"Oh, blanket and shoes, I expect; they put up kind o' tents like for 'em to sleep in altogether."
"What food did they find them?"
"Oh, common food; bacon and meal."
"What do they generally give the niggers on the plantations here?"
"A peck of meal and three pound of bacon is what they call 'lowance, in general, I believe. It takes a heap o' meat on a big plantation. I was on one of William R. King's plantations over in Alabamy, where there was about fifty niggers, one Sunday last summer, and I see 'em weighin' outen the meat. Tell you, it took a powerful heap on it. They had an old nigger to weigh it out, and he warn't no ways partickler about the weight. He just took and chopped it off, middlins, in chunks, and he'd throw them into the scales, and if a piece weighed a pound or two over he wouldn't mind it; he never took none back. Ain't niggers all-fired sassy at the North?"
"No, not particularly."
"Ain't they all free, there? I hearn so."
"Yes."
"Well, how do they get along when they's free?"
"I never have seen a great many, to know their circumstances very well. Right about where I live they seem to me to live quite comfortably; more so than the niggers on these big plantations do, I should think."
"Oh, they have a mighty hard time on the big plantations. I'd ruther be dead than to be a nigger on one of these big plantations."
"Why, I thought they were pretty well taken care of on them."
The man and his wife both looked at me as if surprised, and smiled.
