Memories of Childhoods Slavery Days | Page 4

sent to get cold victuals from
hotels and such places. A man wanting hands to pick cotton, my
brother Henry and I were set to help in this work. We had to go to the
cotton field very early every morning. For this work, we received forty
cents for every hundred pounds of cotton we picked.
Caroline was hired out to take care of a baby.
In 1866, another man hired the plantation on which our hut stood, and
we moved into Clayton, to a little house my mother secured there. A
rich lady came to our house one day, looking for some one to take care
of her little daughter. I was taken, and adopted into this family. This
rich lady was Mrs. E. M. Williams, a music teacher, the wife of a
lawyer. We called her "Mis' Mary."
Some rich people in Clayton who had owned slaves, opened the
Methodist church on Sundays, and began the work of teaching the
negroes. My new mistress sent me to Sunday school every Sunday
morning, and I soon got so that I could read. Mis' Mary taught me
every day at her knee. I soon could read nicely, and went through
Sterling's Second Reader, and then into McGuthrie's Third Reader. The
first piece of poetry I recited in Sunday school was taught to me by
Mis' Mary during the week. Mis' Mary's father-in-law, an ex-judge, of
Clayton, Alabama, heard me recite it, and thought it was wonderful. It
was this:
"I am glad to see you, little bird, It was your sweet song I heard. What
was it I heard you say? Give me crumbs to eat today? Here are crumbs
I brought for you. Eat your dinner, eat away, Come and see us every
day."
After this Mis' Mary kept on with my studies, and taught me to write.
As I grew older, she taught me to cook and how to do housework.
During this time Mis' Mary had given my mother one dollar a month in

return for my services; now as I grew up to young womanhood, I
thought I would like a little money of my own. Accordingly, Mis' Mary
began to pay me four dollars a month, besides giving me my board and
clothes. For two summers she "let me out" while she was away, and I
got five dollars a month.
While I was with Mis' Mary, I had my first sweetheart, one of the
young fellows who attended Sunday school with me. Mis' Mary,
however, objected to the young man's coming to the house to call,
because she did not think I was old enough to have a sweetheart.
I owe a great deal to Mis' Mary for her good training of me, in honesty,
uprightness and truthfulness. She told me that when I went out into the
world all white folks would not treat me as she had, but that I must not
feel bad about it, but just do what I was employed to do, and if I wasn't
satisfied, to go elsewhere; but always to carry an honest name.
One Sunday when my sweetheart walked to the gate with me, Mis'
Mary met him and told him she thought I was too young for him, and
that she was sending me to Sunday school to learn, not to catch a beau.
It was a long while before he could see me again,--not until later in the
season, in watermelon time, when Mis' Mary and my mother gave me
permission to go to a watermelon party one Sunday afternoon. Mis'
Mary did not know, however, that my sweetheart had planned to escort
me. We met around the corner of the house, and after the party he left
me at the same place. After that I saw him occasionally at barbecues
and parties. I was permitted to go with him some evenings to church,
but my mother always walked ahead or behind me and the young man.
We went together for four years. During that time, although I still
called Mis' Mary's my home, I had been out to service in one or two
families.
Finally, my mother and Mis' Mary consented to our marriage, and the
wedding day was to be in May. The winter before that May, I went to
service in the family of Dr. Drury in Eufaula. Just a week before I left
Clayton I dreamed that my sweetheart died suddenly. The night before
I was to leave, we were invited out to tea. He told me he had bought a

nice piece of poplar wood, with which to make a table for our new
home. When I told him my dream, he said, "Don't let that trouble you,
there is nothing in dreams." But one month from that day he