When asked if they had any special festivities at Christmas or any other holiday, he replied:
"No, we had no special jolifications".
Saturday nights they would sing and dance in the quarters and have prayer meetings, then on some Sundays, they would hitch up the mules to a big wagon and all go to the white folks church: and again there would be camp meetings held and the slaves from all the surrounding plantations would attend, going to same in these large wagons, sometimes having four mules to a wagon. They then would have a jolly time along the way, singing and calling to one another, and making friends.
Uncle Charlie, said, he drove many a load of cotton in the large mule wagons from Newton Station to Enterprise, Mississippi.
When asked if that wasn't a chance to run away, he replied:
"Git away, why Madam, those nigger dogs would track you and all you got was a beating."
Uncle Charlie seemed to look off in the distance and said: "You know, Madam, I never saw a slave rebuked until I came to Mississippi," and I just couldn't understand at first, but he grinned and said: "Lordy, Madam, some of those niggers were onery, too, and a nigger driver was a driver sure enough."
When the Master's son John Harris went to war, Charlie went with him as his body guard, and when asked what his duties were, he replied:
"I looked after Marster John, tended the horses and the tents. I recalls well, Madam, the siege of Vicksburg."
The writer then asked him if he wasn't afraid of the shot and shell all around him.