“I slept wid a colord fellow after de surrender what had scars of gashes all   down his sholders to his waist where his white folks had whipped him. My white   folks was good to me tho’—I had a heep better time when I growed up than   folks does now. I had clothes to wear, plenty to eat, no taxes to pay an’ no   nothin to worry bout. Shucks I was a heep better off. When I was able to work   tho’ I didn’t want fo’ nothin’. I always had plenty.”



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