Slave Narratives: A Folk History of Slavery in the United States From Interviews with Former Slaves | Page 9

had to stay home
and look atter 'em. Solomon got sick and he lay dere sufferin' a long,
long time, but Mr. Moss and Mr. Levy seed dat he didn't want for
nothin'. Even atter Solomon died dem good white mens kept on comin'
out now and den to see if me and Solomon's chillun had what us
needed.
"Solomon, my Solomon, he went out of dis here world, in dat dere
room whar you sees dat old bed, and dat is perzactly whar I wants to be
when de Blessed Lord lays his hands on me and tells me to come on
Home to Glory. I wants to be toted out of dat room, through dis hall
and on out to de graveyard jus' lak my man was. I knows dat evvything
would be done nice jus' lak I wants it if Mr. Moss and Mr. Levy was
a-livin' 'cause dey was both Masons, and members of de Masons is all
done swore a oath to look atter deir own folkses. Dey said Solomon and
his fambly was lak deir own folkses, Mr. Moss and Mr. Levy did. Most
of de folkses, both white and black, dat I has knowed and loved has
done gone on over de Jordan, out of dis world of trouble, and it will be
happy days for all of us when us meets again in de place 'of many
mansions' whar dere won't be nothin' for none of us to pester ourselfs
'bout no more.
"All of my life, I'se had a great desire to travel, jus' to go evvywhar, but
atter all dese years of busy livin' I 'spects all de trav'lin' I'll ever do will
be on de road to Glory. Dat will be good enough for me 'cause I got so
many more of 'em I loves over dar dan is left here."
As the visitor passed out of earshot of Cordelia's cabin the last words
she heard from the old Negress were: "Good-bye again, Missy. Talkin'
to you has been a heap of consolation to me."

[HW: Dist-2 Ex Slave #105] Alberta Minor Re-search Worker

FOLKLORE EX-SLAVE--IKE THOMAS Heidt Bridges Farm near
Rio Georgia Interviewed
September 4, 1936 [Date Stamp: MAY 8 1937]
[TR: This interview contained many handwritten edits; where text was
transposed or meaning was significantly changed, it has been noted.]
Ike Thomas was born near Monticello in Jasper County on the Thomas
plantation. His mother and father were sold when he was a little boy,
and "Missus" Thomas, in picking her house boy, took Ike to raise for a
carriage boy. She picked her little niggers by the way they wore their
hats. If they set them on the back of their heads, they grew up to be
"high-minded", but if they pulled them over their eyes, they'd grow up
to be "sneaky and steal".
Mrs. Thomas let him sleep on a trundle bed pulled out at night and put
under her bed in the day and fed him under the table. She'd put a piece
of meat in a biscuit and hand it down to him and warned him if they
had company not to holler when he was thru so he'd touch her on the
knee but his mouth was so big and he'd eat so fast that he "jes kep' on
teching her on the knee."
During the war, when they got word the Yankees were coming, Mrs.
Thomas would hide her "little niggers" sometimes in the wardrobe back
of her clothes, sometimes between the mattresses, or sometimes in the
cane brakes. After the Yankees left, she'd ring a bell and they would
know they could come out of hiding. (When they first heard the slaves
were free, they didn't believe it so they just stayed on with their "white
folks".) [HW: Transpose to page 3.]
If the negroes were mean or ran away, they would be chased by hounds
and brought back for punishment.
When still a young man, Ike ran away with a negro couple coming in a
buggy to Blanton Mill near Griffin and worked for Mr. William
Blanton until he died. After he had been here a while, he got married.
His wife's people had the wedding supper and party. He was a fiddler

so had to fiddle most all night then the next day his "white folks" gave
him the food for the wedding dinner that he had at his own house.
Ike says every seven [HW: 7] years the locusts come and its sure to be
a short crop that "God sends all sorts of cusses" (curses) sometimes its
the worms that eat the cotton or the corn or the bugs that eat the wheat.
He doesn't believe in "hants" or "conjurin'". It seems Sid Scott was a
"mean