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Slave Narrative of Prince Bee

Person Interviewed: Prince Bee Location: Red Bird, Oklahoma Age: 85 I don’t know how old I was when I found myself standing on the toppes part of a high stump with a lot of white folks walking around looking at the little scared boy that was me. Pretty soon the old master, (that’s my first master) Saul Sudville, he say to me that I’m now belonging to Major Bee and for me to get down off the auction block. I do that. Major Bee he comes over and right away I know I’m going to like his. Then when I get to the Major’s plantation and see his oldest daughter Mary and all her brothers and sisters, and see how kind she is to all than and to all the colored children, why, I just keeps right on liking ’em were all the time. They was about nine white children on the place and Mary had to watch out for them ’cause the mother was dead. That Mary gal seen to it that we children got the best food on the place, the fattest possum and the hottest fish. When the possum was all browned, and the sweet ‘taters swimming in the good mellow gravy, then she call us for to eat. Un-um-h! That was tasty eating! And from the garden come the vegetables like okra and corn and melons that Mary would mix all up in the soup pot with lean meats. That would rest kinder easy on the stomach too, ‘specially if they was a bit of red squirrel seats in with the stew! Major Bee say...

Slave Narrative of Daniel William Lucas

Person Interviewed: Daniel William Lucas Location: Red Bird, Oklahoma Age: 94 I remember them slave days well as it was yesterday, and when I get to remembering the very first thing comes back to me is the little log cabin where at I lived when I was a slave boy back ‘fore the war. Just like yesterday I see that little old cabin standing on a bit of hill about a quarter-mile from the Master’s brick mansion, and I see into the cabin and there’s the old home-made bed with rope cords a-holding up the corn shuck bedding where on I use to sleep after putting in the day at booing cotton or following a slow time rule team down the corn rows ’till it got so dark the old overseer just naturally had to call it a day. And then I see the old baker swinging in the fireplace. That cooked up the corn pone to go with the fat side meats the Master Doctor (didn’t I tell you the Master was a doctor?) give us for the meals of the week day. But on a Sunday morning we always had flour bread, excepting after the war is over and then we is lucky do we get anything. Just like yesterday, I hear the old overseer making round of the dabins every day at four, and I means in the morning, too, when the night sleep is the best, and the folkses tumbling out of the door getting ready for the fields. All the mens dressed about the same. Just like me. Wearing the grey jeans with the...

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