401 Church St., 77 years old.

"My name is William Scott. I live at 401 Church Street, Raleigh, North

Carolina. I wuz born 1860, March 31st. I wuz free born. My father wuz

William Scott. I wuz named after my father. My mother wuz Cynthia

Scott. She wuz a Scott before she wuz married to my father. She wuz

born free. As far back as I can learn on my mother's side they were

always free.

"My mother and father always told me my grandfather wuz born of a white

woman. My grandfather wuz named Elisha Scott. I have forgot her name.

If I heard her name called I have forgot it. My grandfather on my

mother's side wuz a Waverly. I can't tell you all about dese white

folks, but some of 'em, when they died, left their property to

mulattoes, or half-breed children, and several of them are living in

this community now. I can tell you exactly where they are, and where

they got their property. Some of them are over half white. They were by

a Negro woman who wuz a mulatto and a white man. Dey air so near white

you can't tell them from white folks. This condition has existed as

long ago as I have any recollection, and it still exists, but there

are not as many children according to the relations as used to be.

"Free Negroes were not allowed to go on the plantations much. Now you

see my father wuz a free man. We lived right here in town. My father

wuz a ditcher and slave gitter. One night the man he worked for got up

a crowd and come to whup him and take his money away from him. He had

paid father off that day. Dat night dey come an' got him an'

blindfolded him. He moved the blindfold from over his eyes and run an'

got away from 'em. He never did go back o [TR: no] more to the man he

had been workin' for. I wuz a little boy, but I heard pappy tell it.

Dat wuz tereckly after de surrender. Pappy saw the man he had been

workin' for when he slipped the blindfold off his face, and he knowed

him.

"I wuz a boy when the Yankees came to Raleigh. They came in on the

Fayetteville Road. They stopped and quartered at the edge of the town.

I remember they had a guardhouse to put the Yankees in who disobeyed.

Later on they came in from the east and quartered at the old Soldiers

Home right in there, but not in the buildings. There were no houses

there when the Yankees came. They had some houses there. They built

'em. They stayed there a good while until all the Yankees left. When

the Yankees first came in they camped over near Dix Hill, when they

come into town you hardly knew where they come from. They were jist

like blue birds. They jist covered the face of the earth. They came to

our house and took our sumpin' to eat. Yes sir, they took our sumpin'

to eat from us Negroes. My daddy didn't like deir takin' our rations so

he went to de officer and tole him what his men had done, and the

officers had sumpin' to eat sent over there.

"My mammy cooked some fur de officers too. Dey had a lot of crackers.

Dey called 'em hard tack. The officers brought a lot of 'em over dere.

We lived near the Confederate trenches jist below the Fayetteville

Crossin' on Fayetteville Street. The breastworks were right near our

house.

"I know when the colored men farmed on share craps, dey were given jist

enough to live on, and when a white man worked a mule until he wuz worn

out he would sell him to de colored man. De colored man would sometime

buy 'im a old buggy; den he wuz called rich. People went to church den

on steer carts, that is colored folks, most uv 'em. De only man I

wurked for along den who wud gib me biscuit through de week wuz a man

named June Goodwin. The others would give us biscuit on Sundays, and I

made up my mind den when I got to be a man to eat jist as many biscuits

as I wanted; and I have done jist dat.

"My mammy used to hire me out to de white folks. I worked and made jist

enough to eat and hardly enough clothes to wear to church until I wuz a

man. I worked many a day and had only one herrin' and a piece of bread

for dinner. You know what a herrin' fish is? 'Twon't becase I throwed

my money away, twas cause we didn't git it, nuther to save up. When we

farmed share crap dey took all we made. In de fall we would have to

split cord wood to live through de winter.

"I will tell you now how I got my start off now, I am going to use dis

man's name. I went to work for a man name George Whitaker. I drive a

wagon for him. He 'lowed me all de waste wood for my own use. This wuz

wood dat would not sell good on de market. I hauled it over home. I

worked for him till he died, en his wife lowed me a little side crap. I

made this crap, took de money I got for it, and built a little

storehouse. I disremember how long I worked fer Mis' Hannah Whitaker.

Den I quit work for her and went to work for myself. I owns dat little

storehouse yit, de one I worked wid Mis' Hannah Whitaker, en from dat I

bought me a nudder home.

"When de Yankees come to Raleigh dere wuz a building dey called de

Governor's Palace, it stood whur de Auditorium now stands. Right back

o' where de courthouse now stands wuz a jail and a gallows an' a

whuppin' pos' all dere together. I know when dey built de Penitentiary

dey hauled poles from Johnston County. Dey called dem Johnston County

poles. Dey hauled em in on trains. Dis post office wuz not built den.

De post office den wuz built of plank set up an' down.

"I remember seeing a man hung down at de jail. His name wuz Mills. He

wuz a white man. When he got on de scaffold he said, 'What you gwine to

do to me do it quick and be done wid it'.

"I think Abraham Lincoln done the colored man a heap of good. If it

hadn't been for Mr. Roosevelt there are many livin' today who would

have parished to death. There are plenty of people walkin' about now

who would have been dead if Mr. Roosevelt had not helped them. The only

chance I had to hold my home wuz a chance given me through him. At my

age, I cannot make much at work, but through things he helped me, and I

is holding my own."

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