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Aug. 14th Con

I have been married to Blanche two years near, and she is the most patient woman I ever lived with. — This day 60 years ago, the writer was a little slave boy living on Bermuda street in Norfolk with my dear mother and wicked stepfather. he was a hackman, and my mother was a laundress. — It was from there a year or two later, that old man C.A. Grice, and his wife, came and arbitrarily carried me back to Portsmouth, and put me at work in the garden, planting Irish Potatoes. and it no more living with Mammie for me. I learned then that I was indeed a slave. All of them are gone from earth. Mammie to heaven I believe, since then, of course. — Fifty eight years ago my brother John and me walked down to the ferry landing in Norfolk, and he got into a boat, and boarded a vessel lying in the stream, loaded for Boston, and made good his escape. I never seen him again for a eleven years. That was what termed the U.G.R.R. The Yellow fever was so serious. White people had no time to look after runaway Negroes, but after the dying whites.

Lilies are whitest in a black man’s hand

FriTUESDAY, AUGUST 15

“And Jesus went about all Galilee” The weather is clear and cooler. — Our rest was good last night, and we are well, my beloved. — At the office as usual — It looks dark from a material point of view, but I am not disheartened in the least — H.N.B. Ellenor, died. — O.B. out early. pastor on vacation.

Only fool and fiddlers sing at their meat

SaturWEDNESDAY, AUGUST 16

“Blessed are the merciful.” — Clear and pleasant. — Slept good last night. — B. “BW” and u.w. me are well. — I am at the office — Last night one of my grand nieces — India — “Cush,” celebrated her 16th birth day, and they sent “savory

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