“When de surrender come, Ole Marster he tole all de niggers dey was free
now, an’ some was glad an’ some was sorry an’ welst dey might be sorry,
iffen dey knowed what a hard time dey goner had knockin’ ’roun’ de worl’
by deyself; no Ole Marster an’ no Ole Mistis ter look atter ’em an’ feed
’em when dey sick an’ when dey well. Look lak ter me, when de surrender
parted de white folks an’ de black folks, it hurt ’em bofe. Dey oughter
be tergedder, jes’ lak de Good Lord ’tended dey be.”


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