Oklahoma Slave Narrative
I was born near Memphis, Tenn., on the old Ben Moore plantation, but I don't know anything about the Old South because Master Ben moves us all up into Missouri (about
14-miles east of Westport, now Kansas City), long before they started fighting about slavery. Mary Collier was my mother's name before she was a Moore. About my father, I dunno. Mammy was sickly most of the time when I was a baby, and she was so thin and poorly when they move to Missouri the white folks afraid she going die on the way.
But she fool 'em, and she live two-three year after that. That's what good Old Master Ben tells me when I gets older. I
stay with Master Ben's married daughter, Mary, till the coming of the war. Times was good before the war, and I wasn't suffering none from slavery, except once in a while the Mistress would fan me with the stick, bet I needed it, too. When the war come along Master he say to leave Mistress Mary and get ready to go to Texas. Jim Moore, one of the meanest men I ever see, was the son of Master Ben; he's
going take us there. Demon Jim, that's what I call him when he ain't round the place, but when he's home it was always Master
Jim 'cause he was reckless with the whip. He was a Rebel officer fighting round the country and didn't take us slaves to Texas right away. So I stayed on at his place not far from Master Ben's plantation. Master
Jim's wife was a demon, just like her husband. Used the whip all the time, and every time Master Jim come home he whip me 'cause the Mistress say I been mean. One time I tell him, you better put me in your pocket (sell me), Master Jim, else I'se going run away'. He don't pay no mind, and I don't try to run away 'cause of the whips. I
done see one whipping and that enough. They wasn't no fooling about it. A runaway slave from the Jenkin's plantation was brought back, and there was a public whipping, so's the slaves could see what happens when they tries to get away.
The runaway was chained to the whipping post, and I was full of misery when I see the lash cutting deep into that boy's skin. He swell up like a dead horse, but he gets over it, only he was never no count for work no more.
While Master Jim is out fighting the Yanks, the Mistress is fiddling round with a neighbor man, Mister Headsmith. I is young then, but I knows enough that Master
Jim's going be mighty mad when he hears about it. The mistress didn't know I knows her secret, and I'm fixing to even up for some of them whippings she put off on me. That's why I tell
Master Jim next time he come home. See that crack in the wall? Master Jim say yes, and I say, it's just like the open door when the eyes are close to the wall. He peek and see into the bedroom. That's how I find out about the Mistress and Mister Headsmith, I tells him, and I see he's getting mad. What you mean? And Master
Jim grabs me hard by the arm like I was trying to get away. I see them in the bed. That's all I say. The Demon's got him and Master
Jim tears out of the room looking for the Mistress. Then I hears loud talking and pretty soon the Mistress is screaming and calling for help, and if old Master
Ben hadn't drop in just then and stop the fight, why, I guess she be beat almost to death, that how mad the Master was. Then Master Ben gets mad
'cause his boy Jim ain't got us down in Texas yet. Then we stay up all the night packing for the trip. Master Jim takes us, but the Mistress stay at home, and I wonder if Master Jim beat her
again when he gets back. We rides the wagons all the way, how many days, I dunno. The country was wild most of the way, and I know now that we come through the same country where I lives now, only it was to the east. (The trip was evidently made over the "Texas Road." And we keeps on
riding and comes to the big river that's all brown and red looking. (Red River) and the next thing I was sold to Mrs. Vaughn at Bonham, Texas, and there I stays till after the slaves is free. The new Mistress was a widow, no children round the place, and she treat me mighty good. She was good white folks, like old Master Ben, powerful good.
When the word get to us that the slaves is free, the Mistress says I is free to go anywheres I want. And I tell her this talk about being free sounds like foolishment to me, anyway, where can I go! She just pat me on the shoulder and say I
better stay right there with her, and that's what I do for a long time. Then I hears about how the white folks down at Dallas pays big money for house girls and there I goes. That's all I ever do
after that, work at the houses till I gets too old to hobble on these tired old feets and legs, then I just sits down. Just sits down and wishes for
old Master Ben to come and get me, and take care of this old woman like he use to do when she is just a little black child on the plantation in Missouri!
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