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While we were still living there, by the river, an epidemic of Yellow Fever broke out in Logtown, five miles from Napoleon and a family of eight came from Logtown to get away from the Yellow Fever so they brought mattresses and bed cloths and stayed with us until the danger of the disease was over.
Mr. House would sit on the bank of the river for hours hoping to catch a drum. Some times he was lucky and when he'd catch one he'd bring it to the house and clean it and his wife would bake it. At a certain time of the year, folks would gather up their cattle, horses and hogs and drive them to the river and put them across, as the cane there was plentiful and the animals would get rolling fat. The days the men would put their animals across the river, I'd go stand on the bank above where they were and watch them. You could hear that bunch of men hollering and hooping for a mile away and when they'd finally get them all into the water, it was fun to watch. The little pigs with their heads on their mothers backs, the little calves & colts did the same way. Then when it was time, they'd go drive them back out. Each man had his own cows, horses and hogs marked (branded) so they know whose was whose. Where sister Emma and Jahue lived, their yard fence was only about one hundred yards from the river, just room for a road to run between the fence and the river. Then there was a hill from the house that ran down to a little ravine and then from that branch up on another hill was a big turpentine still where Jahue and an old negro worked. The old colored fellow was so good and kind. I can still remember how he looked, real large. His name was Uncle Batey, he'd dip flowers & branches of little tiny purple berries in rosin. Rosin is the amber residue left after the distillation of oil of turpentine from crude turpentine; exudation of pine trees, resin; to rub or smear with rosin. Uncle Batey would dip those springs I carried to him into rosin and that would preserve them for as long as you'd want to keep them. The turpentine still was just a short distance from the house so I'd take coffee everyday around ten o'clock to he and Jahue and Uncle Batey would give me a nickel and I'd ask Emma a dozen time I guess, if it was time for me to take their coffee. I was saving those nickels to buy me a dress. We could get enough material, cotton or gingham, for a dollar those days to make two dresses.
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