John Daniels





N. C. District: No. 2 [320281]

Worker: Mary A. Hicks

No. Words: 386

Subject: JOHN DANIELS

Story Teller: John Daniels

Editor: Daisy Bailey Waitt



[TR: No Date Stamp]



JOHN DANIELS

Ex-Slave Story [HW: (?)]





I'se named fer my pappy's ole massa down in Spartanburg, South

Carolina, course I doan know nothin' 'bout no war, case I warn't borned.

I does 'member seein' de ole 'big house' do', maybe you want me ter tell

you how hit looked?



It wuz a big white two-story house at de end uv a magnolia lane an'

a-settin' in a big level fiel'. Back o' de big house wuz de ole slave

cabins whar my folks uster live.



Dey said dat de massa wuz good ter 'em, but dat sometimes in de mo'nin'

dey jist has lasses an' co'nbread fer breakfas'.



I started ter tell you 'bout de Joe Moe do'.



You mebbe doan know hit, but de prisoners hyar doan git de blues so bad

if de company comes on visitin' days, an' de mail comes reg'lar. We's

always gittin' up somepin' ter have a little fun, so somebody gits up de

Joe Moe.



Yo' sees dat when a new nigger comes in he am skeerd an' has got de

blues. Somebody goes ter cheer him up an' dey axes him hadn't he ruther

be hyar dan daid. Yo' see he am moughty blue den, so mebbe he says dat

he'd ruther be daid; den dis feller what am tryin' ter cheer him tells

him dat all right he sho' will die dat [HW correction: 'cause] he's got

de Joe Moe put on him.



Seberal days atter dis de new nigger fin's a little rag full of somepin

twix de bed an' mattress an' he axes what hit am. Somebody tells him dat

hit am de Joe Moe, an' dey tells him dat de only way he can git de spell

off am ter git de bag off on somebody else. Ever'body but him knows'

bout hit so de Joe Moe keeps comin' back till a new one comes in an' he

l'arns de joke.



Talkin' 'bout ghostes I wants ter tell you dat de air am full of 'em.

Dar's a strip from de groun' 'bout four feet high which am light on de

darkes' night, case hit can't git dark down dar. Git down an' crawl an'

yo'll see a million laigs of eber' kin' an' if'en you lis'ens you'll

hyar a little groanin' an' den you has gone through a warm spot.



B. N.





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