He was sitting on some hay chewing a piece of grss. No one was in there but this big black slave I had never seen before, But he looked oddly familiar.
I pulled the big door sideways and walked in. I stepped outside and walked to the barn. But I thought I'd go out to the barn and see what's going on. I just thought whatever my father told me to. I had never thought much of blacks, nor had I ever talked to one. I glanced to the left and saw the slaves working on the field. I was sitting by the window watching my parents riding in the buggy into town.
