I sees the dogs comin'. They had their heads down not lookin' where they was runnin'. When they gets under my tree they stops and runs around. Den they looks up and sees me and starts to bark. After dat I never got thinkin' of runnin' away, and I don't believe no slave ever escaped from Texas in spite of all de stories de niggers tells.
Time goes on and de war comes along.
Half of it must have been over before I knows about it. Everythin' goes on just like it did. No change come in our life at all. Sometimes slaves die and get put in a box. It didn't make no difference if it was a mother or what dat died.