Ambrose Douglass





FEDERAL WRITERS' PROJECT

American Guide, (Negro Writers' Unit)



Martin D. Richardson, Field Worker

Brooksville, Florida



AMBROSE DOUGLASS





In 1861, when he was 16 years old, Ambrose Hilliard Douglass was given a

sound beating by his North Carolina master because he attempted to

refuse the mate that had been given to him--with the instructions to

produce a healthy boy-child by her--and a long argument on the value of

having good, strong, healthy children. In 1937, at the age of 92,

Ambrose Douglass welcomed his 38th child into the world.



The near-centenarian lives near Brooksville, in Hernando County, on a

run-down farm that he no longer attempts to tend now that most of his 38

children have deserted the farm for the more lucrative employment of the

cities of the phosphate camps.



Douglass was born free in Detroit in 1845. His parents returned South to

visit relatives still in slavery, and were soon reenslaved themselves,

with their children. Ambrose was one of these.



For 21 years he remained in slavery; sometimes at the plantation of his

original master in North Carolina, sometimes in other sections after he

had been sold to different masters.



"Yassuh, I been sold a lot of times", the old man states. "Our master

didn't believe in keeping a house, a horse or a darky after he had a

chance to make some money on him. Mostly, though, I was sold when I cut

up".



"I was a young man", he continues, "and didn't see why I should be

anybody's slave. I'd run away every chance I got. Sometimes they near

killed me, but mostly they just sold me. I guess I was pretty husky, at

that."



"They never did get their money's worth out of me, though. I worked as

long as they stood over me, then I ran around with the gals or sneaked

off to the woods. Sometimes they used to put dogs on me to get me back.



"When they finally sold me to a man up in Suwannee County--his name was

Harris--I thought it would be the end of the world. We had heard about

him all the way up in Virginia. They said he beat you, starved you and

tied you up when you didn't work, and killed you if you ran away.



"But I never had a better master. He never beat me, and always fed all

of us. 'Course, we didn't get too much to eat; corn meal, a little piece

of fat meat now and then, cabbages, greens, potatoes, and plenty of

molasses. When I worked up at 'the house' I et just what the master et;

sometimes he would give it to me his-self. When he didn't, I et it

anyway.



"He was so good, and I was so scared of him, till I didn't ever run away

from his place", Ambrose reminisces; "I had somebody there that I liked,

anyway. When he finally went to the war, he sold me back to a man in

North Carolina, in Hornett County. But the war was near over then; I

soon was as free as I am now.



"I guess we musta celebrated 'Mancipation about twelve times in Hornett

County. Every time a bunch of No'thern sojers would come through they

would tell us we was free and we'd begin celebratin'. Before we would

get through somebody else would tell us to go back to work, and we would

go. Some of us wanted to jine up with the army, but didn't know who was

goin' to win and didn't take no chances.



"I was 21 when freedom finally came, and that time I didn't take no

chances on 'em taking it back again. I lit out for Florida and wound up

in Madison County. I had a nice time there; I got married, got a plenty

of work, and made me a little money. I fixed houses, built 'em, worked

around the yards, and did everything. My first child was already born; I

didn't know there was goin' to be 37 more, though. I guess I would have

stopped right there....



"I stayed in Madison County until they started to working concrete rock

down here. I heard about it and thought that would be a good way for me

to feed all them two dozen children I had. So I came down this side.

That was about 20 years ago.



"I got married again after I got here; right soon after. My wife now is

30 years old; we already had 13 children together. (His wife is a

slight, girlish-looking woman; she says she was 13 when she married

Douglass, had her first child that year. Eleven of her thirteen are

still living.)



"Yossuh, I ain't long stopped work. I worked here in the phosphate mine

until last year, when they started to paying pensions. I thought I

would get one, but all I got was some PWA work, and this year they told

me I was too old for that. I told 'em I wasn't but 91, but they didn't

give nothin' else. I guess I'll get my pension soon, though. My oldest

boy ought to get it, too; he's sixty-five."





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