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"Aunt" Mary Ferguson, nee Mary Little, nee Mary Shorter, was born somewhere in Maryland; the exact locality being designated by her simply as "the eastern shore" of that state. She was born the chattel of a planter named Shorter, so her first name, of course, was Mary Shorter.
For many years she has resided with a daughter and a granddaughter, at 1928 Oak Avenue, Columbus, Georgia.
"Aunt" Mary was about thirteen years old when, in 1860, she was sold and brought South. The story of which, as told in her own words is as follows:
"In 1860 I was a happy chile. I had a good ma an a good paw; one older bruther an one older suster, an a little bruther an a baby suster, too. All my fambly wucked in de fields, 'ceptin me an de two little uns, which I stayed at home to mind. (mind - care for).
"It was durin' cotton chopping time dat year (1850), a day I'll never fergit, when de speckulataws bought me. Ma some home from the fiel' 'bout haf atter 'leven dat day an cocked a good dinner, I hopin her. O, I never has forgot dat last dinner wid my fokes! But, some-ow, I had felt, all de mawnin, lak sumpin was gwineter hapin'. I could jos feel it in my bones! An' sho nough, bout de middle of the even', up rid my young Marster on his hoss, an' up driv two strange white mens in a buggy. Dey hitch dere hosses an' cum in do house. which skeered me. Den one o' de strangers said, 'git yo clothers, Mary; we has bought you from Mr. Shorter.' I c'menced cryin' an' beggin' Mr. Shorter to not let 'em take me away. But he say, 'yes. Mary, I has sole yer, an' yer must go wid em.'
"Den dose strange mens, whose names I ain't never knowed, tuk me an' put me in de buggy an' driv off wid me, me hollerin' at de top o' my voice an' callin' my Ma! Den dem speckulataws begin to sing loud - jos to drown out my hollerin'.
"Us passed de very fiel whar paw an' all my fokes was wuckin, an' I calt out as loud as I could an', as long as I could see 'em, "good-bye, Ma!' 'good-bye, Ma!' But she never heared me. "Now, suh, dem white mens was singin' so loud Ma could'n hear me! An' she could'n see me, coze dey had me pushed down out o' sight on de floe o' de buggy.
"I ain't never seed or heared tell o' my Ma an' Paw, on' bruthers, an' susters from dat day to dis.
"My new owners tuck me to Baltymore, what dey had herded tergether two two-hoss wagon loads o' Niggers. All o' us Niggers was don shipped on a beat to Savannah, an' frum dar us was put on de cyars an' sent to Macon.
"In Macon, us was sold out, and Doctor (W.R.) Little, of Talbotton, bought me at oxion (auction) an' tuck me home wid 'im. Don I was known as Mary Little, instid of Mary Shorter."
In the continuation of her narative, "Aunt" Mary said that the Littles trained her to be a nurse. Before the war ended, she was inherited by Mr. Gus (the late Hon W. A.) Little.
She remembers that all the "quality", young white men who went to the war from Talbotton took Negro men-servants (slaves) along with them. These were usually called body-servants, and it was a body-servant's duty to cook, wash, and do general valet service for his master. In a pinch, he was also supposed to raid a hen roost, or otherwise rustle food for his "white fokes".
According to "Aunt" Mary, the Little Negroes were very religious and given to much loud praying and singing, which often so disturbed Dr. Little that he gave orders for them to stop it, and also ordered that all lights in the slave quarters be out at 9 o'clock each night.
"So us tuck to slippin' off to a big gully in de pastur to sing and pray whar de white fokes couldn' hear us.
"My fust baby was bawned in 1832, during de secon' year o' de war. I has had several husbands, my las' un, he died 'bout seventeen years ago.
"I ain't never seed but one hant in my life, an' I didn' know it was a hant 'til Aunt Peggy (an old slave woman) tole me so. Dis hant was in de shops o' a duck, an' it followed me one day frum de big house kitchen ter de hawg pen whar I was gwine ter slop de hawgs. When I got back, I said, 'Aunt Peggy, dar's a strange duck done tuck up wid us!' And she say, 'hush, chile, dat's a hant!' I been seein' 'in fur severrel years! An' dat sholy skeert me!"
When asked if she had ever been whipped when a slave, "Aunt" Mary replied, "Yes, and thank Cod fur it, fur ole Miss taught me to be hones' an' not to steal." She admitted that being whipped for stealing made her an honest woman.
"Aunt" Mary's oldest child is now a man of 74. Her hair is as white as cotton and her eye sight is dim, but she is still mentally alert. She says that colored people are naturally religious and that they learned all their "devilment" from the Whites. She deplores the wickedness into which the world has drifted, but thanks God that slavery ended when it did.
She has never had any particular love for the Yankees, and thinks that they treated the Southern white folks "most scandalously" after the war, yet she feels that she owes them a debt of gratitude for freeing her people. She admits that her awful hatred of slavery was born of her sad experience as a girl when she was so unceremoniously separated from her loved ones, as previously told. She is also of the firm opinion that those "speculataws" who brought her from Maryland to Georgia in 1860 are "brilin in hell fur dey sin" of separating her from her people.
Must Jesus bear the cross alone and all the world go free?
No, there is a cross for every one; there's a cross for me;
This consecrated cross I shall hear til death shall set me free.
And then go home, my crown to wear; there is a crown for me.
Sung for interviewer by:
Mary Ferguson, ex-slave, 1928 Oak Street. Columbus, Georgia. December 18, 1936.
FOLKLORE INTERVIEN"
