Now my mother comes to see me once in awhile at night. She been dead
till her bones is bleached, but she comes and tells me to be a good boy.
I always been obedient to old and young. She tell me to be good and she
banish from me.
My grandmother been to see me once.
Old Father Abraham Lincoln, I've seen him since he been dead too. I got
a gun old Father Abraham give me right out o' his own hand at Vicksburg.
I'm goin' to keep it till I die too.
Yes ma'm, I know they is spirits."
Pine Bluff District
FOLKLORE SUBJECTS
Name of interviewer: Martin - Barker
Subject: Ex-Slave
Story.
Information by: Tom Windham
Place of residence: 1221 Georgia St.
Age: 87
[TR: Information moved from bottom of second page.]
My master was an Indian. Lewis Butler of Oklahoma. I was born and raised
in Muskogee, Okla.
All of marse Butler's people were Creek Indians. They owned a large
plantation and raised vegetables. They lived in tepees, had floors and
were set on a lot and a wall boarded up around them. This was done so
that they could hide the slaves they had stolen.
I was twelve or thirteen years old, when the Indians had a small war.
They wouldn't allow us to fight. If we did, we were punished. They had a
place and made us work. I went to school two months also a little at
night.
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