“Gen’l Grierson and his men marched right through town,” Gus went on
with his story of his boyhood. “Mr. Lincoln done said we was free, but
us lil’ niggers was too skeered to lissen to any ban’ music, even iffen
the so’jers had come to set us free. ’Pears like us was allus gittin’ in
somebody’s way in dem days and gittin’ skeered of somepin’. But we went
on away from the so’jers and had a good time ’mongst ourselves like we
always done when there wasn’t any cotton pickin’. Cotton pickin’ time
was when we didn’t have any chance to do any playin’.”



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