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Chapter II.  Boyhood Days

After the coming of freedom there were two points upon which practically all the people on our place were agreed, and I found that this was generally true throughout the South:  that they must change their names, and that they must leave the old plantation for at least a few days or weeks in order that they might really feel sure that they were free.

In some way a feeling got among the coloured people that it was far from proper for them to bear the surname of their former owners, and a great many of them took other surnames.  This was one of the first signs of freedom.  When they were slaves, a coloured person was simply called “John” or “Susan.”  There was seldom occasion for more than the use of the one name.  If “John” or “Susan” belonged to a white man by the name of “Hatcher,” sometimes he was called “John Hatcher,” or as often “Hatcher’s John.”  But there was a feeling that “John Hatcher” or “Hatcher’s John” was not the proper title by which to denote a freeman; and so in many cases “John Hatcher” was changed to “John S. Lincoln” or “John S. Sherman,” the initial “S” standing for no name, it being simply a part of what the coloured man proudly called his “entitles.”

As I have stated, most of the coloured people left the old plantation for a short while at least, so as to be sure, it seemed, that they could leave and try their freedom on to see how it felt.  After they had remained away for a while, many of the older slaves, especially, returned to their old homes and made some kind of contract with their former owners by which they remained on the estate.

My mother’s husband, who was the stepfather of my brother John and myself, did not belong to the same owners as did my mother.  In fact, he seldom came to our plantation.  I remember seeing his there perhaps once a year, that being about Christmas time.  In some way, during the war, by running away and following the Federal soldiers, it seems, he found his way into the new state of West Virginia.  As soon as freedom was declared, he sent for my mother to come to the Kanawha Valley, in West Virginia.  At that time a journey from Virginia over the mountains to West Virginia was rather a tedious and in some cases a painful undertaking.  What little clothing and few household goods we had were placed in a cart, but the children walked the greater portion of the distance, which was several hundred miles.

I do not think any of us ever had been very far from the plantation, and the taking of a long journey into another state was quite an event.  The parting from our former owners and the members of our own race on the plantation was a serious occasion.  From the time of our parting till their death we kept up a correspondence with the older members of the family, and in later years we have kept in touch with those who were the younger members.  We were several weeks making the trip, and most of the time we slept

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