Old Slavery Days – Uncle Zeb, 11/13/1896

Old Slavery Days – Uncle Zeb, 11/13/1896

If I had to he born over again, and could have my way about it, Id be a nigger down south in slavery days-a thousand dollar
nigger. He was the happiest mortal on earth. He never heard of a new court house or free silver. It didnt matter with him
whether corn was two bits or two dollars a bushel. The hog cholera didnt fret his soul. The latest fashions didnt bother him,
and he didnt lay awake at nights figuring out how he could get a bicycle. He was dead sure-a thousand dollar nigger was
-of having a doctor when he got sick, and, rain or shine, floods or drouth, he was sure of his bacon and corn pone. He had
the ideal religion. No man ever enjoyed religion like a big and lusty nigger down south in slavery day. He’d shout an sing
till 11p.m. and then he’d steal a fat chicken or two and have a mid-night roast that makes my mouth water, yet it wasn’t
stealing. Hadn’t he and his kind raised the chickens and the turkeys and the crops He hadn’t a care. Old missus had to
look after his wife and even the pickaninnies. She was the slave. God bless the old-time cotton-field nigger, he didnt have
to sit on a hard bench and hear some political gosling make an hours speech on free silver or the gold standard. He didn’t
bother his soul about evolution or astronomy, or care a whether it was 95 million miles or 600 yards to the sun. What
was it to him If I have to be born over again Im going to be a thousand dollar nigger and have some fun.

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