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but was m‘ cappy . Dey made ‚ em Wi d. t abs ober de ear s ‚ an ~ t o t i e under de chin, an‘ was dBy warm, I‘ll say~

	“Now, when yo‘ axes ‘bout hawgkilltn‘ time, d~at was de time~ Fer weeks de men would bau]. wood and big rocks, an‘ pile hit all to~ getner as high as dat house; den hab sev‘ral piles like dese ‘roun~ a big hole in de groun‘ whut had been filled wid. watah. Den jes‘ a atter mid-night de boss would blow de ol‘ horn, an‘ all de men would git up an‘ gît in dem hog pens. Den dey would set dat pile of wood on fire, an~ den start knockln* dem hawgs in de haid. Us nebber shot a hawg like dey does now. Us allus used an ax to kill ‘em wid.

	11Atter knockin~ de hawg in de haid, dey would tie a rope on hits leg, an atter de water got to de right heat from dose red hot rocks whut had. been pushed out öb dat pile ob nu‘in wood into de watah, dey wud tn‘ow de hog in an1 drag hit aroun& awhile, an‘ take hirn out an‘ hab him clean in ‘bOUt three pair & minutes. Atter he was clean dey hung hIm up, an‘ den later cut him up an‘ hung him in de smoke bougé, an 8rnoke him wid. great oak logs. Huh, dey don‘t cu‘ah meat now, dey jés‘ use sum kinda bresh an‘ liqûid, but dey don‘t hab meat lack us did.

	“Den comeco‘shuckjn‘ time. Mah goodness I jes‘ would love to be dere now. De co‘n would be piled up high an‘ one man would git on

~	dat pile. Hit usually was one who was kinda niggah fo‘man dat could Sing an‘ get de wuok out of‘ de odder niggera. Dis fo‘man would sing a Vel‘se somethi~n‘ lack dis

( “Polk an‘ Clay went to War,
An‘ Polk corne back wid a broken jar.‘~

	“Den all de niggers would sing back to him, an‘ hallo, a kinder S~)utj~‘ souri‘ . G~1nerally dis fo‘man made up his songs by pickin‘ dem up from whut he had heard white folks tell of‘ wars . But Mjsg ~‘O ~ know

~	Whut Was de motor powah of dat co‘n ehuckin‘? Hit was de ol‘ jug dat Was brung ‘roun‘ ebery hour. Dat1s de onhiest time any ob de slaves