“Wall, when’s the auction goin’ to begin?”
Mamma said: “What auction?”
He said: “We was notified by your agent how as there was to be an auction here to-day, an’ everything on the place was to be sold. I come to buy a plough.”
Mamma said: “There will be no auction here to-day.”
Then they one by one rose and said: “I reckon if there ain’t to be no auction, we better be gittin’ home.” And they made their adieus and left.
Then we understood. Mr. Yates had ordered the negroes to leave, and intended to sell out all
CHICORA WOOD.
Photograph by Amelia M. Watson.