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This
done
,
the
labor
of
the
day
is
not
yet
ended
,
by
any
means
.
Each
one
must
then
attend
to
his
respective
chores
.
One
feeds
the
mules
,
another
the
swine
--
another
cuts
the
wood
,
and
so
forth
;
besides
,
the
packing
is
all
done
by
candle
light
.
Finally
,
at
a
late
hour
,
they
reach
the
quarters
,
sleepy
and
overcome
with
the
long
day
's
toil
.
Then
a
fire
must
be
kindled
in
the
cabin
,
the
corn
ground
in
the
small
hand-mill
,
and
supper
,
and
dinner
for
the
next
day
in
the
field
,
prepared
.
All
that
is
allowed
them
is
corn
and
bacon
,
which
is
given
out
at
the
corncrib
and
smoke-house
every
Sunday
morning
.
Each
one
receives
,
as
his
weekly
,
allowance
,
three
and
a
half
pounds
of
bacon
,
and
corn
enough
to
make
a
peck
of
meal
.
That
is
all
--
no
tea
,
coffee
,
sugar
,
and
with
the
exception
of
a
very
scanty
sprinkling
now
and
then
,
no
salt
.
I
can
say
,
from
a
ten
years
'
residence
with
Master
Epps
,
that
no
slave
of
his
is
ever
likely
to
suffer
from
the
gout
,
superinduced
by
excessive
high
living
.
Master
Epps
'
hogs
were
fed
on
shelled
corn
--
it
was
thrown
out
to
his
"
niggers
"
in
the
ear
.
The
former
,
he
thought
,
would
fatten
faster
by
shelling
,
and
soaking
it
in
the
water
--
the
latter
,
perhaps
,
if
treated
in
the
same
manner
,
might
grow
too
fat
to
labor
.
Master
Epps
was
a
shrewd
calculator
,
and
knew
how
to
manage
his
own
animals
,
drunk
or
sober
.
The
corn
mill
stands
in
the
yard
beneath
a
shelter
.
It
is
like
a
common
coffee
mill
,
the
hopper
holding
about
six
quarts
.
There
was
one
privilege
which
Master
Epps
granted
freely
to
every
slave
he
had
.
They
might
grind
their
corn
nightly
,
in
such
small
quantities
as
their
daily
wants
required
,
or
they
might
grind
the
whole
week
's
allowance
at
one
time
,
on
Sundays
,
just
as
they
preferred
.
A
very
generous
man
was
Master
Epps
!
I
kept
my
corn
in
a
small
wooden
box
,
the
meal
in
a
gourd
;
and
,
by
the
way
,
the
gourd
is
one
of
the
most
convenient
and
necessary
utensils
on
a
plantation
.
Besides
supplying
the
place
of
all
kinds
of
crockery
in
a
slave
cabin
,
it
is
used
for
carrying
water
to
the
fields
.
Another
,
also
,
contains
the
dinner
.
It
dispenses
with
the
necessity
of
pails
,
dippers
,
basins
,
and
such
tin
and
wooden
superfluities
altogether
.
When
the
corn
is
ground
,
and
fire
is
made
,
the
bacon
is
taken
down
from
the
nail
on
which
it
hangs
,
a
slice
cut
off
and
thrown
upon
the
coals
to
broil
.
The
majority
of
slaves
have
no
knife
,
much
less
a
fork
.
They
cut
their
bacon
with
the
axe
at
the
wood-pile
.
The
corn
meal
is
mixed
with
a
little
water
,
placed
in
the
fire
,
and
baked
.
When
it
is
"
done
brown
,
"
the
ashes
are
scraped
off
,
and
being
placed
upon
a
chip
,
which
answers
for
a
table
,
the
tenant
of
the
slave
hut
is
ready
to
sit
down
upon
the
ground
to
supper
.
By
this
time
it
is
usually
midnight
.
The
same
fear
of
punishment
with
which
they
approach
the
gin-house
,
possesses
them
again
on
lying
down
to
get
a
snatch
of
rest
.
It
is
the
fear
of
oversleeping
in
the
morning
.
Such
an
offence
would
certainly
be
attended
with
not
less
than
twenty
lashes
.
With
a
prayer
that
he
may
be
on
his
feet
and
wide
awake
at
the
first
sound
of
the
horn
,
he
sinks
to
his
slumbers
nightly
.
The
softest
couches
in
the
world
are
not
to
be
found
in
the
log
mansion
of
the
slave
.
The
one
whereon
I
reclined
year
after
year
,
was
a
plank
twelve
inches
wide
and
ten
feet
long
.
My
pillow
was
a
stick
of
wood
.
The
bedding
was
a
coarse
blanket
,
and
not
a
rag
or
shred
beside
.
Moss
might
be
used
,
were
it
not
that
it
directly
breeds
a
swarm
of
fleas
.
The
cabin
is
constructed
of
logs
,
without
floor
or
window
.
The
latter
is
altogether
unnecessary
,
the
crevices
between
the
logs
admitting
sufficient
light
.
In
stormy
weather
the
rain
drives
through
them
,
rendering
it
comfortless
and
extremely
disagreeable
.
The
rude
door
hangs
on
great
wooden
hinges
.
In
one
end
is
constructed
an
awkward
fire-place
.
An
hour
before
day
light
the
horn
is
blown
.
Then
the
slaves
arouse
,
prepare
their
breakfast
,
fill
a
gourd
with
water
,
in
another
deposit
their
dinner
of
cold
bacon
and
corn
cake
,
and
hurry
to
the
field
again
.
It
is
an
offence
invariably
followed
by
a
flogging
,
to
be
found
at
the
quarters
after
daybreak
.
Then
the
fears
and
labors
of
another
day
begin
;
and
until
its
close
there
is
no
such
thing
as
rest
.
He
fears
he
will
be
caught
lagging
through
the
day
;
he
fears
to
approach
the
gin-house
with
his
basket-load
of
cotton
at
night
;
he
fears
,
when
he
lies
down
,
that
he
will
oversleep
himself
in
the
morning
.
Such
is
a
true
,
faithful
,
unexaggerated
picture
and
description
of
the
slave
's
daily
life
,
during
the
time
of
cotton-picking
,
on
the
shores
of
Bayou
Bœuf
.
In
the
month
of
January
,
generally
,
the
fourth
and
last
picking
is
completed
.
Then
commences
the
harvesting
of
corn
.
This
is
considered
a
secondary
crop
,
and
receives
far
less
attention
than
the
cotton
.
It
is
planted
,
as
already
mentioned
,
in
February
.
