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in a rented hciu.se. My father~s master, Mr. Clark, let him come to see us sometimes at night. Free colored folks had. to pay taxes. Mother had to pay taxes. Then when they caine of age, they had. to pay taxes again. Even in Augu.sta you had. to have a pass to go ±‘roi~ house to house. They had. frolics. Sometimes the white people caine and looked~ at ~~in having a good. time. You couldn‘t go out at night in Augusta after 9 o1~lock. They had a bell at the old. market down yonder, and. it would strike every hour and. every half hour. There was an i~ptown market, too, at Broa~i and McXinne.«

	Asked. ab out sCh~~ ‚ Eugene sal ii:

	“G~oing to school wa&t allowed., but still soie people would slip their children to school. There was an old. Methodist preacher, a Negro named. Ned. Purclee, h€ had. a school for boys and. girls going on in his back yard. They caught him and. pi~t him in jail. He was to be put in stocks and get so many lashes every day for a month. I heard him tell many times how the man siad ~Ned, I wontt whip you. I‘ll whip on the stock, and. you holler. ~ So Ned would k~t,xx holler out loud, as if they were whipping him. They put his feet and hands in the holes, and he was supp~ed to be whipped across his back.N

	HI read. in thee paper where a lady said slaves were never sold here in Augusta at the old market, but I saw them selling slaves myself. They ~ut them ~ on something like a table, bid. tem off just like you would. horses or cows. Dey was two men. I kin rekellect. I know one was called Mr. Tom Heckle. He used. to bi,~y slaves, speculating. The other was named Wilson. They would sell your mother from the children. That was the reason so many colored people married their sisters and brothers, not knowing until they got to taki~xax t~lking about it. One would. say, ‘I remember my