|B. W. Davis||March 6, 1938|
I was born in Dunbar, West Virginia, in the year 1847, and was owned by Ellis Grant, cousin to the great Grant that was the northern General. I was given in marriage to a slave boy that Maser raised. My mother's name was Ella Grant. I do not know who my father was as I was a stray colt and never was told who he was. I had only one sister that I ever knew of, her name was Sally. When the war was over we came to Texas and I never did hear from my mother any more. I don't know if she had any more children or not.
Our homelife as slave children was hell, as we never had any playtime at all. From the time we could walk Mistress had us carrying in wood and water and we did not know what it was to get out and romp and play like children do now.
Our quarters was pretty good, they were built out of bark logs and all the cracks were dobed with mud to keep out the cold and rain. Our beds they were built down on the ground in one corner of our quarters out of moss, shucks and grass. Yes we kept real warm in there all the time as we had a big rock fireplace built to keep us warm. We kept plenty wood as that and water was about all we got free.
As slaves we done all kinds of work such as, hoe tobacco, pull and dry it then, we cut rails for fences, and just anything that Maser had to do as it did not make any difference to him, he worked men or women slaves just alike. The women cooked and washed dishes while the men tended to the stock that Maser owned. Maser would give us a nickel