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Morris Sheppard
Cherokee Freedman Age 85 Yrs.
Fort Gibson, Oklahoma
Old Master tell me I was borned in November 1852, at de old home place about five miles east of
Webbers Falls, mebbe kind of northeast, not far from de east bank of de Illinois River.
Master's name was Joe Sheppard, and he was a Cherokee Indian. Tall and slim and
handsome. He had
black eyes and mustache but his hair was iron gray, and everybody like him because he was so good
natured and kind.
I don't remember old Mistress name. My mammy was a Crossland Negro before she come to belong to
Master Joe and marry my pappy, and I think she come wid old Mistress and belong to her. Old
mistress was small and mighty pretty too, and she was only half Cherokee. She inherit about half a
dozen slaves, and say dey was her own and old master can't sell one unless she give him leave to
do it.
Dey only had two families of slaves wid about twenty in all, and dey only worked about fifty
acres, so we sure did work every foot of it good. We git three or four crops of different things
out of dat farm every ear, and something growing on dat place winter and summer.
Pappy's name was Caesar Sheppard and Mammy's name was Easter. Dey was both raised round Webber's
Falls somewhere. I had two brothers, Silas and George, dat belong to Mr. George Holt in Webber's
falls town. I got a pass and went to see dem sometimes, and dey was both treated might fine.
The big House was a double log wid a big hall and a stone chimney but no porches, wid two rooms at
each end, one top side of de other. I thought it was mighty big and fine.
Us slaves lived in log cabins dat only had one room and no windows so we kept de doors open most
of de time. We had home-made wooden beds wid rope springs, and de little ones slept on trundle
beds dat was home made too.
At night dem trundles was jest all over the floor, and in de morning we shoved em back under de
big beds to git dem outn' de way. No nails in none of dem nor in de chairs and tables. Nails cost
big money and Old Master's blacksmith wouldn't make none 'ceptin a few for old Master now an den
so we used wooden dowels to put things together.
They was so many of us for dat little field we never did have to work hard. Up at five o'clock and
back in sometimes about de middle of de evening long before sundown, unless they was a crop to git
in before it rain or something like dat.
When crop was laid by de slaves jest work round at dis and dat and keep tol'able busy. I never did
have much of a job, jest tending de calves mostly. We had about twenty calves and I would take dem
out and graze-em while some grown-up negro was grazing de cows so as to keep de cows milk. I had
me a good blaze-faced horse for dat.
One time old Master and another man come and took some calves off and Pappy say old Master taking
dem off to sell I didn't know what sell meant and I ast Pappy is he going to bring em back when he
git through selling them. In ever did see no money neither, until time of de War or a little
before.
Master Joe was sure a good provider, and we always had plenty of corn pone, sow belly and greens,
sweet potatoes, cowpeas and cane molasses. We even had brown sugar and cane molasses most of de
time before de War, sometimes coffee, too.
De clothes wasn't no worry neither. Everything we had was made by my folks. My aunt done de
carding and spinning and my mammy done de weaving and cutting and sewing , and my pappy could make
cowhide shoes wid wooden pegs. Dey was for bad winter only.
Old Master bought de cotton in Ft. Smith, because he didn't raise no cotton, but he had a few
sheep and we had wool mix for winter.
Everything was stripedy cause Mammy like to make it fancy. She dye with copperas and walnut and
wild indigo and things like dat and made pretty cloth. I wore a stripedy shirt till I was about 11
years old and den one day while we was down in the Choctaw Country old Mistress see me and nearly
fall off her horse. She holler, "Easter, you go right now and make dat big buck of a boy some
britches!"
We never put on de shoes until about late November when de front begin to hit regular and split
our feet up, and den when it git good and cold and de crop all gathered in anyways, they is
nothing to do 'cepting hog killing and alot of wood chopping and you don't get cold doing dem two
things.
De hog killing mean we gots lots of spare-ribs and chitlings and somebody always git sick eating
to much of dat fresh pork. I always pick a whole passel of muskatines for old Master and he make
up sour wine, and dat helps out when we git the bowel complaint from eating dat fresh pork.
If somebody bad sick he git de doctor right quick, and he don't let no negroes mess around wid no
poultices and teas and sech things, like cupping-horns neither!
Us Cherokee slaves seen lots of green corn shootings and de like of dat but we never had no games
of our own. We was too tired when we come in to play any games. We had to have a pass to go any
place to have signing or praying, and den they was always a bunch of patrollers around to watch
everything we done. Dey would come up in a bunch of about nine men on horses and look at all our
passes, and if a negro didn't have no pass dey wore him out good and made him go home. Dey didn't
let us have much enjoyment.
Right after the War, de Cherokees that had been wid the South kind of pestered the freedmen some,
but I was so small dey never bothered me; jest de grown ones. Old Master and Mistress kept on
asking me did de night riders persecute meany but dey never did.
Dey tole me some of dem was bad on negroes but I never did see none of dem night riding like some
say dey did.
Old Master had some kind of business in Fort Smith, I think cause he used to ride into dat town
about everyday on his horse. He would start at de crack of daylight and not git home till way
after dark. When he get home he call my uncle and ask about what we done all day and tell him what
we better do de next day. My uncle Joe was de slave boss and he tell us what de Master say do.
When dat Civil War come along I was a pretty big boy and I remember it good as anybody. Uncle Joe
tell us all to lay low and work hard and nobdy bother us and he would look after us. He sure stood
good with de Cherokee neighbors we had, and dey all liked him. There was Mr. Jim Collins, and Mr.
Bell, and Mr. Dave Franklin, and Mr. Jim Sutton and Mr. Blackburn that lived around close to us
and dey hall had slaves. Dey was all wid the south, bet day wa a lot of dem Pin Indians all up on
de Illinois River and dey was wid de North and day taken it out on de slave owners alot before de
War and during it too.
Dey would come in de night and hamstring de horses and maybe set fire to de barn, and two of em
named Joab Scarrel, and Tom Starr killed my pappy one night just before the War broke out.
I don't know what dey done it for, only to be mean, and I guess they was drunk.
Them Pins was after Master all de time for a while at de first of de War, and he was afraid to
ride into Ft. Smith much. Dey come to de house one time when he was gone to Fort Smith and us
children told dem he was at Honey Springs, but they knowed better and when he got home he said
somebody shot at him and bushwhacked him all the way from Wilson's Rock to dem Wildhorse
Mountains, but he run his horse like de devil was sitting on his tail and dey never did hit him.
He never seen them neither. We told him bout de Pins coming for him and he just laughed.
When de War come old Master seen he was going into trouble and he sold off most of de slaves. In
de second year of de War he sold my mammy and my aunt dat was Uncle Joe's wife and my two brothers
and my little sister. Mammy went to a mean old man named Pepper Goodman and he took her off down
de river, and pretty soon Mistress tell me she died cause she can't stand de rough treatment.
When Mammy went old Mistress took me to de Big House to help
her and she was kind to me like I
was part of her own family. I never forget when they sold off some more negroes at de same time,
too and put dem all in a pen for de trader to come and look at.
He never come until the next day, so dey had to sleep in dat pen in a pile like hogs.
It wasn't my Master done dat. He done already sold'em to a man and it was dat man was waiting for
de trader. It made my Master mad, but dey didn't belong to him no more and he couldn't say
nothing.
The man put dem on a block and sold em to a man dat had come in on a steamboat, and he took dem
off on it when de freshet come down and de boat could go back to Fort Smith. It was tied up at de
dock at Webbers Falls about a week and we went down and talked to my aunt an brothers and sister.
De brothers was Sam and Eli. Old Mistress cried jest like any of de rest of us when de boat pull
out with dem on it.
Pretty soon all de young Cherokee menfolks all gone off to de War, and de Pins was riding round
all de time, and it ain't safe to be in dat part around Webber's Falls so old Master take us all to
Fort Smith where they was a lot of Confederate soldiers.
We camp at dat place a while and old Mistress stay in de town wid some kinfolks. Den old
Master get three wagons and ox teams and take us all way down on Red River in de Choctaw Nation.
We went by Webber's Falls and filled de wagons. We left de furniture and only took grub and tools
and bedding and clothes, cause they wasn't very big wagons and was only single-yoke.
We went on a place in de Red River Bottoms close to Shawneetown and not far from de place where
all de wagons crossed over to go into Texas. We was at dat place two years and made two little
crops.
One night a runaway negro come across form Texasa and he had de blood hounds after him. His
britches was all muddy and tore where de hounds had cut him up in de legs when he clumb a tree in
de bottoms. He come to our house and Mistress said for us Negroes to give him something to eat
and we did.
Then up come de man from Texas with de hounds and wid him was young Mr. Joe Vann and my uncle that
belong to young Joe. Dey called young Mr. Joe "Little Joe Vann" even after he was grown
on account of when he was a little boy before his pappy was killed. His pappy was old Captain
"Rich Joe" Vann, and he had been dead ever since long before de War. My uncle belong to
old Captain Joe nearly all his life.
Mistress try to get de man to tell her who de negro belong to so she can buy him, but de man say he
can't sell him and he take him on back to Texas wid a chain around his two ankles. Dat was one
poor negro dat never go away to de North and I was sorry for him cause I know he must have had a
mean master, but none of us Sheppard negroes, I mean the grown ones, tried to get away.
After de War was over, Old Master tell me I am free but he will look out after me cause I am just
a little negro and I ain't got no sense. I know he is right, too.
Well, I go ahead, and make me a crop of corn all by myself and then I don't know what to do wid
it. I was afraid I would get cheated out of it cause I can't figure and read, so I tell old Master
about it and he bought it off'n me.
We never had no school in slavery and it was agin' the law for anybody to even show a negro de
letters and figures, so no Cherokee slave could read.
We all come back to de old place and find de negro cabins and barns burned down and de fences all
gone and de field in crab grass and cockleburs. But de Big House ain't hurt cepting it need a new
roof. De furniture is all gone, and some said de soldiers burned it up for firewood. Some officers
stayed in de house for a while and tore everything up or took it off.
Master give me over to de National Freedmen's bureau and I was bound out to a Cherokee woman name
Lizzie McGee. Then one day one of my uncles name Wash Sheppard come and tried to git me to go live
wid him. He say he wanted to git de family all together agin.
He had run off after he was sold and joined de North army and discharged at Fort Scoot in Kansas,
and he said lots of freedmen was living close to each other up by Coffeyville in the Coo-ee-scoo-wee
District.
I wouldn't go, so he sent Isaac and Joe Vann dat had been two of Old Captain Joe's negroes to talk
to me. Isaac had been Young Joe's driver and he told me all about how rich Master Joe was and how
he would look after us negroes. Dey kept after me about a year, but I didn't go anyways.
But later on I got a freedman's allotment up in dat part close to Coffeyville, and I lived in
Coffeyville a while but I didn't like it in Kansas.
I lost my land trying to live honest and pay my debts. I raised eleven
children just on de sweat of
my hands and none of dem ever tasted anything dat was stole.
When I left Mrs. McGee's I worked about three years for Mr. Sterling Scott and Mr. Roddy Reese.
Mr. Reese had a big flock of peafowls dat had belonged to Mr. Scott and I had to take care of dem.
Whitefolks, I would have to go tromp seven miles to Mr. Scott's house two or three times a week to
bring back some old peafowl dat had go tout and gone back to de old place!
Poor old master and mistress only lived a few years after de War. Master went plumb blind after he
move back to Webber's Falls and so he move up on de Illinois River, about three miles from de Arkansas, and there old Mistress take de white swelling and die and den he die pretty soon. I went
to see dem lots of times and they was always glad to see me.
I would stay around about a week and help em and dey would try to git me to take something but I
never would. Dey didn't have much and couldn't make anymore and dem so old. Old Mistress had
inherited some property from her pappy and dey had de slave money and when dey turned everything
into good money after de War dat stuff only come to about six thousand dollars in good money, she
told me. Dat just about lasted em through until dey died, I reckon.
By and by I married Nancy Holdebrand what lived on Greenleaf Creek, bout four miles northwest of
Gore. She had belonged to Joe Hildebrand and he was kin to old Steve Hildebrand dat owned de mill
on Flint Creek up in de Going Snake District. She was raised up at dat mill, but she was borned in
Tennessee before dey come out to de nation. Her master was white, but he had married into de
Nation and so she got a freedmen's allotment too. She had some land close to Catoosa and some down
on Greenleaf Creek.
We was married at my home in Coffeyville, and she bore me eleven children right. We never had no
church in slavery, and no schooling, and you had better not be caught wid a book in your hand
even, so I never did go to church hardly any.
Wife belong to de church and all de children too, and I think all should look after saving their
souls so as to drive de nail in, and den go about de earth spreading kindness and hoeing de row
clean so as to clinch dat nail and make dem safe for Glory
Of course I hear about Abraham Lincoln and he was a great man, but I was told mostly by my
children when dey come home from school about him. I always think of my old Master as de one dat
freed me, and anyways Abraham Lincoln and none of his North people didn't look after me and buy my
crop right after I was free like old Master did. Dat was de time dat was the hardest and
everything was dark and confusion.
