George Conrad





Oklahoma Writers' Project

Ex-Slaves

[Date stamp: NOV 5 1937]



GEORGE CONRAD, JR.,

Age 77 yrs.

Oklahoma City, Okla.





I was born February 23, 1860 at Connersville, Harrison County,

Kentucky. I was born and lived just 13 miles from Parish. My mother's

name is Rachel Conrad, born at Bourbon County, Kentucky. My father,

George Conrad, was born at Bourbon County Kentucky. My grandmother's

name is Sallie Amos, and grandfather's name is Peter Amos. My

grandfather, his old Master freed him and he bought my grandmother,

Aunt Liza and Uncle Cy. He made the money by freighting groceries from

Ohio to Maysville, Kentucky.



Our Master was named Master Joe Conrad. We sometimes called him "Mos"

Joe Conrad. Master Joe Conrad stayed in a big log house with weather

boarding on the outside.



I was born in a log cabin. We slept in wooden beds with rope cords for

slats, and the beds had curtains around them. You see my mother was

the cook for the Master, and she cooked everything--chicken, roasting

ears. She cooked mostly everything we have now. They didn't have

stoves; they cooked in big ovens. The skillets had three legs. I can

remember the first stove that we had. I guess I was about six years

old.



My old Master had 900 acres of land. My father was a stiller. He made

three barrels of whisky a day. Before the War whisky sold for 12-1/2c

and 13c a gallon. After the War it went up to $3 and $4 per gallon.

When War broke out he had 300 barrels hid under old Master's barn.



There was 14 colored men working for old Master Joe and 7 women. I

think it was on the 13th of May, all 14 of these colored men, and my

father, went to the Army. When old Master Joe come to wake 'em up the

next morning--I remember he called real loud, Miles, Esau, George,

Frank, Arch, on down the line, and my mother told him they'd all gone

to the army. Old Master went to Cynthia, Kentucky, where they had

gone to enlist and begged the officer in charge to let him see all of

his boys, but the officer said "No." Some way or 'nother he got a

chance to see Arch, and Arch came back with him to help raise the

crops.



My mother cooked and took care of the house. Aunt Sarah took care of

the children. I had two little baby brothers, Charlie and John. The

old Mistress would let my mother put them in her cradle and Aunt Sarah

got jealous, and killed both of the babies. When they cut one of the

babies open they took out two frogs. Some say she conjured the babies.

Them niggers could conjure each other but they couldn't do nothing to

the whitefolks, but I don't believe in it. There's an old woman living

back there now (pointing around the corner of the house where he was

sitting) they said her husband put a spell on her. They call 'em

two-headed Negroes.



Old Master never whipped any of his slaves, except two of my

uncles--Pete Conrad and Richard Sherman, now living at Falsmouth,

Kentucky.



We raised corn, wheat, oats, rye and barley, in the spring. In

January, February and March we'd go up to the Sugar Camp where he had

a grove of maple trees. We'd make maple syrup and put up sugar in

cakes. Sugar sold for $2.5O and $3 a cake. He had a regular sugar

house. My old Master was rich I tell you.



Whenever a member of the white family die all the slaves would turn

out, and whenever a slave would die, whitefolks and all the slaves

would go. My Master had a big vault. My Mistress was buried in an iron

coffin that they called a potanic coffin. I went back to see her after

I was 21 years old and she look jest like she did when they buried

her. All of the family was buried in them vaults, and I expect if

you'd go there today they'd look the same. The slaves was buried in

good handmade coffins.



I heard a lot of talk 'bout the patrollers. In them days if you went

away from home and didn't have a pass they'd whip you. Sometimes

they'd whip you with a long black cow whip, and then sometime they'd

roast elm switches in the fire. This was called "cat-o-nine-tails",

and they'd whip you with dat. We never had no jails; only punishment

was just to whip you.



Now, the way the slaves travel. If a slave had been good sometimes old

Master would let him ride his hoss; then, sometime they'd steal a hoss

out and ride 'em and slip him back before old Master ever found it

out. There was a man in them days by the name of John Brown. We called

him an underground railroad man, 'cause he'd steal the slaves and

carry 'em across the river in a boat. When you got on the other side

you was free, 'cause you was in a free State, Ohio.



We used to sing, and I guess young folks today does too:



"John Brown's Body Lies A 'moulding In the Clay."



and



"They Hung John Brown On a Sour Apple Tree."



Our slaves all got very good attention when they got sick. They'd send

and get a doctor for 'em. You see old Mistress Mary bought my mother,

father and two children throwed in for $1,100 and she told Master Joe

to always keep her slaves, not to sell 'em and always take good care

of 'em.



When my father went to the army old Master told us he was gone to

fight for us niggers freedom. My daddy was the only one that come back

out of the 13 men that enlisted, and when my daddy come back old

Master give him a buggy and hoss.



When the Yanks come, I never will forget one of 'em was named John

Morgan. We carried old Master down to the barn and hid him in the hay.

I felt so sorry for old Master they took all his hams, some of his

whiskey, and all dey could find, hogs, chickens, and jest treated him

something terrible.



The whitefolks learned my father how to read and write, but I didn't

learn how to read and write 'til I enlisted in the U. S. Army in

1883.



They sent us here (Oklahoma Territory) to keep the immigrants from

settling up Oklahoma. I went to Fort Riley the 1st day of October

1883, and stayed there three weeks. Left Fort Riley and went to Ft.

Worth, Texas, and landed in Henryetta, Texas, on the 14th day of

October 1883. Then, we had 65 miles to walk to Ft. Sill. We walked

there in three days. I was assigned to my Company, Troop G. 9th

Calvary, and we stayed and drilled in Ft. Sill six months, when we was

assigned to duty. We got orders to come to Ft. Reno, Okla., on the 6th

day of January 1885 where we was ordered to Stillwater, Okla., to move

five hundred immigrants under Capt. Couch. We landed there on the 23rd

day of January, Saturday evening, and Sunday was the 24th. We had

general inspection Monday, January 25, 1885. We fell in line of

battle, sixteen companies of soldiers, to move 500 immigrants to the

Arkansas City, Kansas line.



We formed a line at 9:00 o'clock Monday morning and Captain Couch run

up his white flag, and Colonel Hatch he sent the orderly up to see

what he meant by putting up the flag, so Captain Couch sent word back,

"If you don't fire on me, I'll leave tomorrow." Colonel Hatch turned

around to the Major and told him to turn his troops back to the camp,

and detailed three camps of soldiers of the 8th Cavalry to carry

Captain Couch's troop of 500 immigrants to Arkansas City, Kansas.

Troop L., Troop D., and Troop B. taken them back with 43 wagons and

put them over the line of Kansas. Then we were ordered back to our

supply camp at Camp Alice, 9 miles north of Guthrie in the Cimarron

horseshoe bottom. We stayed there about three months, and Capt. Couch

and his colony came back into the territory at Caldwell, Kansas June

1885.



I laid there 'til August 8, then we changed regiments with the 5th

Calvary to go to Nebraska. There was a breakout with the Indians at

Ft. Reno the 1st of July 1885. The Indian Agency tried to make the

Indians wear citizens' clothes. They had to call General Sheridan

from Washington, D. C., to quiet the Indians down. Now, we had to make

a line in three divisions, fifteen miles a part, one non-commissioned

officer to each squad, and these men was to go to Caldwell, Kansas and

bring him to Ft. Reno that night. He came that night, so the next

morning Colonel Brisbane and General Hatch reported to General

Sheridan what the trouble was. General Sheridan called all the Indian

Chiefs together and asked them why they rebelled against the agency,

and they told them they weren't going to wear citizen's clothes.

General Sheridan called his corporals and sergeants together and told

them to go behind the guard house and dig a grave for this Indian

agent in order to fool the Indian Chiefs. Then, he sent a detachment

of soldiers to order the Indian Chiefs away from the guard house and

to put this Indian agent in the ambulance that brought him to Ft. Reno

and take him back to Washington, D. C., to remain there 'til he

returned. The next morning he called all the Indian Chiefs to the

guard house and pointed down to the grave and said that, "I have

killed the agent and buried him there." The Indians tore the feathers

out of their hats rejoicing that they killed the agent.



On the 12th of the same July, we had general inspection with General

Foresides from Washington, then we was ordered back to our supply camp

to stay there 'til we got orders of our change. On August 8, we got

orders to change to go to Nebraska, to Ft. Robinson, Ft. Nibrary, and

Ft. McKinney, and we left on the 8th of August.



This is my Oklahoma history. I gave this story to the Daily Oklahoman

and Times at one time and they are supposed to publish it but they

haven't.



Now you see that tree up there in front of my house? That tree is 50

years old. It is called the potopic tree. That was the only tree

around here in 1882. This was a bald prairie. I enlisted over there

where the City Market sets now. That was our starting camp under Capt.

Payne, but he died.



I joined the A. M. E. Methodist Church in 1874. I love this song

better than all the rest:



"Am I a Soldier of the Cross?"



Abraham Lincoln was a smart man, but he would have done more if he was

not killed. I don't think his work was finished. I'll tell you the

truth about Booker T. Washington. He argued our people to stay out of

town and stay in the country. He was a Democrat. He was a smart man,

but I think a man should live wherever he choose regardless. I never

stopped work whenever I'd hear he was coming to town to speak. You

know they wasn't fighting for freeing the slaves; they was fighting to

keep Kansas from being a slave State; so when they had the North

whipped, I mean the South had 'em whipped, they called for the Negroes

to go out and fight for his freedom. Don't know nothing 'bout Jeff

Davis. I've handled a lots of his money. It was counterfeited after

the War.



I've been married four times. I had one wife and three women. I mean

the three wasn't no good. My first wife's name: Amanda Nelson. 2nd:

Pocahuntas Jackson. 3rd: Nannie Shumpard. We lived together 9 years.

She tried to beat me out of my home.





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