Memories of Childhood's Slavery Days
Transcriber's Note:
The table of contents is not a part of the original book.
The memory of my happy, care-free childhood days on the plantation, with my little white and black companions, is often with me. Neither master nor mistress nor neighbors had time to bestow a thought upon us, for the great Civil War was raging. That great event in American history was a matter wholly outside the realm of our childish interests. Of course we heard our elders discuss the various events of the great struggle, but it meant nothing to us.
On the plantation there were ten white children and fourteen colored children. Our days were spent roaming about from plantation to plantation, not knowing or caring what things were going on in the great world outside our little realm. Planting time and harvest time were happy days for us. How often at the harvest time the planters discovered cornstalks missing from the ends of the rows, and blamed the crows! We were called the little fairy devils. To the sweet potatoes and peanuts and sugar cane we also helped ourselves.
Those slaves that were not married served the food from the great house, and about half-past eleven they would send the older children with food to the workers in the fields. Of course, I followed, and before we got to the fields, we had eaten the food nearly all up. When the workers returned home they complained, and we were whipped.
The slaves got their allowance every Monday night of molasses, meat, corn meal, and a kind of flour called dredgings or shorts. Perhaps this allowance would be gone before the next Monday night, in which case the slaves would steal hogs and chickens. Then would come the whipping-post. Master himself never whipped his slaves; this was left to the overseer.
We children had no supper, and only a little piece of bread or something of the kind in the morning. Our dishes consisted of one wooden bowl, and oyster shells were our spoons. This bowl served for about fifteen children, and often the dogs and the ducks and the peafowl had a dip in it. Sometimes we had buttermilk and bread in our bowl, sometimes greens or bones.
Annie L. Burton
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Annie L. Burton
BOSTON
CONTENTS
ANNIE L. BURTON
DR. P. THOMAS STANFORD
ANNIE L. BURTON
A QUESTION OF ETHICS
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Our Mission
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THE CREATION
ANNIE L. BURTON
My Faith looks up to Thee
Jordan's Strand
Over the Line
O could I speak the Matchless Worth
O God, beneath Thy Guiding Hand
America
In the Cross of Christ I Glory
Guide Me, O Thou Great Jehovah
Christ receiveth Sinful Men
Some Day the Silver Cord will break
Battle Hymn of the Republic