Slave Narratives: A Folk History of Slavery in the United States eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 373 pages of information about Slave Narratives.

Slave Narratives: A Folk History of Slavery in the United States eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 373 pages of information about Slave Narratives.

“I never went to school but three months in my life.  Didn’t go long enough to learn anything.

“I was bout a mile from where I was born when I professed religion.  My daddy had taught us the right way.  I tell you, in them days you couldn’t join the church unless you had been changed.

“I come here when they was emigratin’ the folks here to Arkansas.”

Interviewer:  Miss Irene Robertson
Person interviewed:  Liney Chambers, Brinkley, Arkansas
Age: 

[TR:  Some word pronunciation was marked in this interview.  Letters surrounded by [] represent long vowels.]

“I was born in Tennessee close to Memphis.  I remember seein’ the Yankees.  I was most too little to be very scared of them.  They had their guns but they didn’t bother us.  I was born a slave.  My mother cooked for Jane and Silas Wory.  My mother’s name was Caroline.  My father’s name was John.  An old bachelor named Jim Bledsoe owned him.  When the war was over I don’t remember what happened.  My mother moved away.  She and my father didn’t live together.  I had one brother, Proctor.  I expect he is dead.  He lived in California last I heard of him.

“They just expected freedom all I ever heard.  I know they didn’t expect the white folks to give them no land cause the man what owned the land bought it hisself foe he bought the hands whut he put on it.  They thought they was ruined bad enouf when the hands left them.  They kept the land and that is about all there was left.  Whut the Yankees didn’t take they wasted and set fire to it.  They set fire to the rail fences so the stock would get out all they didn’t kill and take off.  Both sides was mean.  But it seemed like cause they was fightin’ down here on the Souths ground it was the wurst here.  Now that’s just the way I sees it.  They done one more thing too.  They put any colored man in the front where he would get killed first and they stayed sorter behind in the back lines.  When they come along they try to get the colored men to go with them and that’s the way they got treated.  I didn’t know where anybody was made to stay on after the war.  They was lucky if they had a place to stay at.  There wasn’t anything to do with if they stayed.  Times was awful unsettled for a long time.  People whut went to the cities died.  I don’t know they caught diseases and changing the ways of eatin’ and livin’ I guess whut done it.  They died mighty fast for awhile.  I knowed some of them and I heard ’em talking.

“That period after the war was a hard time.  It sho was harder than the depression.  It lasted a long time.  Folks got a lots now besides what they put up with then.  Seemed like they thought if they be free they never have no work to do and jess have plenty to eat and wear.  They found it different and when it was cold they had no wood like they been used to.  I don’t believe in the colored race being slaves cause of the color but the war didn’t make times much better for a long time.  Some of them had a worse time.  So many soon got sick and died.  They died of Consumption and fevers and nearly froze.  Some near ’bout starved.  The colored folks just scattered ‘bout huntin’ work after the war.

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