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Prince Bee
Age 85 Yrs.
Red Bird, Oklahoma
Page 14-16

        I donít know how old I was when I found myself standing on the toppen 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, (thatís my first master) Saul Mudville, he say to me that Iím now belonging to Major Bee and for me to get down off the auctions block.

        I do that. Major Bee he comes over and right away I know Iím going to like him. Then when I get to the Majorís plantation and see his oldest daughter Mary and all her brothers and sisters, and see how kind she is to all them and to all the colored children, why, I just keeps right on liking Ďem more all the time.

        They was about nine white children on the place and Mary had to watch out for them Ďcause 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 Ďtaters swimming in the good mellow gravy, then she call us for to eat. Um-um-h! that was tasty eating.

        And from the garden come the vegetables like okra and corn and onions that Mary would mix all up in the soup pot with lean meats. That would rest kinder easy on the stomach too, Ďspecially if they was a bit of red squirrel meats in with the stew!

        Major Bee say it wasnít good for me to learn reading and writing, Reckened it would ruin me. But they sent me to Sunday School. Sometimes. Wasnít many of the slaves knew how to read the bible either, but they all got the religion anyhow. I believed in it then and I still do.

        That religion I got in them way back days is still with me. And it ainít this pie crust religion such as the folks are getting these days. The old time religion has some filling between the crusts, wasnít so many empty words like they is today.

        They was haunts in them way back days, too. Howís I know? ĎCause I stayed right with the haunts one whole night when I get caught in a norther when the Major sends me to another plantation for to bring back some cowd heís bargained for. That was a cold night and a frightful one.

        The blizzard overtook me and it was dark on the way. I come to an old gin house that everybody said was the hauntinest place in all the county. But I went in account of the cold and then when the noises started I was just too scared to move, so there I stood in the corner, all the time Ďtil morning come.

        There was nobody I could see, but I could hear peoples feet a-tromping and stomping around the room and they go up and down the stairway like they was running a race.

        Sometimes the noises would be right by my side and I would feel like a hot wind passing around me, and lights would flash all over the room. Nobody could I see. When daylight come I went through that door without looking back and headed for the plantation, forgetting all about the cows that Major Bee sent me for to get.

        When I tells them about the thing, Mary she wonít let the old Major scold, and she fixes me up with some warm foods and I is all right again. But I stays me away from that gin place, even in the daylight, account of the haunts.

        When the War come along the Major got kinder mean with some of the slaves, but not with me. I never did try to run off, but some of Ďem did. One of my brothers tried and got caught.

        The old Master whipped him Ďtil the blood spurted all over his body, and bull whip cutting in deeper all the time. He finished up the whipping with a wet coarse towel and the end got my brother in the eye. He was blinded in the one eye but the other eye is good enough he can see they ainít no use trying to run away no more.

        After the War they was more whippings. This time it was the night raders Ė them Klan folks didnít fool with mean negroes. The mean Negroes was whipped and some of them shot when they do something the Klan folks didnít like, and when they come a-riding up in the night, all covered with white spreads, they was something bound to happen.

        Them way back days is gone and I is mighty glad. The Negroes of today needs another leader like Booker Washington. Get the young folds to working, thatís what they need, and get some filling in their pie crust religion soís when they meet the Lord their soul wonít be empty like is their pocketbooks today!

Contributed by M. Dawson, May 2002


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