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	t 11 take you to the plantation and take your picture in the plaee where you were born, 101 years ago.“

	Uncle Willis appeared to be sxnewhat in a daze as he padlocked the cabin door, put on his “sundown“ hat, took up his stout stick and tottered aown the steps. He wore a frayed sweater with several layers of shirts showing at the cuffs. On the way he recalled the first railroad train that passed through Burke County.

	“I kin‘1er skeered,“ he recollected. “~fe wuz all ‘mazed to see dat train flying‘ long ‘thout any horses. De people wuz all afraid.“

	“Had you heard of airplanes before you saw one, Uncle Willis?“

	“Yes ‚ ma ‚ am. I yeared o ‚ dem but you	‘ t glimne di s car full ‘ money to fly. Dey‘ s too high off de ground. I never is gwine in ones“

	Uncle ~Vi1lis was deposited on the porch of one of the remaining slave cabins to eat his “breakkus,“ while his kidnapers sought over hill and field for ~The big house ‚„ but only two cabins and the chimney foundations of a large burned dwelling rewarded the search. I

	The old ex-~1ave was i~ea in front of the cabin, to one side of the clay and bri ck chimney, and took great pleasure in the ceremony, rearing hi s head up straight so that his white beard stuck out. .

	Th€~ brutal rea]~ity of finding the glories of the plantation forever vanished rriust have been a severe blow for the old man. Several times on the way back he wiped tears frc~ his eyes. Once again at his cabin in the cottonfield, his vitality reasserted itself, and he greeted his cu~‘icus dusky neighbors with the proud statement.

	“Dey tuk me when I was bred an~ born! 1 ain‘t ax no better timel“

	~iillis‘ farewell words were:

	“Coo‘byei I hopes you all gits to Paradisei „
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