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ST-iIE—Arkansas<br />

ffAI'2 OF W0BK2B— Carol N. Graham<br />

Text <strong>of</strong> Interview (Unedited)<br />

AD3RSSS—Bear 456 West Main Street, El Dorado, Arkansas<br />

DATE—November 1, 1938<br />

SUBJECT—Ex-sl aves<br />

JfAfiSE AMD ADDRESS OF INBOBMABTT—Caroline Smith, Eoute 1, El Dorado*<br />

(Lives with Negroes "by name <strong>of</strong> Green about 1 mile from Smith f s Crossing)<br />

#791<br />

FOBM C 1*78<br />

******* * * * * * * * * * * * ****** * * * * * **********<br />

"I first remembers living on the plantation <strong>of</strong> Mr. Jake Dumas near El<br />

Dorado Landing. You know it's Calion now. We lived up towards Camden and<br />

it was there that my ma and pa was married and "buried. I was a tig girl<br />

durin* the war. 3$y job was to card and spin. And I use to carry the chil-<br />

dren to school. When I would get to the school I would put the children<br />

<strong>of</strong>f, git straddle and ride that horse home. When i would get there old mos<br />

would say Ca f line did you run him? I f d say naw sir. Then he f d say, f 0h,<br />

Carryline put the horse in the lot and come out here. I f d say, 'Master I<br />

didn't run that horse 1 but didn't do no good. He sure would whip me. I f d<br />

ext; ao^Ti and roll* I would stomp and he would do the same. I wondered how<br />

he could tell I f d run that horse. But course he could cause that horse had<br />

tr.e thumps (heart beating rapidly).<br />

,f I remember seeing the soldiers come through during; the war. They come<br />

by droves stealing horses, setting the cotton on fire and taking sumpin to<br />

eat, too.<br />

"Yes, 1 does still member the songs we sung durin f the war but I f ve got<br />

tie asthmy and ain't got much wind fur sing in*.

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