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<tr><td align='left'>N.C. District:</td><td align='left'>2</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'>Worker:</td><td align='left'>Mary Hicks</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'>No. Words:</td><td align='left'>260</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'>Subject:</td><td align='left'>MR. BELL'S PLANTATION</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'>Reference:</td><td align='left'>Jacob Thomas</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'>Editor:</td><td align='left'>George L. Andrews</td></tr>
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<p>[TR: Date stamp: AUG 6 1937]<br/></p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_349" id="Page_349">[Pg 349]</SPAN></span></p>
<h2>MR. BELL'S PLANTATION</h2>
<h4>An interview with Jacob Thomas, 97 years of age, of 1300
South Bloodworth Street, Raleigh, North Carolina.
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<p>"I wus borned in Elberton County, Georgia, on de
plantation of Marse Tom Bell. My mammy, Isobel, uster live
in North Carolina, but she wus sold from her husban' an'
baby an' carried ter Marse Tom's place in Georgia. Atter
she got dar she wus married agin an' had me. Dat is I
reckin dat she wus married. I never did know my pappy.</p>
<p>"Mammy wus sold in Smithfield on de slave block an'
carried off, chained 'hind a wagin. She turn' roun' an'
looks back at her husban' who cries an' de oberseer's lash
cuts his back, 'case dey ain't 'lowed ter cry at a sale.</p>
<p>"From de time I can fust 'member I wucked on de farm.
We planted cane, cotton, corn, an' rice in de low groun's.
We ain't had ter wuck so powerful hard an' we am 'lowed a
heap of pleasures, but some of us boys wus mean an' we had
ter be whupped, lak de time we tied tin cans on de tail of
Jinks, marster's fine huntin' dog. De dog near run hisself
ter death an' Marse Tom had us whupped fer hit.</p>
<p>"He raised fine hosses too, an' he ain't 'lowed us
boys ter git clost ter dem, but one Sunday when Uncle Amos<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_350" id="Page_350">[Pg 350]</SPAN></span>
went ter sleep in de shade of de trees roun' de pasture
I gits on Lady, one of de fines' young mares, an' I
flies away on her.</p>
<p>"She ain't used ter nobody ridin' her bareback so
she kicks up quite a rucus but I sets on. Down cross de
pasture she goes an' I enjoys hit fine till she steps
in a hole an' falls.</p>
<p>"De mare am crippled but I leads her back an' tries
ter git away widout anybody seein' me. Ole Amos has
woked up dis time an' of course he tells Marse Tom.</p>
<p>"Dat's de wust whuppin' I'se eber had, I'se tellin'
yo'. Dey streaked me all ober den dey makes me lay down,
chained han' an' foot all de day long. Dat ain't done no
good do 'case I rid dem hosses eber'time I got de chance.</p>
<p>"I got married ter Pheobe de year dat de war begun.
She wus a slim little brown-skinned gal what look so
puny dat yo' jist natu'ally wants ter take care of her.
I ain't courted her fer long 'case de marster gives his
permission 'fore I axes fer hit. We is married 'fore de
magistrate in June 'fore de war begun.</p>
<p>"Near 'bout at de start of de war I wus took ter
Atlanta ter he'p buil' de fort an' dar I stays till de
Yankees comes a-rippin' an' a-tarin'. Dey shoots de fort
ter pieces an' den marches in an' hangs up de ole<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_351" id="Page_351">[Pg 351]</SPAN></span>
Stars an' Stripes.</p>
<p>"We had four chilluns den Pheobe died an' lef' me.
Atter dis I moves ter Star, South Carolina, an' I marries
Rebecca White who also died five years ago an' so I comed
ter live wid Roberta.</p>
<p>"I doan know whether slavery am better er not. Most
of de niggers claims dat all of de slaves wus good, but I
knows better. I done a heap of meanness. An' once atter
I done so mean an' got a whuppin' I runned away. Comes
night an' I comes back home an' de nex' day I done somethin'
er other ter git another whuppin' fer.</p>
<p>"Dar's dis much we ain't worried 'bout livin' den lak
we does now, an' dar's dis much fer bein' free, I has
got thirteen great-gran'chilluns an' I knows whar dey
everyone am. In slavery times dey'd have been on de block
long time ago.</p>
<p>"I always thought a lot of Lincoln 'cause he had a
heap of faith in de nigger ter think dat he could live on
nothin' at all."</p>
<p>EH</p>
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