I
heayd 'bout slaves been whipped but I tink de wuz whipped mostly cause
de Marsters _could_ whip 'em."
"Nancy do you know any ghost stories, or did you ever see a ghost?"
"No, Ma'am, I ain't never see a ghos' but I heayd de drum!"
"What drum did you hear--war drums?"
"No, ma'am de drum de little man beats down by Rock Crick. Some say he
is a little man whut wears a cap and goes down the crick beating a drum
befo' a war. He wuz a Revolushun drummer, and cum back to beat the drum
befo' de war. But some say you can hear de drum 'most any spring now. Go
down to the Crick and keep quiet and you hear Brrr, Brrr, Bum hum,
louder and louder and den it goes away. Some say dey hav' seen de little
man, but I never seen him, but I heayd de drum, 'fo de war, and ater dat
too. There was a white man kilt hisself near our place. He uster play a
fiddle, and some time he come back an play. I has heayd him play his
fiddle, but I ain't seen him. Some fokes say dey is seen him in the wood
playin' and walkin' 'bout."
"Nancy I am glad you are better than you were the last time I came to
see you."
"Yes, Ma'am, I is up now. I prayed to God and tell Him my trouble and he
helped me get about again.
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