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children. They liked the way I sounded. Whenever I say
something, they would say to me, “Say it again; Say it

again.”

There were two homes, known as the top yard and the

bottom yard. I stayed at the top yard but had to go to the

bottom yard to eat and sleep. But in a short time, we
were back on the road again, going to Rose Hill.

I can't remember what our transportation was like. It
could have been a cart pulled by a donkey or a mule;

they called it the milk cart. All I remember is I was

hurting all over. My little Butt was hurting from sitting
on a hard surface for a long time—I mean a long time.

I always equated traveling with pain. I preferred
walking over sitting on those hard seats, being pulled by

a Mule or a donkey, on those rough roads for hours.

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