|B. E. Davis||October 28, 1937|
I was born in Nevel, Kentucky. I am now 95 years old. My masters name was George Sowell and traded to another man named Elson, then I was sold to Albert Henderson. I was brought to Texas when I'se small. I dunno what fathers name was as I'se a stray found in the woods. My mother's name was Lucendy Oll. I'se never had no brother or sister that I know. I dunno anything about our quarters in Kentucky but here in Texas we had real good quarters. One room for the men slaves built out long logs with bed in one corner fixed with deer hides then corn shucks throwed over that.
I'se did all kinds of farm work, plowed chop cotton, pick cotton, then boss I'se split rails to fence our farm over there in Houston County. No sir, I never earned any money when I was slave, though master would get me candy and things like that. I'se drive him nearly ever where he went. He was a large man and he got drunk lots times and them wild horses would run away with him.
We had plenty to eat. Master kill hog once a month and we cook that, corn bread, no flour bread. They didnt know what flour was them days. Son the first time I ever was at Crockett there wasnt nothing there. I'se remember lots times when General Sam Houston would come and stay all night with master. They were great friends and I'se unsaddled and saddled General Houston's horses lots times. Master he was government man. We cooked our grub in big old flat skillet except when master kill hog or deer then we pile it all in wash pot and cook it come time. Sometime we roast our meat over a great big pile coals.