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furrows and squatted in the briers in a fence corner. Long time
after she had been out there hid, he come along, jumped the fence
on his horse, jumped over her back, down into the lane and to the
road he went. If the horse hadn't jumped over her and had struck
her he would have killed her. Now I think he was a soldier, not
the Ku Klux, I heard my father say he was a yard boy,
"I married in Mississippi and came to Malvern and Hot
Springs, He was a mill hand, I raised three children of my own
and was a chamber maid, I kept house and cooked for Mrs, Bera
McCafity, a rich woman in Hot Springs, My husband died and was
buried at Malvern, I married again, in Hot Springs, and lived
there several years. We went to the steel mill at Gary, Indiana,
He died, I come back here and to Brinkley in 1920, One daughter
lives in Detroit and one in Chicago, The youngest one is married,
has a family and a hard time; the other makes her living. It
takes it all to do her, I get #8.00 on the P.W.A,
"They all accuse me around here of talking mighty proper,
I been around fine city folks so much I notice how they speak,
"I don't fool with voting, I don't care to vote unless it
would be some town question to settle, I would know something
about it and the people,
"I don't know my age, I was grown when I married nearly
sixty years ago. We have to show our license to get on the W,P,A,
or our age in the Bible you understand,"
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