Our little house was full, I'll tell you, because I had seven sisters while I was there and seven more after I left, but I never did see part of them little ones. That's all I remember. We eat fish, greens, potatoes, sow belly and corn pone mostly, but sometimes in winter we get some fresh beef when they have a neighborhood killing. Everybody go to the field about seven o'clock when the big bell ring, and come in late by the same bell. Young slaves that too little for the field work in the Mistress garden, and we get so much for each family to take home from the garden.
Old negroes make our clothes from homespun cotton, and some mixed wool in cold weather.
I had one long shirt that had five different colors in the stripes. We wear them long shirts when we was little boys, without any pants in the summer. Old Master Clay was good to my folks, and kept on laughing at Mammy on account of so many girl babies. She never quit work but three days on account of a baby, and when she go back in the field she carry the baby in a red blanket tied to her back. When it get hungry she just slip it around in front and feed it and go right on picking or hoeing while it have its ninny.