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<tr><td align='left'>N.C. District:</td><td align='left'>No. 2</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'>Worker:</td><td align='left'>T. Pat Matthews</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'>No. Words:</td><td align='left'>1197</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'>Subject:</td><td align='left'>WILLIAM SCOTT</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'>Story Teller:</td><td align='left'>William Scott</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'>Editor:</td><td align='left'>Daisy Bailey Waitt</td></tr>
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<p>[TR: Date stamp: JUN 11 1937]<br/></p>
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<h2> WILLIAM SCOTT<br/> Ex-Slave Story</h2>
<h4>401 Church St., 77 years old.<br/>
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<p>"My name is William Scott. I live at 401 Church
Street, Raleigh, North Carolina. I wuz born 1860, March 31st.
I wuz free born. My father wuz William Scott. I wuz named
after my father. My mother wuz Cynthia Scott. She wuz a
Scott before she wuz married to my father. She wuz born free.
As far back as I can learn on my mother's side they were
always free.</p>
<p>"My mother and father always told me my grandfather
wuz born of a white woman. My grandfather wuz named Elisha
Scott. I have forgot her name. If I heard her name called
I have forgot it. My grandfather on my mother's side wuz
a Waverly. I can't tell you all about dese white folks,
but some of 'em, when they died, left their property to
mulattoes, or half-breed children, and several of them are
living in this community now. I can tell you exactly
where they are, and where they got their property. Some of
them are over half white. They were by a Negro woman who
wuz a mulatto and a white man. Dey air so near white you
can't tell them from white folks. This condition has
existed as long ago as I have any recollection, and it still<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</SPAN></span>
exists, but there are not as many children according to the
relations as used to be.</p>
<p>"Free Negroes were not allowed to go on the plantations
much. Now you see my father wuz a free man. We lived right
here in town. My father wuz a ditcher and slave gitter. One
night the man he worked for got up a crowd and come to whup
him and take his money away from him. He had paid father
off that day. Dat night dey come an' got him an' blindfolded
him. He moved the blindfold from over his eyes and run an'
got away from 'em. He never did go back o [TR: no] more to the man
he had been workin' for. I wuz a little boy, but I heard
pappy tell it. Dat wuz tereckly after de surrender. Pappy
saw the man he had been workin' for when he slipped the
blindfold off his face, and he knowed him.</p>
<p>"I wuz a boy when the Yankees came to Raleigh. They
came in on the Fayetteville Road. They stopped and quartered
at the edge of the town. I remember they had a guardhouse
to put the Yankees in who disobeyed. Later on they came in
from the east and quartered at the old Soldiers Home right in
there, but not in the buildings. There were no houses there
when the Yankees came. They had some houses there. They
built 'em. They stayed there a good while until all the
Yankees left. When the Yankees first came in they camped
over near Dix Hill, when they come into town you hardly
knew where they come from. They were jist like blue birds.
They jist covered the face of the earth. They came to our<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</SPAN></span>
house and took our sumpin' to eat. Yes sir, they took our
sumpin' to eat from us Negroes. My daddy didn't like deir
takin' our rations so he went to de officer and tole him what
his men had done, and the officers had sumpin' to eat sent
over there.</p>
<p>"My mammy cooked some fur de officers too. Dey had
a lot of crackers. Dey called 'em hard tack. The officers
brought a lot of 'em over dere. We lived near the Confederate
trenches jist below the Fayetteville Crossin' on Fayetteville
Street. The breastworks were right near our house.</p>
<p>"I know when the colored men farmed on share craps,
dey were given jist enough to live on, and when a white man
worked a mule until he wuz worn out he would sell him to de
colored man. De colored man would sometime buy 'im a old
buggy; den he wuz called rich. People went to church den
on steer carts, that is colored folks, most uv 'em. De only
man I wurked for along den who wud gib me biscuit through de
week wuz a man named June Goodwin. The others would give us
biscuit on Sundays, and I made up my mind den when I got to
be a man to eat jist as many biscuits as I wanted; and I
have done jist dat.</p>
<p>"My mammy used to hire me out to de white folks. I
worked and made jist enough to eat and hardly enough clothes
to wear to church until I wuz a man. I worked many a day and
had only one herrin' and a piece of bread for dinner. You<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</SPAN></span>
know what a herrin' fish is? 'Twon't becase I throwed my
money away, twas cause we didn't git it, nuther to save
up. When we farmed share crap dey took all we made. In
de fall we would have to split cord wood to live through
de winter.</p>
<p>"I will tell you now how I got my start off now, I
am going to use dis man's name. I went to work for a man
name George Whitaker. I drive a wagon for him. He 'lowed
me all de waste wood for my own use. This wuz wood dat
would not sell good on de market. I hauled it over home.
I worked for him till he died, en his wife lowed me a little
side crap. I made this crap, took de money I got for it, and
built a little storehouse. I disremember how long I worked
fer Mis' Hannah Whitaker. Den I quit work for her and went
to work for myself. I owns dat little storehouse yit,
de one I worked wid Mis' Hannah Whitaker, en from dat I
bought me a nudder home.</p>
<p>"When de Yankees come to Raleigh dere wuz a building
dey called de Governor's Palace, it stood whur de Auditorium
now stands. Right back o' where de courthouse now stands
wuz a jail and a gallows an' a whuppin' pos' all dere together.
I know when dey built de Penitentiary dey hauled poles from
Johnston County. Dey called dem Johnston County poles. Dey
hauled em in on trains. Dis post office wuz not built den.
De post office den wuz built of plank set up an' down.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"I remember seeing a man hung down at de jail. His
name wuz Mills. He wuz a white man. When he got on de
scaffold he said, 'What you gwine to do to me do it quick
and be done wid it'.</p>
<p>"I think Abraham Lincoln done the colored man a heap
of good. If it hadn't been for Mr. Roosevelt there are
many livin' today who would have parished to death. There are
plenty of people walkin' about now who would have been dead
if Mr. Roosevelt had not helped them. The only chance I had
to hold my home wuz a chance given me through him. At my
age, I cannot make much at work, but through things he helped
me, and I is holding my own."</p>
<p>B.N.</p>
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