Interview Of Ex-slave And Civil War Veteran





Civil War Veteran of Portsmouth, Virginia



On the outskirts of Portsmouth, Virginia, where one seldom hears of or

goes for sightseeing lives Mr. Albert Jones. In a four room cottage at

726 Lindsey Avenue, the aged Civil War Veteran lives alone with the care

of Mr. Jones' niece, who resides next door to him. He has managed to

survive his ninety-fifth year. It is almost a miracle to see a man at

his age as suple [SP: supple] as he.



On entering a scanty room in the small house, Mr. Jones was nodding in a

chair near the stove. When asked about his early life, he straightened

up [HW struck out: on his spine], crossed his legs and said, "I's perty

old--ninety six. I was born a slave in Souf Hampton county, but my

mastah wuz mighty good to me. He won't ruff; dat is 'f yer done right."



The aged man cleared his throat and chuckled. Then he said, "But you

better never let mastah catch yer wif a book or paper, and yer couldn't

praise God so he could hear yer. If yer done dem things, he sho' would

beat yer. 'Course he wuz good to me, 'cause I never done none of 'em. My

work won't hard neiver. I had to wait on my mastah, open de gates fer

him, drive de wagon and tend de horses. I was sort of a house boy."



"Fer twenty years I stayed wif mastah, and I didn't try to run away.

When I wuz twenty one, me and one of my brothers run away to fight wif

the Yankees. Us left Souf Hampton county and went to Petersburg. Dere we

got some food. Den us went to Fort Hatton where we met some more slaves

who had done run away. When we got in Fort Hatton, us had to cross a

bridge to git to de Yankees. De rebels had torn de bridge down. We all

got together and builded back de bridge, and we went on to de Yankees.

Dey give us food and clothes."



The old man then got up and emptied his mouth of the tobacco juice,

scratched his bald head and continued. "Yer know, I was one of de first

colored cavalry soljers, and I fought in Company 'K'. I fought for three

years and a half. Sometimes I slept out doors, and sometimes I slept in

a tent. De Yankees always give us plenty of blankets."



"During the war some uh us had to always stay up nights and watch fer de

rebels. Plenty of nights I has watched, but de rebels never 'tacked us

when I wuz on."



"Not only wuz dere men slaves dat run to de Yankees, but some uh de

women slaves followed dere husbands. Dey use to help by washing and

cooking."



"One day when I wuz fighting, de rebels shot at me, and dey sent a

bullet through my hand. I wuz lucky not to be kilt. Look. See how my

hand is?"



The old man held up his right hand, and it was half closed. Due to the

wound he received in the war, that was as far as he could open his hand.



Still looking at his hand Mr. Jones said, "But dat didn't stop me, I had

it bandaged and kept on fighting."



"The uniform dat I wore wuz blue wif brass buttons; a blue cape, lined

wif red flannel, black leather boots and a blue cap. I rode on a bay

color horse--fact every body in Company 'K' had bay color horses. I

tooked my knap-sack and blankets on de horse back. In my knap-sack I had

water, hard tacks and other food."



"When de war ended, I goes back to my mastah and he treated me like his

brother. Guess he wuz scared of me 'cause I had so much ammunition on

me. My brother, who went wif me to de Yankees, caught rheumatism doing

de war. He died after de war ended."





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