My Life In The South eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 101 pages of information about My Life In The South.

My Life In The South eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 101 pages of information about My Life In The South.

At this time the children were scattered around in the woods, waiting for what the trouble would bring; They all were gathered up and taken to the sand-hill house, examined, and it was found, as I have stated, that their backs were all scarred.  Gilbert was brought to trial, severely whipped, and they made him beg all the children to pardon him for his treatment to them.  But he never was allowed to go into the woods with the rest of the children during that season.  My sand-hill associates always thanked me for the course I took, which saved them and myself from further punishment by him.

MASTER AND MISTRESS VISITING.

When master and mistress were to visit their little negroes at the sand-hill, the news was either brought by the overseer who resided at the above named place, and went back and forth to the plantation, or by one of master’s house servants, a day ahead.  The preparation required to receive our white guests was that each little negro was to be washed, and clad in the best dress he or she had.  But before this was done, the unsuccessful attempt was made to straighten out our unruly wools with some small cards, or Jim-Crows as we called them.

On one occasion an old lady, by the name of Janney Cuteron, attempted to straighten out my wool with one of those Jim-crows; as she hitched the teeth of the instrument in my unyielding wool with her great masculine hand, of course I was jerked flat on my back.  This was the common fate of most of my associates, whose wools were of the same nature, but with a little water and the strong application of the Jim-crow, the old lady soon combed out my wool into some sort of shape.

As our preparations were generally completed three-quarters of an hour before our guests came, we were placed in line, the boys together and the girls by themselves.  We were then drilled in the art of addressing our expected visitors.  The boys were required to bend the body forward with head down, and rest the body on the left foot, and scrape the right foot backward on the ground, while uttering the words, “how dy Massie and Missie.”  The girls were required to use the same words, accompanied with a courtesy.  But when Master and Mistress had left, the little African wools were neglected until the news of their next visit.

Our sand-hill days were very pleasant, outside of the seldom changed diet, namely the mush, which we had sometimes to eat with molasses, the treatment of Gilbert, and the attempt to straighten out our unruly wools.

I said that my father was brought from Africa when but a boy, and was sold to old Col.  Dick Singleton; and when the children were of age, the Colonel divided his plantations among them, and father fell to Col.  M.K.  Singleton, who was the second son.

On this large plantation there were 465 slaves; there were not so many when it was given to Col.  M.R., but increased to the above stated number, up to the time of emancipation.

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