“Marse John hab a big plantation an’ lots of slaves. Dey treated us purty good, but we hab to wuk hard. Time I was ten years ole I was makin’ a reg’lar han’ ‘hin de plow. Oh, yassuh, Marse John good ‘nough to us an’ we get plenty to eat, but he had a oberseer name Green Bush what sho’ whup us iffen we don’t do to suit him. Yassuh, he mighty rough wid us be he didn’t do de whippin’ hisse’f. He had a big black boy name Mose, mean as de debil an’ strong as a ox, and de oberseer let him do all de whuppin’. An’, man, he could sho’ lay on dat rawhide lash. He whupped a nigger gal ’bout thirteen years old so hard she nearly die, an’ allus atterwa’ds she hab spells of fits or somp’n. Dat make Marse John pow’ful mad, so he run dat oberseer off de place an’ Mose didn’ do no mo’ whuppin’.