My name is Albert Allen Carthen, but folks have always called me Allen. De old Townsend fambly Bible had dere names in it, and de names of dere slaves. I kin remembah how dat old Townsend fahm was laid out. Some of de long turn-rows was about a half a mile long, and it went in a straight path to de nawth. I saw dem dogs chasin' de jackrabbits up dem long rows.
Dem dogs run lak lightnin', and dey'd catch dem rabbits, too.
Dat outside wall had de holes daubed up wid clay and hog-hair, but I put my hand in dat hole. I couldn't say de word grandma, so I called her Br-mammy. I jes' took up wid de old folks, and have always been dat way. Grandma Dicey was good to me and she'd give me some bread. I sure would take my hand out of my pocket, dat was as greasy as a rat-hole, and push it through dat hole in de wall.