nobody ain’t been able to do nothin’ since they passed the stock law. I had seventy-five hogs and twenty cows. They made a law you had to keep them chickens up, keep them hogs up, keep them cows up. They shoots at every right thing, and the wrong things they don’t shoot at. God don’t uphold no man to set you up in the jail when you ain’t done nothin’. You didn’t have no privilege then (slave time), and you ain’t got none now.”
Interviewer: Pernella Anderson, colored.
El Dorado Division
Federal Writers’ Project
Union County. Arkansas
_EX-SLAVE AND RIDDLES_
“I was born in the Junction city community and belonged to the Cooks. I was ten years old at surrender. Mother and father had 12 children and we lived in a one room log cabin and cooked on a fireplace and oven. Mos and Miss Cook did not allow ma and pa to whip me. When ever I do something and I knew I was going to get a whipping I would make it to old Miss. She would keep me from getting that whipping. I was a devilish boy. I would do everything in the world I could think of just for devilment. Old mos was sure good to his slaves. I never went to school a day in my life. Old Miss would carry me to church sometimes when it was hot so we could fan for her. We used palmeter fan leaves for fans. We ate pretty good in slavery time, but we did not have all of this late stuff. Some of our dishes was possum stew, vegetables, persimmon pie and tato bread. Ma did not allow us to sit around grown folks. When they were talking she always made us get under the bed. Our bed was made from pine poles. We children slept on pallets on the floor. The way slaves married in slavery time they jumped over the broom and when they separated they jumped backward over the broom. Times were better in slavery time to my notion than they are now because they did not go hungry, neither necked. They ate common and wore one kind of clothes.”
A duck, a bullfrog and a skunk went to a circus, the duck and the bullfrog got in, why didn’t the skunk get in?
(Answer). The duck had a bill, the bullfrog had a greenback but the skunk had nothing but a scent.
If your father’s sister is not your aunt what kin is she to you? (your mother).
What is the difference between a four quart measure and a side saddle? (Answer). They both hold a gallon. (a gal on)
–Cora Armstrong, colored.
Interviewer: Miss Irene Robertson
Person interviewed: Lillie Baccus, Madison, Arkansas Age: 73
“I’ll tell you what I heard. I was too little to remember the Civil War. Mama’s owner was —- Dillard. She called him ‘Master’ Dillard. Papa’s owner was —- Smith. He called him ‘Master’ Smith. Mama was named Ann and papa Arthur Smith. I was born at West Point, Mississippi. I heard ma say she was sold. She said Pattick sold her. She had to leave her two children Cherry and Ann. Mama was a field hand. So was grandma yet she worked in the house some she said. After freedom Cherry and Ann come to mama. She was going to be sold agin but was freed before sold.
“Mama didn’t live only till I was about three years old, so I don’t know enough to tell you about her. Grandma raised us. She was sold twice. She said she run out of the house to pick up a star when the stars fell. They showered down and disappeared.
“The Yankees camped close to where they lived, close to West Point, Mississippi, but in the country close to an artesian well. The well was on their place. The Yankees stole grandma and kept her at their tent. They meant to take her on to wait on them and use but when they started to move old master spicioned they had her hid down there. He watched out and seen her when they was going to load her up. He went and got the head man to make them give her up. She was so glad to come home. Glad to see him cause she wanted to see him. They watched her so close she was afraid they would shoot her leaving. She lived to be 101 years old. She raised me. She used to tell how the overseer would whip her in the field. They wasn’t good to her in that way.
“I have three living children and eleven dead. I married twice. My first husband is living. My second husband is dead. I married in day time in the church the last time. All else ever took place in my life was hard work. I worked in the field till I was too old to hit a tap. I live wid my children. I get $8 and commodities.
“I come to Arkansas because they said money was easy to get–growed on bushes. I had four little children to make a living for and they said it was easier.
“I think people is better than they was long time ago. Times is harder. People have to buy everything they have as high as they is, makes money scarce nearly bout a place as hen’s teeth. Hens ain’t got no teeth. We don’t have much money I tell you. The Welfare gives me $8.”
Interviewer: Samuel S. Taylor
Person interviewed: Joseph Samuel Badgett 1221 Wright Avenue, Little Rock, Arkansas Age: 72
[HW: Mother was a Fighter]
“My mother had Indian in her. She would fight. She was the pet of the people. When she was out, the pateroles would whip her because she didn’t have a pass. She has showed me scars that were on her even till the day that she died. She was whipped because she was out without a pass. She could have had a pass any time for the asking, but she was too proud to ask. She never wanted to do things by permission.
Birth
“I was born in 1864. I was born right here in Dallas County. Some of the most prominent people in this state came from there. I was born on Thursday, in the morning at three o’clock, May the twelfth. My mother has told me that so often, I have it memorized.
Persistence of Slave Customs
“While I was a slave and was born close to the end of the Civil War, I remember seeing many of the soldiers down here. I remember much of the treatment given to the slaves. I used to say ‘master’ myself in my day. We had to do that till after ’69 or ’70. I remember the time when I couldn’t go nowhere without asking the ‘white folks.’ I wasn’t a slave then but I couldn’t go off without asking the white people. I didn’t know no better.
“I have known the time in the southern part of this state when if you wanted to give an entertainment you would have to ask the white folks. Didn’t know no better. For years and years, most of the niggers just stayed with the white folks. Didn’t want to leave them. Just took what they give ’em and didn’t ask for nothing different.
“If I had known forty years ago what I know now!
First Negro Doctor in Tulip, Arkansas
“The first Negro doctor we ever seen come from Little Rock down to Tulip, Arkansas. We were all excited. There were plenty of people who didn’t have a doctor living with twenty miles of them. When I was fourteen years old, I was secretary of a conference.
Schooling
“What little I know, an old white woman taught me. I started to school under this old woman because there weren’t any colored teachers. There wasn’t any school at Tulip where I lived. This old lady just wanted to help. I went to her about seven years. She taught us a little every year–‘specially in the summer time. She was high class–a high class Christian woman–belonged to the Presbyterian church. Her name was Mrs. Gentry Wiley.
“I went to school to Scipio Jones once. Then they opened a public school at Tulip and J.C. Smith taught there two years in the summer time. Then Lula Baily taught there one year. She didn’t know no more than I did. Then Scipio came. He was there for a while. I don’t remember just how long.
“After that I went to Pine Bluff. The County Judge at that time had the right to name a student from each district. I was appointed and went up there in ’82 and ’83 from my district. It took about eight years to finish Branch Normal at that time. I stayed there two years. I roomed with old man John Young.
“You couldn’t go to school without paying unless you were sent by the Board. We lived in the country and I would go home in the winter and study in the summer. Professor J.C. Corbin was principal of the Pine Bluff Branch Normal at that time. Dr. A.H. Hill, Professor Booker, and quite a number of the people we consider distinguished were in school then. They finished, but I didn’t. I had to go to my mother because she was ill. I don’t claim to have no schooling at all.
“Forty Acres and a Mule”
“My mother received forty acres of land when freedom came. Her master gave it to her. She was given forty acres of land and a colt. There is no more to tell about that. It was just that way–a gift of forty acres of land and a colt from her former master.
“My mother died. There is a woman living now that lost it (the home). Mother let Malinda live on it. Mother lived with the white folks meanwhile. She didn’t need the property for herself. She kept it for us. She built a nice log house on it. Fifteen acres of it was under cultivation when it was given to her. My sister lived on it for a long time. She mortgaged it in some way I don’t know how. I remember when the white people ran me down there some years back to get me to sign a title to it. I didn’t have to sign the paper because the property had been deeded to Susan Badgett and HEIRS; lawyers advised me not to sign it. But I signed it for the sake of my sister.
Father and Master
“My mother’s master was named Badgett–Captain John Badgett. He was a Methodist preacher. Some of the Badgetts still own property on Main Street. My mother’s master’s father was my daddy.
Marriage
“I was married July 12, 1889. Next year I will have been married fifty years. My wife’s name was Elizabeth Owens. She was born in Batesville, Mississippi. I met her at Brinkley when she was visiting her aunt. We married in Brinkley. Very few people in this city have lived together longer than we have. July 12, 1938, will make forty-nine years. By July 1939, we will have reached our fiftieth anniversary.
Patrollers, Jayhawkers, Ku Klux, and Ku Klux Klan
“Pateroles, Jayhawkers, and the Ku Klux came before the war. The Ku Klux in slavery times were men who would catch Negroes out and keep them if they did not collect from their masters. The Pateroles would catch Negroes out and return them if they did not have a pass. They whipped them sometimes if they did not have a pass. The Jayhawkers were highway men or robbers who stole slaves among other things. At least, that is the way the people regarded them. The Jayhawkers stole and pillaged, while the Ku Klux stole those Negroes they caught out. The word ‘Klan’ was never included in their name.
“The Ku Klux Klan was an organization which arose after the Civil War. It was composed of men who believed in white supremacy and who regulated the morals of the neighborhood. They were not only after Jews and Negroes, but they were sworn to protect the better class of people. They took the law in their own hands.
Slave Work
“I’m not so certain about the amount of work required of slaves. My mother says she picked four hundred pounds of cotton many a day. The slaves were tasked and given certain amounts to accomplish. I don’t know the exact amount nor just how it was determined.
Opinions
“It is too bad that the young Negroes don’t know what the old Negroes think and what they have done. The young folks could be helped if they would take advice.”
Interviewer’s Comment
Badgett’s distinctions between jayhawkers, Ku Klux, patrollers, and Ku Klux Klan are most interesting.
I have been slow to catch it. All my life, I have heard persons with ex-slave background refer to the activities of the Ku Klux among slaves prior to 1865. I always thought that they had the Klux Klan and the patrollers confused.
Badgett’s definite and clear-cut memories, however, lead me to believe that many of the Negroes who were slaves used the word Ku Klux to denote a type of persons who stole slaves. It was evidently in use before it was applied to the Ku Klux Klan.
The words “Ku Klux” and “Ku Klux Klan” are used indiscriminately in current conversation and literature. It is also true that many persons in the present do, and in the past did, refer to the Ku Klux Klan simply as “Ku Klux.”
It is a matter of record that the organization did not at first bear the name “Ku Klux Klan” throughout the South. The name “Ku Klux” seems to have grown in application as the organization changed from a moral association of the best citizens of the South and gradually came under the control of lawless persons with lawless methods–whipping and murdering. It is antecedently reasonable that the change in names accompanying a change in policy would be due to a fitness in the prior use of the name.
The recent use of the name seems mostly imitation and propaganda.
Histories, encyclopedias, and dictionaries, in general, do not record a meaning of the term Ku Klux as prior to the Reconstruction period.
Circumstances of Interview
STATE–Arkansas
NAME OF WORKER–Samuel S. Taylor
ADDRESS–Little Rock, Arkansas
DATE–December, 1938
SUBJECT–Ex-slave
1. Name and address of informant–Jeff Bailey, 713 W. Ninth Street, Little Rock.
2. Date and time of interview–
3. Place of interview–713 W. Ninth Street, Little Rock.
4. Name and address of person, if any, who put you in touch with informant–
5. Name and address of person, if any, accompanying you–
6. Description of room, house, surroundings, etc.
Personal History of Informant
STATE–Arkansas
NAME OF WORKER–Samuel S. Taylor
ADDRESS–Little Rock, Arkansas
DATE–December, 1938
SUBJECT–Ex-slave
NAME AND ADDRESS OF INFORMANT–Jeff Bailey, 713 W. Ninth Street, Little Rock.
1. Ancestry–father, Jeff Wells; mother, Tilda Bailey.
2. Place and date of birth–born in 1861 in Monticello, Arkansas.
3. Family–
4. Places lived in, with dates–reared in Monticello. Lived in Pine Bluff thirty-two years, then moved to Little Rock and has lived here thirty-two years.
5. Education, with dates–
6. Occupations and accomplishments, with dates–Hostler
7. Special skills and interests–
8. Community and religious activities–
9. Description of informant–
10. Other points gained in interview–
Text of Interview (Unedited)
STATE–Arkansas
NAME OF WORKER–Samuel S. Taylor
ADDRESS–Little Rock, Arkansas
DATE–December, 1938
SUBJECT-Ex-slave
NAME AND ADDRESS OF INFORMANT–Jeff Bailey, 713 W. Ninth Street, Little Rock.
[HW: A Hostler’s Story]
“I was born in Monticello. I was raised there. Then I came up to Pine Bluff and stayed there thirty-two years. Then I came up here and been here thirty-two years. That is the reason the white folks so good to me now. I been here so long, I been a hostler all my life. I am the best hostler in this State. I go down to the post office they give me money. These white folks here is good to me.
“What you writing down? Yes, that’s what I said. These white folks like me and they good to me. They give me anything I want. You want a drink? That’s the best bonded whiskey money can buy. They gives it to me. Well, if you don’t want it now, come in when you do.
“I lost my wife right there in that corner. I was married just once. Lived with her forty-three years. She died here five months ago. Josie Bailey! The white folks thought the world and all of her. That is another reason they give me so much. She was one of the best women I ever seen.
“I gits ten dollars a month. The check comes right up to the house. I used to work with all them money men. Used to handle all them horses at the post office. They ought to give me sixty-five dollars but they don’t. But I gits along. God is likely to lemme live ten years longer. I worked at the post office twenty-two years and don’t git but ten dollars a month. They ought to gimme more.
“My father’s name was Jeff Wells. My mother’s name was Tilda Bailey. She was married twice. I took her master’s name. Jeff Wells was my father’s name. Governor Bailey ought to give me somethin’. I got the same name he has. I know him.
“My father’s master was Stanley–Jeff Stanley. That was in slavery time. That was my slave time people. I was just a little bit of a boy. I am glad you are gittin’ that to help the colored people out. Are they goin’ to give the old slaves a pension? What they want to ask all these questions for then? Well, I guess there’s somethin’ else besides money that’s worth while.
“My father’s master was a good man. He was good to him. Yes Baby! Jeff Wells, that my father’s name. I was a little baby settin’ in the basket ’round in the yard and they would put the cotton all ’round me. They carried me out where they worked and put me in the basket. I couldn’t pick no cotton because I was too young. When they got through they would put me in that big old wagon and carry me home. There wasn’t no trucks then. Jeff Wells (that was my father), when they got through pickin’ the cotton, he would say, ‘Put them children in the wagon; pick ’em up and put ’em in the wagon.’ I was a little bitty old boy. I couldn’t pick no cotton then. But I used to pick it after the surrender.
“I remember what they said when they freed my father. They said, ‘You’re free. You children are free. Go on back there and work and let your children work. Don’t work them children too long. You’ll git pay for your work.’ That was in the Monticello courthouse yard. They said, ‘You’re free! Free!’
“My mistress said to me when I got back home, ‘You’re free. Go on out in the orchard and git yoself some peaches.’ They had a yard full of peaches. Baby did I git me some peaches. I pulled a bushel of ’em.
Ku Klux Klan
“The Ku Klux run my father out of the fields once. And the white people went and got them ’bout it. They said, ‘Times is hard, and we can’t have these people losin’ time out of the fields. You let these people work.’ A week after that, they didn’t do no mo. The Ku Klux didn’t. Somebody laid them out. I used to go out to the fields and they would ask me, ‘Jeff Bailey, what you do in’ out here?’ I was a little boy and you jus’ ought to seen me gittin’ ‘way frum there. Whooo-eeee!
“I used to pick cotton back yonder in Monticello. I can’t pick no cotton now. Naw Lawd! I’m too old. I can’t do that kind of work now. I need help. Carl Bailey knows me. He’ll help me. I’m a hostler. I handle horses. I used to pick cotton forty years ago. My mother washed clothes right after the War to git us children some thin’ to eat. Sometimes somebody would give us somethin’ to help us out.
“Tilda Bailey, that was my mother. She and my father belonged to different masters. Bailey was her master’s name. She always called herself Bailey and I call myself Bailey. If I die, I’ll be Bailey. My insurance is in the name of Bailey. My father and mother had about eight children. They raised all their children in Monticello. You ever been to Monticello? I had a good time in Monticello. I was a baby when peace was declared. Just toddling ’round.
“My father drank too much. I used to tell him about it. I used to say to him, ‘I wouldn’t drink so much whiskey.’ But he drank it right on. He drank hisself to death.
“I believe Roosevelt’s goin’ to be President again. I believe he’s goin’ to run for a third term. He’s goin’ to be dictator. He’s goin’ to be king. He’s goin’ to be a good dictator. We don’t want no more Republic. The people are too hard on the poor people. President Roosevelt lets everybody git somethin’. I hope he’ll git it. I hope he’ll be dictator. I hope he’ll be king. Yuh git hold uh some money with him.
“You couldn’t ever have a chance if Cook got to be governor. I believe Carl Bailey’s goin’ to be a good governor. I believe he’ll do better. They put Miz Carraway back; I believe she’ll do good too.”
Extra Comment
STATE–Arkansas
NAME OF WORKER–Samuel S. Taylor
ADDRESS–Little Rock, Arkansas
DATE–December, 1938
SUBJECT–Ex-slave
NAME AND ADDRESS OF INFORMANT–Jeff Bailey, 713 W. Ninth Street, Little Rock.
Jeff Bailey talked like a man of ninety instead of a man of seventy-six or seven. It was hard to get him to stick to any kind of a story. He had two or three things on his mind and he repeated those things over and over again–Governor Bailey, Hostler, Post Office. He had to be pried loose from them. And he always returned the next sentence.
Interviewer: Mary D. Hudgins.
Person Interviewed: James Baker Aged: 81 Home: With daughter who owns home at 941 Wade St.
The outskirts of eastern Hot Springs resemble a vast checkerboard–patterned in Black and White. Within two blocks of a house made of log-faced siding–painted a spotless white and provided with blue shutters will be a shack which appears to have been made from the discard of a dozen generations of houses.
Some of the yards are thick with rusting cans, old tires and miscelaneous rubbish. Some of them are so gutted by gully wash that any attempt at beautification would be worse than useless. Some are swept–farm fashion–free from surface dust and twigs. Some attempt–others achieve grass and flowers. Vegetable gardens are far less frequent then they should be, considering space left bare.
The interviewer frankly lost her way several times. One improper direction took her fully half a mile beyond her destination. From a hilltop she could look down on less elevated hills and into narrow valleys. The impression was that of a cheaply painted back-drop designed for a “stock” presentation of “Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch.”
Moving along streets, alleys and paths backward “toward town” the interviewer reached another hill. Almost a quarter of a mile away she spied an old colored man sunning himself on the front porch of a well kept cottage. Somthing about his white hair and erectly-slumped bearing screamed “Ex-slave” even at that distance. A negro youth was passing.
“I beg your pardon, can you tell me where to find Wade Street and James Baker?” “Ya–ya–ya–s ma’am. Dat–dat–dat’s de house over da–da–da–da–r. He–he–he lives at his daughter’s” “Could that be he on the porch?” “Ya–ya–yas ma’am. Dat–dat–dat’s right.”
“Yes, ma’am I’m James Baker. Yes ma’am I remembers about the war. You want to talk to me about it. Let me get you a chair. You’d rather sit right there on the step? All right ma’am.
I was born in Hot Spring county, below Melvern it was. I was borned on the farm of a man named Hammonds. But I was pretty little when he sold me to some folks named Fenton. Wasn’t with them so very long. You know how it goes–back in them days. When a girl or a boy would marry, why they’d givem them as many black folks as they could spare. I was give to one of the daughters when she married. She was Mrs. Samuel Gentry.
I wasn’t so very big before the war. So I didn’t have to work in the fields. Just sort of played around. Can’t remember very much about what happened then. We never did see no fighting about. They was men what passed through. They was soldiers. They come backwards and forewards. I was about as big as that boy you see there”–pointing to a lad about 8 years old–“some of them they was dressed in blue–sort of blue. We was told that they was Federals. Then some of them was in grey–them was the Southerners.
No, we wasn’t scared of them–either of them. They didn’t never bother none of us. Didn’t have anything to be scared of not at all. It wasn’t really Malvern we was at–that was sort of before Malvern come to be. Malvern didn’t grow up until after the railroad come through. The town was across the river, sort of this side. It was called Rockport. Ma’am–you know about Rockport”–a delighted chuckle. “Yes, ma’am, don’t many folks now-a-days know about Rockport. Yes ma’am the river is pretty shoaly right there. Pretty shoaly. Yes ma’am there was lots of doings around Rockport. Yes ma’am. Dat’s right. Before Garland county was made, Rockport was the capitol O–I mean de county seat of Hot Spring County. Hot Springs was in that county at that time. There was big doings in town when they held court. Real big doings.
No, ma’am I didn’t do nothing much when the war was over. No, I didn’t go to be with my daddy. I moved over to live with a man I called Uncle Billy–Uncle Billy Bryant he was. He had all his family with him. I stayed with him and did what he told me to–’til I grew up. He was always good to me–treated me like his own children.
Uncle Billy lived at Rockport. I liked living with him. I remember the court house burned down–or blowed down–seems like to me it burned down. Uncle Billy got the job of cleaning bricks. I helped him. That was when they moved over to Malvern–the court house I mean. No–no they didn’t. Not then, that was later–they didn’t build the railroad until later. They built it back–sort of simple like–built it down by Judge Kieth’s.
No ma’am. I don’t remember nothing about when they built the railroad. You see we lived across the river–and I guess–well I just didn’t know nothing about it. But Rockport wasn’t no good after the railroad come in. They moved the court house and most of the folks moved away. There wasn’t nothing much left.
I started farming around there some. I moved about quite a bit. I lived down sort of by Benton too for quite a spell. I worked around at most any kind of farming.
‘Course most of the time we was working at cotton and corn. I’s spent most of my life farming. I like it. Moved around pretty considerable. Sometimes I hired out–sometimes I share cropped–sometimes I worked thirds and fourths. What does I mean by hired out–I means worked for wages. Which way did I like best–I’ll take share-cropping. I sort of like share-cropping.
I been in Hot Springs for 7 years. Come to be with my daughter.” (An interruption by a small negro girl–neatly dressed and bright-eyed. Not content with watching from the sidelines she had edged closer and squatted comfortably within a couple of feet of the interviewer. A wide, pearly grin, a wee pointing forefinger and, “Granddaddy, that lady’s got a tablet just like Aunt Ellen. See, Granddaddy.”) “You mustm’t bother the lady. Didn’t your mother tell you not to stop folks when they is talking.”–the voice was kindly and there was paternal pride in it. A nickle–tendered the youngster by the interviewer–and guaranteed to produce a similar tablet won a smile and childish silence.
“Yes, ma’am, I lives with my daughter–her name is Lulu Mitchell. She owns her house–yes ma’am it helps. But it’s sure hard to get along. Seems like it’s lots harder now than it used to be when I was gitting started. Lulu works–she irons. Another daughter lives right over there. Her name’s Ellen. She works too–at what she can get to do. She owns her house too.
Three of my daughters is living. Been married twice–I has. Didn’t stay with the last one long. Yes ma’am I been coming backwards and forewards to Hot Springs all my life–you might say. ‘Twasn’t far over and I kept a’coming back. Been living all around here. It’s pretty nice being with my daughter. She’s good to me. I loves my granddaughter. We has a pretty hard time–Harder dan what I had when I was young–but then it do seem like it’s harder to earn money dan what it was when I was young.”
Interviewer: R.S. Taylor
Person Interviewed: Uncle William Baltimore Resident: Route #1, Pine Bluff, Arkansas, Jefferson County. Age: 103.
“You wants to know how old I is? I’se lived a long time. I’se goin’ on 104. My gran’mammy was over 100 years. My mamma was 100. My pappy was 96. They was twelve chilluns. I don’t know if any of my sisters or brothers is livin’. Don’t know if one of my friends back in my boy days is livin’. I’se like a poor old leaf left hangin’ to a tree.
“Yes–I sho do member back befo’ the war. I was borned on the Dr. Waters place about twelve miles out of Pine Bluff on the east side of Noble Lake. My gran’mammy and gran’pappy and my mamma and my pappy were slaves on de Walker plantation. I was not bought or sold–just lived on de old plantation. I wasn’t whipped neither but once I mighty near got a beatin’. Want to hear about it? I likes to tell.
“Dr. Waters had a good heart. He didn’t call us ‘slaves’. He call us ‘servants’. He didn’t want none of his niggers whipped ‘ceptin when there wasn’t no other way. I was grown up pretty good size. Dr. Waters liked me cause I could make wagons and show mules. Once when he was going away to be gone all day, he tole me what to do while he was gone. The overseer wasn’t no such good man as old master. He wanted to be boss and told me what to do. I tole him de big boss had tole me what to do and I was goin’ to do it. He got mad and said if I didn’t do what he said I’d take a beating. I was a big nigger and powerful stout. I tole the overseer fore he whipped me he’s show himself a better man than I was. When he found he was to have a fight he didn’t say no more about the whipping.
“I worked on de plantation till de war broke. Then I went into the army with them what called themselves secesh’s. I didn’t fight none, never give me a gun nor sword. I was a servant. I cooked and toted things. In 1863 I was captured by the Yankees and marched to Little Rock and sworn in as a Union Soldier. I was sure enough soldier now. I never did any fighting but I marched with the soldiers and worked for them whatever they said.
“We marched from Pine Bluff on through Ft. Smith and the Indian Territory of Oklahoma. Then we went to Leavenworth Kansas and back to Jefferson County, Arkansas. And all that walking I did on these same foots you see right here now.
“On this long march we camped thirty miles from Ft. Smith. We had gone without food three days and was powerful hongry. I started out to get something to eat. I found a sheep, I was tickled. I laughed. I could turn the taste of that sheep meat under my tongue. When I got to camp with the sheep I had to leave for picket duty. Hungrier than ever, I thought of that sheep all the time. When I got back I wanted my chunk of meat. It had been killed, cooked, eat up. Never got a grease spot on my finger from my sheep.
“When time come for breaking up the army I went back to Jefferson county and set to farmin’. I was free now. I didn’t do so well on the land as I didn’t have mules and money to live on. I went to Dersa County and opened up a blacksmith shop. I learned how to do this work when I was with Dr. Waters. He had me taught by a skilled man. I learned to build wagons too.
“I made my own tools. Who showed me how? Nobody. When I needed a hack saw I made it out of a file–that was all I had to make it of. I had to have it. Once I made a cotton scraper out of a piece of hardwood. I put a steel edge on it. O yes I made everything. Can I build a wagon–make all the parts? Every thing but the hubs for the wheels.
“You say I don’t seem to see very well. Ha-ha! I don’t see nuthin’ at all. I’se been plum blind for 23 years. I can’t see nothin’. But I patches my own clothes. You don’t know how I can thread the needle? Look here.” I asked him to let me see his needle threader. He felt around in a drawer and pulled out a tiny little half arrow which he had made of a bit of tin with a pair of scissors and fine file. He pushed this through the eye of the needle, then hooked the thread on it and pulled it back again threading his needle as fast as if he had good eyesight. “This is a needle threader. I made it myself. Watch me thread a needle. Can’t I do it as fast as if I had a head full of keen eyes? My wife been gone twenty years. She went blind too. I had to do something. My patches may not look so pretty but they sure holt (hold).
“You wants to know what I think of the way young folks is doing these days? They’se goin’ to fast. So is their papas and mammas. Dey done forgot dey’s a God and a day of settlin’. Den what dances pays de fiddler. I got religion long time ago–jined de Baptist church in 1870 and haven’t never got away from it. I’se tried to tote fair with God and he’s done fair by me.
“Does I get a pension? I shure do. It was a lucky day when de Yankees got me. Ef they hadn’t I don’t know what’d become of me. After I went blind I had hard times. Folks, white folks and all, brought me food. But that wasn’t any good way to get along. Sometimes I ate, sometimes I didn’t. So some of my white, friends dug up my record with the Yankees and got me a pension. Now I’m setting pretty for de rest of my life. Yes–O yes I’se older dan most folks get. Still I may be still takin’ my grub here when some of these young whiskey drinkin razzin’ around young chaps is under the dirt. It pays to I don know of any bad spots in me yet. It pays to live honest, work hard, stay sober. God only knows what some of these lazy, triflin’ drinkin’ young folks is comin’ to.”
Interviewer: Pernella M. Anderson
Person interviewed: Mose Banks
Douglas Addition, El Dorado, Arkansas Age: 69
“My name is Mose Banks and I am sixty-nine years old. I was born in 1869. I was born four years after freedom but still I was a slave in a way. My papa stayed with his old miss and master after freedom until he died and he just died in 1918, so we all stayed with him too. I had one of the best easiest times in my life. My master was name Bob Stevenson and he was a jewel. Never meaned us, never dogged, never hit one of us in his life. He bought us just like he bought my papa. He never made any of the girls work in the field. He said the work was too hard. He always said splitting rails, bushing, plowing and work like that was for men. That work makes no count women.
“The girls swept yards, cleaned the house, nursed, and washed and ironed, combed old miss’ and the children’s hair and cut their finger and toe nails and mended the clothes. The womens’ job was to cook, attend to the cows, knit all the socks for the men and boys, spin thread, card bats, weave cloth, quilt, sew, scrub and things like that.
“The little boys drove up the cows, slopped the hogs, got wood and pine for light, go to the spring and get water. After a boy was twelve then he let him work in the fields. My main job was hitching the horse to the buggy for old Miss Stevenson, and put the saddle on old master’s saddle horse.
“I was very small but when the first railroad come through old master took us to see the train. I guess it was about forty or fifty miles because it took us around four days to make the round trip. The trains were not like they are now. The engine was smaller and they burned wood and they had what they called a drum head and they didn’t run very fast, and could not carry many cars. It was a narrow gauge road and the rails were small and the road was dirt. It was not gravel and rocks like it is now. It was a great show to me and we all had something to talk about for a long time. People all around went to see it and we camped out one night going and coming and camped one night at the railroad so we could see the train the next day. A man kept putting wood in the furnace in order to keep a fire. Smoke come out of the drum head. The drum head was something like a big washpot or a big old hogshead barrel. An ox team was used for most all traveling. You did not see very many horses or mules.
“The white children taught us how to read and I went to school too.
“I went to church too. We did not have a church house; we used a brush arbor for service for a long time. In the winter we built a big fire in the middle and we sat all around the fire on small pine logs. Later they built a log church, so we had service in there for years.
“We did not live near a school, so old mistress and the children taught us how to read and write and count. I never went to school in my life and I bet you, can’t none of these children that rub their heads on college walls beat me reading and counting. You call one and ask them to divide ninety-nine cows and one bob-tailed bull by two, and they can’t answer it to save their lives without a pencil and paper and two hours’ figuring when it’s nothing to say but fifty.
“Wasn’t no cook stoves and heaters until about 1890 or 1900. If there was I did not know about them. They cooked on fireplace and fire out in the yard on what they called oven and we had plenty of plain grub. We stole eggs from the big house because we never got any eggs.
“The custom of marrying was just pack up and go on and live with who you wanted to; that is the Negroes did–I don’t know how the white people married. This lawful marrying came from the law since man made law.
“When anybody died everybody stopped working and moaned and prayed until after the burying.
“I can say there is as much difference between now and sixty years ago as it is in day and night.”
Interviewer: S. S. Taylor
Person interviewed: Henry Banner
County Hospital
Little Rock, Ark.
Age: ?
[HW: Forty Acres and a Mule]
“I was sold the third year of the war for fifteen years old. That would be in 1864. That would make my birthday come in 1849. I must have been 12 year old when the war started and sixteen when Lee surrendered. I was born and raised in Russell County, Ol’ Virginny. I was sold out of Russell County during the war. Ol’ Man Menefee refugeed me into Tennessee near Knoxville. They sold me down there to a man named Jim Maddison. He carried me down in Virginny near Lynchburg and sold me to Jim Alec Wright. He was the man I was with in the time of the surrender. Then I was in a town called Liberty. The last time I was sold, I sold for $2,300,–more than I’m worth now.
“Police were for white folks. Patteroles were for niggers. If they caught niggers out without a pass they would whip them. The patteroles were for darkies, police for other people.
“They run me once, and I ran home. I had a dog at home, and there wasn’t no chance them gettin’ by that dog. They caught me once in Liberty, and Mrs. Charlie Crenchaw, Ol’ John Crenchaw’s daughter, came out and made them turn me loose. She said, ‘They are our darkies; turn them loose.’
“One of them got after me one night. I ran through a gate and he couldn’t get through. Every time I looked around, I would see through the trees some bush or other and think it was him gaining on me. God knows! I ran myself to death and got home and fell down on the floor.
“The slaves weren’t expecting nothing. It got out somehow that they were going to give us forty acres and a mule. We all went up in town. They asked me who I belonged to and I told them my master was named Banner. One man said, ‘Young man, I would go by my mama’s name if I were you.’ I told him my mother’s name was Banner too. Then he opened a book and told me all the laws. He told me never to go by any name except Banner. That was all the mule they ever give me.
“I started home a year after I got free and made a crop. I had my gear what I had saved on the plantation and went to town to get my mule but there wasn’t any mule.
“Before the war you belonged to somebody. After the war you weren’t nothin’ but a nigger. The laws of the country were made for the white man. The laws of the North were made for man.
“Freedom is better than slavery though. I done seed both sides. I seen darkies chained. If a good nigger killed a white overseer, they wouldn’t do nothin’ to him. If he was a bad nigger, they’d sell him. They raised niggers to sell; they didn’t want to lose them. It was just like a mule killing a man.
“Yellow niggers didn’t sell so well. There weren’t so many of them as there are now. Black niggers stood the climate better. At least, everybody thought so.
“If a woman didn’t breed well, she was put in a gang and sold. They married just like they do now but they didn’t have no license. Some people say that they done this and that thing but it’s no such a thing. They married just like they do now, only they didn’t have no license.
“Ol’ man came out on April 9, 1865. and said, ‘General Lee’s whipped now and dam badly whipped. The war is over. The Yankees done got the country. It is all over. Just go home and hide everything you got. General Lee’s army is coming this way and stealing everything they can get their hands on.’ But General Lee’s army went the other way.
“I saw a sack of money setting near the store. I looked around and I didn’t see nobody. So I took it and carried it home. Then I hid it. I heard in town that Jeff Davis was dead and his money was no good. I took out some of the money and went to the grocery and bought some bread and handed her five dollar bill. She said, ‘My goodness, Henry, that money is no good; the Yankees have killed it.’ And I had done gone all over the woods and hid that money out. There wasn’t no money. Nobody had anything. I worked for two bits a day. All our money was dead.
“The Yankees fed the white people with hard tacks (at Liberty, Virginia). All around the country, them that didn’t have nothin’ had to go to the commissary and get hard tacks.
“I started home. I went to town and rambled all around but there wasn’t nothin’ for me.
“I was set free in April. About nine o’clock in the morning when we went to see what work we would do, ol’ man Wright called us all up and told us to come together. Then he told us we were free. I couldn’t get nothing to do; so I jus’ stayed on and made a crop.”
Interviewer: Miss Irene Robertson
Person interviewed: John W. H. Barnett, Marianna, Arkansas Age: 81
“I was born at Clinton Parish, Louisiana. I’m eighty-one years old. My parents and four children was sold and left six children behind. They kept the oldest children. In that way I was sold but never alone. Our family was divided and that brought grief to my parents. We was sold on a block at New Orleans. J.J. Gambol (Gamble?) in north Louisiana bought us. After freedom I seen all but one of our family. I don’t recollect why that was.
“For three weeks steady after the surrender people was passing from the War and for two years off and on somebody come along going home. Some rode and some had a cane or stick walking. Mother was cooking a pot of shoulder meat. Them blue soldiers come by and et it up. I didn’t get any I know that. They cleaned us out. Father was born at Eastern Shore, Maryland. He was about half Indian. Mother’s mother was a squaw. I’m more Indian than Negro. Father said it was a white man’s war. He didn’t go to war. Mother was very dark. He spoke a broken tongue.
“We worked on after freedom for the man we was owned by. We worked crops and patches. I didn’t see much difference then. I see a big change come out of it. We had to work. The work didn’t slacken a bit. I never owned land but my father owned eighty acres in Drew County. I don’t know what become of it. I worked on the railroad section, laid crossties, worked in stave mills. I farmed a whole lot all along. I hauled and cut wood.
“I get ten dollars and I sells sassafras and little things along to help out. My wife died. My two sons left just before the World War. I never hear from them. I married since then.
“Present times–I can’t figure it out. Seems like a stampede. Not much work to do. If I was young I reckon I could find something to do.
“Present generation–Seem like they are more united. The old ones have to teach the young ones what to do. They don’t listen all the time. The times is strange. People’s children don’t do them much good now seems like. They waste most all they make some way. They don’t make it regular like we did farming. The work wasn’t regular farming but Saturday was ration day and we got that.”
Interviewer: Miss Irene Robertson
Person interviewed: Josephine Ann Barnett, R.F.D., De Valls Bluff, Arkansas Age: 75 or 80
“I do not knows my exact age. I judge I somewhere between 75 and 80 years old. I was born close to Germantown, Tennessee. We belong, that is my mother, to Phillip McNeill and Sally McNeill. My mother was a milker. He had a whole heap of hogs, cattle and stock. That not all my mother done. She plowed. Children done the churnin’.
“The way it all come bout I was the onliest chile my mother had. Him and Miss Sallie left her to help gather the crop and they brought me in the buggy wid them. I set on a little box in the foot of the buggy. It had a white umbrella stretched over it. Great big umbrella run in between them. It was fastened to the buggy seat. When we got to Memphis they loaded the buggy on the ship. I had a fine time coming. When we got to Bucks Landing we rode to his place in the buggy. It is 13 miles from here (De Valls Bluff). In the fall nearly all his slaves come out here. Then when my mother come on. I never seen my papa after I left back home [TR: Crossed out: (near Germantown)]. My father belong to Boston Hack. He wouldn’t sell and Mr. McNeill wouldn’t sell and that how it come.
“I muster been five or six years old when I come out here to Arkansas. My grandma was a midwife. She was already out here. She had to come with the first crowd cause some women was expecting. I tell you it sho was squally times. This country was wild. It was different from Tennessee or close to Germantown where we come from. None of the slaves liked it but they was brought.
“The war come on direckly after we got here. Several families had the slaves drove off to Texas to save them. Keep em from following the Yankee soldiers right here at the Bluff off. I remember seein’ them come up to the gate. My mother and two aunts went. His son and some more men drove em. After freedom them what left childern come back. I stayed with my grandma while they gone. I fed the chickens, shelled corn, churned, swept. I done any little turns they sent me to do.
“One thing I remember happened when they had scrimmage close–it mighter been the one on Long Prairie–they brought a young boy shot through his lung to Mr. Phillip McNeill’s house. He was a stranger. He died. I felt so sorry for him. He was right young. He belong to the Southern army. The Southern army nearly made his place their headquarters.
“Another thing I remember was a agent was going through the country settin’ fire to all the cotton. Mr. McNeill had his cotton–all our crop we made. That man set it afire. It burned more than a week big. He burned some left at the gin not Mr. McNeill’s. It was fun to us children but I know my grandma cried and all the balance of the slaves. Cause they got some Christmas money and clothes too when the cotton was sold.
“The slaves hated the Yankees. They treated them mean. They was having a big time. They didn’t like the slaves. They steal from the slaves too. Some poor folks didn’t have slaves.
“After freedom my mother come back after me and we come here to De Valls Bluff and I been here ever since. The Yankee soldiers had built shacks and they left them. They would do. Some was one room, log, boxed and all sorts. They give us a little to eat to keep us from starvin’. It sho was a little bit too. My mother got work about.
“The first schoolhouse was a colored school. We had two rooms and two teachers sent down from the North to teach us. If they had a white school I didn’t know it. They had one later on. I was bout grown. Mr. Proctor and Miss Rice was the first teachers. We laughed bout em. They was rough looking, didn’t look like white folks down here we’d been used to. They thought they sho was smart. Another teacher come down here was Mr. Abner. White folks wouldn’t have nothin’ to do with em. We learned. They learned us the ABC’s and to write. I can read. I learned a heap of it since I got grown just trying. They gimme a start.
“Times is hard in a way. Prices so high. I never had a hard time in my life. I get $40 a month. It is cause my husband was a soldier here at De Valls Bluff.
“I do not vote. I ain’t goiner vote.
“I don’t know what to think of the young generation. They are on the road to ruin seems like. I speakln’ of the real young folks. They do like they see the white girls and boys doin’. I don’t know what to become of em. The women outer stay at home and let the men take care of em. The women seems like taking all the jobs. The colored folks cookin’ and making the living for their men folks. It ain’t right–to me. But I don’t care how they do. Things ain’t got fixed since that last war.” (World War).
Interviewer: Mrs. Rosa B. Ingram
Person interviewed: Lizzie Barnett; Conway, Arkansas Age: 100?
“Yes; I was born a slave. My old mammy was a slave before me. She was owned by my old Miss, Fanny Pennington, of Nashville, Tennessee. I was born on a plantation near there. She is dead now. I shore did love Miss Fanny.
“Did you have any brothers and sisters, Aunt Liz.?”
“Why, law yes, honey, my mammy and Miss Fanny raised dey chillun together. Three each, and we was jes’ like brothers and sisters, all played in de same yard. No, we did not eat together. Dey sot us niggers out in de yard to eat, but many a night I’se slept with Miss Fanny.
“Mr. Pennington up and took de old-time consumption. Dey calls it T.B. now. My mammy nursed him and took it from him and died before Mr. Abe Lincoln ever sot her free.
“I have seen hard times, Miss, I shore have.
“In dem days when a man owned a plantation and had children and they liked any of the little slave niggers, they were issued out to ’em just like a horse or cow.
“‘Member, honey, when de old-time war happened between the North and South, The Slavery War. It was so long ago I just can ‘member it. Dey had us niggers scared to death of the Bluejackets. One day a man come to Miss Fanny’s house and took a liking to me. He put me up on a block an’ he say, ‘How old is dis nigger?’ An’ she say ‘five’ when she know well an’ good I was ten. No, he didn’t get me. But I thought my time had come.
“Yes, siree, I was Miss Fanny’s child. Why wouldn’t I love her when I sucked titty from her breast when my mammy was working in the field? I shore did love Miss Fanny.
“When de nigger war was over and dey didn’t fit (fight) any longer, Abe Lincoln sot all de niggers free and den got ‘sassinated fer doin it.
“Miss, you don’t know what a hard life we slaves had, cause you ain’t old enough to ‘member it. Many a time I’ve heard the bull whips a-flying, and heard the awful cries of the slaves. The flesh would be cut in great gaps and the maggits (maggots) would get in them and they would squirm in misery.
“I want you to know I am not on Arkansas born nigger. I come from Tennessee. Be sure to put that down. I moved to Memphis after Miss Fanny died.
“While I lived in Memphis, de Yellow Fever broke out. You have never seed the like. Everything was under quarantine. The folks died in piles and de coffins was piled as high as a house. They buried them in trenches, and later they dug graves and buried them. When they got to looking into the coffins, they discovered some had turned over in dey coffins and some had clawed dey eyes out and some had gnawed holes in dey hands. Dey was buried alive!
“Miss, do you believe in ha’nts? Well, if you had been in Memphis den you would. Dey was jes’ paradin’ de streets at nite and you’d meet dem comin at you round de dark corners and all de houses everywhere was ha’nted. I’ve seed plenty of ’em wid my own eyes, yes, siree.
“Yes, the times were awful in Memphis endurin the plague. Women dead lying around and babies sucking their breasts. As soon as the frost came and the quarantine was lifted, I came to Conway, 1867. But I am a Tennessee nigger.
“When I cams to Conway there were few houses to live in. No depot. I bought this piece of land to build my shanty from Mr. Jim Harkrider for $25.00. I worked hard for white folks and saved my money and had this little two-room house built (mud chimney, and small porch and one small window). It is about to fall down on me, but it will last as long as I live. At first, I lived and cooked under a bush (brush) arbor. Cooked on the coals in an iron skillet. Here it it, Miss.
“Part ob de time after de nigger war (Civil) I lived in Hot Springs. President ‘Kinley had a big reservation over there and a big hospital for the sick and wounded soldiers. Den de war broke out in Cuba and dere was a spatch (dispatch) board what de news come over dat de war was on. Den when dat war was over and ‘Kinley was tryin to get us niggers a slave pension dey up and ‘sassinated him.
“After Mr. Lincoln sot de slaves free, dey had Northern teachers down South and they were called spies and all left the country.
“I don’t know ‘sactly how old I am. Dey say I am 100. If Miss Fanny was livin’ she could settle it. But I have had a hard life. Yes mam. Here I is living in my shanty, ‘pendin’ on my good white neighbors to feed me and no income ‘cept my Old Age Pension. Thank God for Mr. Roosevelt. I love my Southern white friends. I am glad the North and South done shook hands and made friends. All I has to do now is sit and look forward to de day when I can meet my old mammy and Miss Fanny in the Glory Land. Thank God.”
Interviewer: Miss Irene Robertson
Person interviewed: Spencer Barnett (blind), Holly Grove, Ark. Age: 81
“I was born April 30, 1856. It was wrote in a old Bible. I am 81 years old. I was born 3 miles from Florence, Alabama. The folks owned us was Nancy and Mars Tom Williams. To my recollection they had John, William, and Tom, boys; Jane, Ann, Lucy, and Emma, girls. In my family there was 13 children. My parents name Harry and Harriett Barnett.
“Mars Tom Williams had a tanning yard. He bought hides this way: When a fellow bring hides he would tan em then give him back half what he brought. Then he work up the rest in shoes, harness, whoops, saddles and sell them. The man all worked wid him and he had a farm. He raised corn, cotton, wheat, and oats.
“That slavery was bad. Mars Tom Williams wasn’t cruel. He never broke the skin. When the horn blowed they better be in place. They used a twisted cowhide whoop. It was wet and tied, then it mortally would hurt. One thing you had to be in your place day and night. It was confinin’.
“Sunday was visiting day.
“One man come to dinner, he hit a horse wid a rock and run way. He missed his dinner. He come back fo dark and went tole Mars Tom. He didn’t whoop him. I was mighty little when that took place.
“They worked on Saturday like any other day. One man fixed out the rations. It didn’t take long fer to go git em.
“The women plowed like men in plow time. Some women made rails. When it was cold and raining they spun and wove in the house. The men cut wood under a shed or side the barn so it knock off the wind. Mars Tom Williams had 12 grown men and women. I was too little to count but I heard my folks call am over by name and number more times en I got fingers and toes. He would hire em out to work some.
“When freedom come on I was on Hawkin Lankford Simpson place. It was 3 or 5 miles from town. They had a big dinner-picnic close by. It was 4 or 5 day of August. A lot of soldiers come by there and said, ‘You niggers air free.’ It bout broke up the picnic. The white folks broke off home. Them wanted to go back went, them didn’t struck off gone wild. Miss Lucy and Mr. Bob Barnett give all of em stayed some corn and a little money. Then he paid off at the end of the year. Then young master went and rented at Dilly Hunt place. We stayed wid him 3 or 4 years then we went to a place he bought. Tom Barnett come to close to Little Rock. Mars William started and died on the way in Memphis. We come on wid the family. Guess they are all dead now. Wisht I know or could find em. Tom never married. He was a soldier. One of the boys died fo the war started.
“My brother Joe married Luvenia Omsted and Lewis Omsted married my sister Betsy and Mars Tom Williams swapped the women. My ma was a cook for the white folks how I come to know so much bout it all. Boys wore loose shirts till they was nine or ten years old. The shirt come to the calf of the leg. No belt.
“We had plenty common eating. They had a big garden and plenty milk. They cooked wid the eggs mostly. They would kill a beef and have a week of hog killing. They would kill the beef the hardest weather that come. The families cooked at night and on Sunday at the log cabins. They cook at night for all next day. The old men hauled wood.
“When I was a little boy I could hear men runnin’ the slaves wid hounds in the mountains. The landmen paid paddyrollers to keep track of slaves. Keep em home day and night.
“We took turns bout going to white church. We go in washin’ at the creek and put on clean clothes. She learned me a prayer. Old mistress learned me to say it nights I slept up at the house. I still can say it:
‘Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die fo I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take.’
“The slaves at our places had wheat straw beds. The white folks had fine goose feather beds. We had no idle days. Had a long time at dinner to rest and rest and water the teams. Sometimes we fed them. Old mistress had two peafowls roosted in the Colonial poplar trees. She had a pigeon house and a turkey house. I recken chicken and goose house, too. When company come you take em to see the farm, the garden, the new leather things jes’ made and to see the little ducks, calves, and colts. Folks don’t care bout seeing that now.
“The girls went to Florence to school. All I can recollect is them going off to school and I knowed it was Florence.
“The Yankees burned the big house. It was a fine house. Old mistress moved in the overseer’s house. He was a white man. He moved somewhere else. The Yankees made raids and took 15 or 20 calves from her at one time. They set the tater house afire. They took the corn. Old mistress cried more on one time. The Yankees starved out more black faces than white at their stealing. After that war it was hard for the slaves to have a shelter and enough eatin’ that winter. They died in piles bout after that August I tole you bout. Joe Innes was our overseer when the house burned.
“The Ku Klux come to my house twice. They couldn’t get filled up wid water. They scared us to death. I heard a lot of things they done.
“I don’t vote. I voted once in all my life fo some county officers.
“I been in Arkansas since February 5, 1880. I come to Little Cypress. I worked for Mr. Clark by the month, J.W. Crocton’s place, Mr. Kitchen’s place. I was brakeman on freight train awhile. I worked on the section. I farmed and worked in the timber. I don’t have no children; I never been married. I wanted to work by the month all my life. I sells mats (shuck mats) $1.00 and I bottom chairs 50c. The Social Welfare gives me $10.00. That is 10c a meal. That woman next door boards me–table board–for 50c a day. I make all I can outer fust one thing and another.” (He is blind–cataracts.)
Interviewer: Miss Irene Robertson
Person interviewed: Emma Barr, Madison, Arkansas Age: 65
“My parents belong to two people. Mama was born in Mississippi I think and papa come from North Carolina. Papa’s master was Lark Hickerson. Mama was sold from Dr. Ware to Dr. Pope. She was grown when she was sold. She was the mother of twenty-seven children. She had twins three times.
“During the Civil War she was run from the Yankees and had twins on the road. They died or was born dead and she nearly died. They was buried between twin trees close to Hernando, Mississippi. Her last owner was Dr. Pope, ten miles south of Augusta, Arkansas. I was born there and raised up three miles south of Augusta, Arkansas.
“When mama was sold she left her people in Mississippi but after freedom her sisters, Aunt Mariah and Aunt Mary, come here to mama. Aunt Mariah had no children. Aunt Mary had four boys, two girls. She brought her children. Mama said her husband when Dr. Ware owned her was Maxwell but she married my papa after Dr. Pope bought her.
“Dr. Ware had a fine man he bred his colored house women to. They didn’t plough and do heavy work. He was hostler, looked after the stock and got in wood. The women hated him, and the men on the place done as well. They hated him too. My papa was a Hickerson. He was a shoemaker and waited on Dr. Pope. Dr. Pope and Miss Marie was good to my parents and to my auntees when they come out here.
“I am the onliest one of mama’s children living. Mama was sold on the block and cried off I heard them say when they lived at Wares in Mississippi. Mama was a house girl, Aunt Mary cooked and my oldest sister put fire on the skillet and oven lids. That was her job.
“Mama was lighter than I am. She had Indian blood in her. One auntee was half white. She was lighter than I am, had straight hair; the other auntee was real dark. She spun and wove and knit socks. Mama said they had plenty to eat at both homes. Dr. Pope was good to her. Mama went to the white folks church to look after the babies. They took the babies and all the little children to church in them days.
“Mama said the preachers told the slaves to be good and bedient. The colored folks would meet up wid one another at preaching same as the white folks. I heard my auntees say when the Yankees come to the house the mistress would run give the house women their money and jewelry and soon as the Yankees leave they would come get it. That was at Wares in Mississippi.
“I heard them talk about slipping off and going to some house on the place and other places too and pray for freedom during the War. They turned an iron pot upside down in the room. When some mens’ slaves was caught on another man’s place he was allowed to whoop them and send them home and they would git another whooping. Some men wouldn’t allow that; they said they would tend to their own slaves. So many men had to leave home to go to war times got slack.
“It was Judge Martin that owned my papa before he was freed. He lived close to Augusta, Arkansas. When he was freed he lived at Dr. Pope’s. He was sold in North Carolina. Dr. Pope and Judge Martin told them they was free. Mama stayed on with Dr. Pope and he paid her. He never did whoop her. Mama told me all this. She died a few years ago. She was old. I never heard much about the Ku Klux. Mama was a good speller. I was a good speller at school and she learned with us. I spelled in Webster’s Blue Back Speller.
“We children stayed around home till we married off. I nursed nearly all my life. Me and my husband farmed ten years. He died. I don’t have a child. I wish I did have a girl. My cousin married us in the church. His name was Andrew Baccus.
“After my husband died I went to Coffeeville, Kansas and nursed an old invalid white woman three years, till she died. I come back here where I was knowed. I’m keeping this house for some people gone off. Part of the house is rented out and I get $8 and commodities. I been sick with the chills.”
Interviewer: S.S. Taylor
Person interviewed: Robert Barr
3108 West 18th St.
Little Rock, Ark.
Age: 73
Occupation: Preaching
[HW: A Preacher Tells His Story]
“I am a minister of the Gospel. I have been preaching for the last thirty years. I am batching here. A man does better to live by himself. Young people got the devil in them now a days. Your own children don’t want you around.
“I got one grand-daughter that ain’t never stood on the floor. Her husband kicked her and hit her and she ain’t never been able to stand up since. I got another daughter that ain’t thinking about marrying. She just goes from one man to the other.
“The government gives me a pension. The white folks help me all along. Before I preached, I fiddled, danced, shot craps, did anything.
“My mother was born in Chickasaw, Mississippi. She was born a slave. Old man Barr was her master. She was a Lucy Appelin and she married a Barr. I don’t know whether she stood on the floor and married them as they do now or not. They tell me that they just gave them to them in those days. My mother said that they didn’t know anything about marriage then. They had some sort of a way of doing. Ol’ Massa would call them up and say, ‘You take that man, and go ahead. You are man and wife.’ I don’t care whether you liked it or didn’t. You had to go ahead. I heard em say: ‘Nigger ain’t no more’n a horse or cow,’ But they got out from under that now. The world is growing more and more civilized. But when a nigger thinks he is something, he ain’t nothin’. White folks got all the laws and regulations in their hands and they can do as they please. You surrender under em and go along and you are all right. If they told a woman to go to a man and she didn’t, they would whip her. You didn’t have your own way. They would make you do what they wanted. They’d give you a good beating too.
“My father was born in Mississippi. His name was Simon Barr. My mother and father both lived on the same plantation. In all groups of people they went by their master’s name. Before she married, my mother’s master and mistress were Appelins. When she got married–got ready to marry–the white folks agreed to let them go together. Old Man Barr must have paid something for her. According to my mother and father, that’s the way it was. She had to leave her master and go with her husband’s master.
“According to my old father and mother, the Patteroles went and got the niggers when they did something wrong. They lived during slave time. They had a rule and government over the colored and there you are. When they caught niggers out, they would beat them. If you’d run away, they’d go and get you and beat you and put you back. When they’d get on a nigger and beat him, the colored folks would holler, ‘I pray, Massa.’ They had to have a great war over it, before they freed the nigger. The Bible says there is a time for all things.
“My mother and father said they got a certain amount when they was freed. I don’t know how much it was. It was only a small amount. After a short time it broke up and they didn’t get any more. I get ten dollars pension now and that is more than they got then.
“I heard Old Brother Page in Mississippi say that the slaves had heard em say they were going to be free. His young mistress heard em say he was going to be free and she walked up and hocked and spit in his face. When freedom came, old Massa came out and told them.
“I have heard folks talk of buried treasure. I’ll bet there’s more money under the ground than there is on it. They didn’t have banks then, and they put their money under the ground. For hundreds of years, there has been money put under the ground.
“I heard my mother talk about their dances and frolics then. I never heard her speak of anything else. They didn’t have much freedom. They couldn’t go and come as they pleased. You had to have a script to go and come. Niggers ain’t free now. You can’t do anything; you got nothin’. This whole town belongs to white folks, and you can’t do nothin’. If nigger get to have anything, white folks will take it.
“We raised our own food. We made our own flour. We wove our own cloth. We made our clothes. We made our meal. We made our sorghum cane molasses. Some of them made their shoes, made their own medicine, and went around and doctored on one another. They were more healthy then than they are now. This generation don’t live hardly to get forty years old. They don’t live long now.
“I came to Arkansas about thirty-five years ago. I got right into ditches. The first thing I did was farm. I farmed about ten years. I made about ten crops. Mississippi gave you more for your crops than Arkansas.”
Interviewer: Mrs. Bernice Bowden
Person interviewed: Matilda Bass
1100 Palm Street, Pine Bluff, Arkansas Age: 80
“Yes ma’am, I was eight years old when the Old War ceasted.
“Honey, I’ve lived here twenty years and I don’t know what this street is.
“I was born in Greenville, Mississippi. They took my parents and carried ’em to Texas to keep ’em from the Yankees. I think they stayed three years ’cause I didn’t know ’em when they come back.
“I ‘member the Yankees come and took us chillun and the old folks to Vicksburg. I ‘member the old man that seed after the chillun while their parents was gone, he said I was eight when freedom come. We didn’t know nothin’ ’bout our ages–didn’t have ‘nough sense.
“My parents come back after surrender and stayed on my owner’s place–John Scott’s place. We had three masters–three brothers.
“I been in Arkansas twenty years–right here. I bought this home.
“I married my husband in Mississippi. We farmed.
“The Lord uses me as a prophet and after my husband died, the Lord sent me to Arkansas to tell the people. He called me out of the church. I been out of the church now thirty-three years. Seems like all they think about in the churches now is money, so the Lord called me out.”
Interviewer: Miss Irene Robertson
Person interviewed: Emmett Beal, Biscoe, Arkansas Age: 78
“I was born in Holloman County, Bolivar, Tennessee. Master Dr. Jim May owned my set er folks. He had two girls and two boys. I reckon he had a wife but I don’t recollect seeing her. Ma suckled me; William May with me. Ely and Seley and Susie was his children.
“I churned for mama in slavery. She tied a cloth around the top so no flies get in. I better hadn’t let no fly get in the churn. She take me out to a peach tree and learn me how to keep the flies outen the churn next time.
“Mama was Dr. May’s cook. We et out the dishes but I don’t know how all of ’em done their eating. They eat at their houses. Dr. May had a good size bunch of hands, not a big crowd. We had straw beds. Made new ones every summer. In that country they didn’t ‘low you to beat yo’ hands up. I heard my folks say that more’n one time.
“Dr. May come tole ’em it was freedom. They could get land and stay–all ‘at wanted to. All his old ones kept on wid him. They sharecropped and some of them got a third. I recollect him and worked for him.
“The Ku Klux didn’t bother none of us. Dr. May wouldn’t ‘low them on his place.
“Mama come out here in 1880. I figured there better land out here and I followed her in 1881. We paid our own ways. Seem like the owners ought to give the slaves something but seem like they was mad ’cause they set us free. Ma was named Viney May and pa, Nick May.
“Pa and four or five brothers was sold in Memphis. He never seen his brothers no more. They come to Arkansas.
“Pa and Dr. May went to war. The Yankees drafted pa and he come back to Dr. May after he fit. He got his lip split open in the War. Dr. May come home and worked his slaves. He didn’t stay long in war.
“I reckon they had plenty to eat at home. They didn’t run to the stores every day ’bout starved to death like I has to do now. Ma said they didn’t ‘low the overseers to whoop too much er Dr. May would turn them off.
“Er horse stomped on my foot eight years ago. I didn’t pay it much ‘tention. It didn’t hurt. Blood-p’ison come in it and they took me to the horsepital and my leg had to come off, (at the knee).
“We have to go back to Africa to vote all the ‘lections. Voting brings up more hard feelings.”
Interviewer: Pernella Anderson, colored.
_EX-SLAVES_
Yes I was born in slavery time. I was born September 2, 1862 in the field under a tree. I don’t know nothing about slavery. I was too young to remember anything about slavery. But I tell you this much, times ain’t like they used to be. There was easy living back in the 18 hundred years. People wore homemade clothes, what I mean homespun and lowell clothes. My ma spun and weaved all of her cloth. We wore our dresses down to our ankles in length and my dresses was called mother hubbards. The skirts had about three yards circumference and we wore plenty of clothes under our dress. We did not go necked like these folks do now. Folk did not know how we was made. We did not show our shape, we did not disgrace ourself back in 1800. We wore our hair wrapped and head rags tied on our head. I went barefooted until I was a young missie then I wore shoes in the winter but I still went barefooted in the summer. My papa was a shoemaker so he made our shoes. We raised everything that we ate when I was a chap. We ate a plenty. We raised plenty of whippowell peas. That was the only kind of peas there was then. We raised plenty Moodie sweet potatoes they call them nigger chokers now. We had cows so we had plenty of milk and butter. We cooked on the fireplace. The first stove I cooked on was a white woman’s stove, that was 1890.
I never chanced to go to school because where we lived there wasn’t no school. I worked all of the time. In fact that was all we knew. White people did not see where negroes needed any learning so we had to work. We lived on a place with some white people by the name of Dunn. They were good people but they taken all that was made because we did not know. I ain’t never been sick in my life and I have never had a doctor in my life. I am in good health now.
We traveled horseback in the years of 1800. We did not ride straddle the horse’s back we rode sideways. The old folks wore their dreses dragging the ground. We chaps called everybody old that married. We respected them because they was considered as being old. Time has made a change.
–Dina Beard, Douglas Addition.
Interviewer: Miss Irene Robertson
Person interviewed: Annie Beck, West Memphis, Arkansas Age: 50
“I was born in Mississippi. Mama was born in Alabama and sold to Holcomb, Mississippi. Her owner was Master Beard. She was a field woman. They took her in a stage-coach. Their owner wanted to keep it a secret about freedom. But he had a brother that fussed with him all the time and he told the slaves they was all free. Mama said they was pretty good always to her for it to be slavery, but papa said his owners wasn’t so good to him. He was sold in Richmond, Virginia to Master Thomas at Grenada, Mississippi. He was a plain farming man.”
Interviewer: Bernice Bowden
Person interviewed: J.H. Beckwith
619 North Spruce Street, Pine Bluff, Arkansas Age: 68
“No ma’m I was not born in the time of slavery. I was sixty-eight last Friday. I was born November 18, 1870 in Johnson County, North Carolina.
“My mother was born in Georgia and her name was Gracie Barum. Father was born in North Carolina. His name was Rufus Beckwith. He belonged to Doctor Beckwith and mother, I think, belonged to Tom Barum. Barum was just an ordinary farmer. He was just a second or third class farmer–just poor white folks. I think my mother was the only slave he owned.
“My father had to walk seven miles every Saturday night to see my mother, and be back before sunrise Monday.
“My parents had at least three or four children born in slavery. I know my father said he worked at night and made shoes for his family.
“My father was a mulatto. He had a negro mother and a white father. He had a mechanical talent. He seemed to be somewhat of a genius. He had a productive mind. He could do blacksmithing, carpenter work, brick work and shoe work.
“Father was married twice. He raised ten children by each wife. I think my mother had fifteen children and I was the the thirteenth child. I am the only boy among the first set, called to the ministry. And there was one in the second set. Father learned to read and write after freedom.
“After freedom he sent my oldest brother and sister to Hampton, Virginia and they were graduated from Hampton Institute and later taught school. They were graduated from the same school Booker T. Washington was. He got his idea of vocational education there.
“I haven’t had much education. I went as far as the eighth grade. The biggest education I have had was in the Conference.
“I joined the Little Rock General Conference at Texarkana in 1914. This was the Methodist Episcopal, North, and I was ordained as a deacon and later an elder by white bishops. Then in 1930 I joined the African Methodist.
“By trade I am a carpenter and bricklayer. I served an apprentice under my father and under a German contractor.
“I used to be called the best negro journeyman carpenter between Monroe, Louisiana and Little Rock, Arkansas.
“I made quite a success in my trade. I have a couple of United States Patent Rights. One is a brick mold holding ten bricks and used to make bricks of concrete. The other is a sliding door. (See attached drawings) [TR: Drawings missing.]
“I was in the mercantile business two and one-half years in Sevier County. I sold that because it was too confining and returned to the carpenter’s trade. I still practice my trade some now.
“I have not had to ask help from anyone. I have helped others. I own my home and I sent my daughter to Fisk University where she was graduated. While there she met a young man and they were later married and now live in Chicago. They own their home and are doing well.
“In my work in the ministry I am trying to teach my people to have higher ideals. We have to bring our race to that high ideal of race integrity. I am trying to keep the negro from thinking he is hated by the upper class of white people. What the negro needs is self-consciousness to the extent that he aspires to the higher principles in order to stand on an equal plane in attainment but not in a social way.
“At present, the negro’s ideals are too low for him to visualize the evils involved in race mixture. He needs to be lifted in his own estimation and learn that a race cannot be estimated by other races–by anything else but their own ideals.
“The younger generation is off on a tangent. They’ll have to hit something before they stop.
“The salvation of our people–of all people–white and colored, is leadership. We’ve got to have vision and try to give the people vision. Not to live for ourselves but for all. The present generation is selfish. The life should flow out and as it flows out it makes room for more life. If it does not flow out, it congeals and ferments. Selfishness is just like damming a stream.
“I think Woodrow Wilson won the World War with his fourteen points of democracy. If the people of foreign countries had not that old imperialism sentiment, the Jew would not be where he is today.”
Interviewer’s Comment
This man is the best informed and most sensible negro I have interviewed. In the room where I interviewed him, were a piano, a radio, many ferns, a wool rug, chairs, divan, and a table on which were books including a set of the Standard History of the World. I asked if he had read the history and he replied, “Not all of it but I have read the volumes pertaining to the neolithic age.”
On the walls were several pictures and two tapestries.
The house was a good frame one and electric current was used.
Interviewer: Miss Irene Robertson
Person interviewed: Enoch Beel; Green Grove, Hazen, Arkansas Age: 79
“Yes maam I was born a slave, born in slavery times. I wer born in Hardman County, Tennessee. My own daddy was a Union soldier and my mama was a cook fer the mistress. We belonged to Miss Viney and Dr. Jim Mass. My daddy drawed a pension fer bein a soldier till he die. He went off to wait on some men he know. Then he met some men wanted him to join the army. They said then he get paid and get a bounty. No maam he never got a red cent. He come back broke as he went off. He say he turned loose soon as he could and mustered out and lef them right now. He had no time to ax em no questions. That what he said! We stayed on that place till I was big nuf to do a days work. We had no other place to go. There was plenty land and no stock. Houses to stay in got scarce. If a family had a place to stay at when that war ended he counted hisself lucky I tell you. Heap of black an white jes ramlin round through the woods an over the roads huntin a little to eat or a little sumpin to do. If you stay in the field workin about puttin back the fences an round yo own house you wouldn’t be hurt.
“The Ku Kluxes war not huntin work theirselves. They was keepin order at the gatherins and down the public roads. Folks had came toted off all the folks made in the crops till they don’t call nuthin stealin’. They whooped em and made em ride on rails. I don’t know all the carrings on did take place. I sho would been scared if I seed em comin to me. We left Dr. Mass and went to Grain, Tennessee. I had three sisters and half-brothers. I don’t remember how many, some dead. I farmed all my life. Everybody said the land was so much better and newer out in Arkansas. When I married I come to Tomberlin and worked fer Sam Dardnne bout twelve years. Then I rented from Jim Hicks at England. I rented from one of the Carlley boys and Jim Neelam. When I very fust come here I worked at Helena on a farm one year. When I got my leg taken off it cost bout all I ever had cumlated. I lives on my sister’s place. Henry Bratcher’s wife out at Green Grove. The Wellfare give me $8 cause I caint get bout.
“I don’t know bout the times. It is so unsettled. Folks want work caint get it and some won’t work that could. You caint get help so you can make a crop of your own no more, fer sometimes is close.”
Interviewer: Miss Irene Robertson
Person interviewed: Sophie D. Belle, Forrest City, Arkansas Age: 77
“I was born near Knoxville, Georgia. My mother was a professional pastry cook. She was a house woman during slavery. She was owned by Lewis Hicks and Ann Hicks. They had Saluda, Mary, Lewis, and Oscar.
“Mother was never sold. Mr. Hicks reared her. She was three-fourths Indian. Her father was George Hicks. Gordon carried him to Texas. Mr. Bob Gordon was mean. He asked Mr. Hicks to keep mother and auntie while he went to Texas, Mr. Gordon was so mean. My mother had two little girls but my sister died while small.
“I never saw any one sold. I never saw a soldier. But I noticed the grown people whispering many times. Mother explained it to me, they had some news from the War. Aunt Jane said she saw them pass in gangs. I heard her say, ‘Did you see the soldiers pass early this morning?’ I was asleep. Sometimes I was out at play when they passed.
“Master Hicks called us all up at dinner one day to the big house. He told us, ‘You are free as I am.’ I never had worked any then. No, they cried and went on to their homes. Aunt Jane was bad to speak out, she was so much Indian. She had three children. She went to another place to live. She was in search of her husband and thought he might be there at Ft. Valley.
“Mother stayed on another year. Mr. Hicks was good to us. None of the children ever worked till they was ten or twelve years old. He had a lot of slaves and about twenty-five children on the place growing. He had just a big plantation. He had a special cook, Aunt Mariah, to cook for the field hands. They eat like he did. Master Hicks would examine their buckets and a great big split basket. If they didn’t have enough to eat he would have her cook more and send to them. They had nice victuals to eat. He had a bell to ring for all the children to be put to bed at sundown and they slept late. He said, ‘Let them grow.’ Their diet was milk and bread and eggs. We had duck eggs, guinea eggs, goose eggs, and turkey eggs.
“I don’t know what all the slaves had but mother had feather beds. They saved all kind of feathers to make pillows and bed and chair cushions. We always had a pet pig about our place. Master Hicks kept a drove of pea-fowls. He had cows, goats, sheep. We children loved the lambs. Elvira attended to the milk. She had some of the girls and boys to milk. Uncle Dick, mother’s brother, was Mr. Hicks’ coachman. He was raised on the place too.
“I think Master Hicks and his family was French, but, though they were light-skin people. They had light hair too, I think.
“One day a Frenchman (white) that was a doctor come to call. My Aunt Jane said to me, ‘He is your papa. That is your papa.’ I saw him many times after that. I am considered eight-ninth white race. One little girl up at the courthouse asked me a question and I told her she was too young to know about such sin. (This girl was twenty-four years old and the case worker’s stenographer.)
“Master Hicks had Uncle Patrick bury his silver and gold in the woods.