'My Lord say dey's room enough,
Room enough in hebben fer us all.'
fotch (fetch) 'em a whack on de head and say:
'Come 'long wid dat row."
"Atter freedom come de darkies uster have a song what go like dis:
'Come along
Come along
Make no delayin'
Soon be so Uncle Sam give us
all a farm.
'Come from de way
Come from de nation
'Twon't be long 'till Uncle Sam
give us all a farm.'
Atter while de Klu Kluxers git atter de cullud folks. Den dey mek a song:
'Run nigger run de Klu Klux git you.'
Lots of time dey come on Sunday. One place dere was a big plum thicket 'long de road and dey dodge in dere and ketch people. Lots of cullud folks hafter pass by dere to git where dey gwine. In de day time dem Klu Kluxes was jis' in dey common clo's but when dey come in de nights dey did figger deyself wid dem high p'int hats and white t'ings wrap 'roun' 'em."
"I b'longs to de Baptis' Chu'ch. I reckon dat was de Baptis' chu'ch back in dem days, but I don' 'member no baptisms back in slavery. I 'members though that dey was a blin' cullud man what uster preach."
"I 'members dey was lots of smallpox one time. Dat was atter freedom come, 'bout 50 year' ago. De people was sho' scare' of it, wusser'n if it was a Winchester. When I fus' 'member 'bout dat smallpox dey was a man had it and dey run him 'bout a mont' and bu'n him. If dey find out you got de smallpox you jis' long gone, you better not go out nor in. Dey put de food on de gate-pos'. If you don' git better in so many days dey bu'n you and de house and eb'ryt'ing up."