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she came to keep house for him when he was sick with malarial
fever in 1914, and had been there ever since, as he had no family
or relatives in this country.

"I tries to take care ob him, cayse he had a stroke six and
a half years ago, and po' fella he did work so hard. Dat wuz de
reason he had dat stroke. Many de days he has wu'ked for four
dollars a week, 'till I went to Mr. Thompson, (Po' man he done
dead and gone), and tole him he ought to he 'shamed to pay Mr.
Mollie only four dollars a week; he can't neber pay fo' his place.

Atter dat Mr. Thompson paid him two dollars a day, and den he managed to pay for dis place. Mr. Mollie railly worked, too. He warn't like mos' people; he worked fum six in de mornin' 'till dark, and if it rained and he had to stop work, he would tell Mr. Thompson, 'no I didn't work all day, so you don't owe me a day's wages'. Why, chile, I has seen him dig up big tree stumps and put dem in sacks and carry dem on his back to the
white folks' house. When he first bought dis place from a nigger man, it didn't hab nothin' on hit, but since I'se been wid him, he's planted dese pecan trees and bofe of dose grape arbors, and dat banana plant, as well as pear and plum and quince trees. Po' man he has wu'ked so hard, an' now all he can do is jes sit, do' he's better dan he used to be, cayse he can put on his clothes now, and hobble in de hall way and set."

By this time we reached the house. We found Mr. Mollie sitting in the hallway in a rocking chair. He is a small, stooped man, with bright blue eyes, short mustache, and hair that although

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