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Slave Narrative of Doc Edwards

Interviewer: Daisy Whaley Person Interviewed: Doc Edwards Location: Staggville, North Carolina Date of Birth: 1853 Age: 84 Ex-Slave, 84 Yrs. I was bawn at Staggville, N. C., in 1853. I belonged to Marse Paul Cameron. My pappy was Murphy McCullers. Mammy’s name was Judy. Dat would make me a McCullers, but I was always knowed as Doc Edwards an’ dat is what I am called to dis day. I growed up to be de houseman an’ I cooked for Marse Benehan,–Marse Paul’s son. Marse Benehan was good to me. My health failed from doing so much work in de house an’ so I would go for a couple of hours each day an’ work in de fiel’ to be out doors an’ get well again. Marse Paul had so many niggers dat he never counted dem. When we opened de gate for him or met him in de road he would say, “Who is you? Whare you belong?” We would say, “We belong to Marse Paul.” “Alright, run along” he’d say den, an’ he would trow us a nickel or so. We had big work shops whare we made all de tools, an’ even de shovels was made at home. Dey was made out of wood, so was de rakes, pitchforks an’ some of de hoes. Our nails was made in de blacksmith shop by han’ an’ de picks an’ grubbin’ hoes, too. We had a han’ thrashing machine. It was roun’ like a stove pipe, only bigger. We fed de wheat to it an’ shook it’ til de wheat was loose from de straw an’ when it come...

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