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that treed I lay there till I doze off in sleep. And I tell you what happen ~o me curious. ‘~ThÎ1e I was sleep I seen two milk v~hite chickens~ You 1~iow what them two

~rh±tO fowl do? They gone and sit on n~r mother dresser ri:hi~ before the glass and sing; that song. Them COULD sings And it seem like a woman open a vial and pour snrnething on me. I~ spirii~ual mother ( in d~n day every m~nber in the church have what they call a spiritual mother ) say, ‚ That not natural fowl. That sent you for a token. ‚ Since that timel serve the choir five or six years and no song seem strange to ~ne since that day. God ain‘t ax about you color; God ax about you heart .

	‚t Make my living with the ister ( oyster ). Before t~e ( foi‘~nerly) I get seventy ~±ve cents a bushel; now I satisfy with fifty cents~ Tide going out, I go out in a boat with the tide; tide bri ~g me in *îth sometimes ten, sometimes fifteen or twenty bushels. I make white folks a roast; white folks coins to Unol~ Ben from all

over the country Florence, Di1lo~, :Jullins every kind of place. Same price roast or raw, fifty cents a bushel.

t? ~ bout to qui.t up with sell. All the lawyer. Turn all n~r papers over to Mr.

l3urris. I got too much of paper in that Con—o~way. Coure House,. G~t more paper in there than the house worth~ Have to step to Con~vay all the tii~ie • Struggle and starve ~~self out for these fifteen acres1, Thirty miles to Con—o—way. Thirty miles back by the course I travels. All thera tric1~t mens try to go and get old &n‘s lend sign to ‚ em. That ‚ s the maines t thing take me to Con~o—wsy ovei~r week. They all talk so sugar mouth t il I my name dawn; then v~ hen rr~r naine write is anothe r thing. When I in -h oo much trouble, I just has to step up to Con~o-~way and see Mr. T3urrîs. HeTs a good. man,

It They try to mix old Ben up in this whiskey business, It look too brutish to me.

	‚t Lassis, I want to tell you all I kin but the old man punish with this bone feloxa ( felon) . ‘~7orse‘n I ever been punish in all n~,r eighty five year. Crab bite Iem and ister ( oyster) cut ~ em ( hand ) • Woraan die and bury Sunday have ha ~nd just

like this. If you say so, l~~ll go to doctor. Don‘t wa~nt no blood poison. He ( :)one felon) did act like he trying to dry up. I tIS pea leaf on ‘en~. Can‘t put rr~r ht~~d to niy head, „

	The next day Uncle Ben was found with the doctor‘s white bandage very muddy. Uncle Ben had gotten out of bed to go get oysters and even the bone felon did