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One　of　aunt　Eliza's　sons　was　named　Newton。　My　father　had　a　mill
and　store　up　in　Lincoln　County；　near　Hustonville。　Newton　used　to　do
the　hauling　for　my　father　with　a　large　wagon　and　six…mule　team。　He
would　often　do　the　buying　for　the　store　and　take　measurements　of
grain；　and　my　father　trusted　him　implicitly。　Once　a　friend　of　my　father
said　to　him；　as　Newton　was　passing　along　the　street　with　his　team：
〃George；　I'll　give　you　seventeen　hundred　dollars　for　that　negro。〃　My
father　said：　〃If　you　would　fill　that　wagon…bed　full　of　gold；　you　could
not　get　him。〃　A　few　weeks　after　that　Newton　died。　I　remember　seeing
my　father　in　the　room　weeping；　and　remember　the　chorus　of　the　song
the　negroes　sang　on　that　occasion：　〃Let　us　sit　down　and　chat　with　the
angels。〃

The　husband　of　aunt　Eliza　was　〃uncle　Josh；〃　a　small　Guinea　negro；　as
black　as　coal　and　very　peculiar。　I　always　stood　in　awe　of　him；　as　all
the　children　did。　I　remember　one　expression　of　his　was：　〃Get　out　of
the　way；　or　I'll　knock　you　into　a　cocked　hat。〃　The　reason　I　had　to
sleep　with　aunt　Eliza；　Betsy；　my　nurse；　was　only　ten　years　older　than
I　was。　Betsy　was　a　girl　given　by　my　grandfather　Campbell　to　my
mother　when　my　father　and　mother　were　married。　My　mother　was
a　widow　when　she　married　my　father。　She　had　married　Will　Caldwell；
a　son　of　Capt。　Caldwell；　who　died　in　Sangamon　County；　Ill。；
he　had　freed　his　negroes　and　moved　there　from　Kentucky。　Will　Caldwell
died　after　three　years；　leaving　my　mother　with　two　children。　Both　of
them　died　at　my　grandfather　Campbell's　in　Mercer　county；　Kentucky；　before
she　married　my　father。

I　was　about　four　years　old　when　my　grandmother　Moore　died。　She
lived　on　a　farm　in　Garrard　County；　about　two　miles　from　my　father。　She
used　to　ride　a　mare　called　〃Kit。〃　Whenever　we　would　see　grandma
coming　up　the　avenue；　the　whole　lot　of　children；　white　and　black；　ran
to　meet　her。　She　always　carried　on　the　horn　of　her　saddle　a　handbag；
then　called　a　〃reticule；〃　and　in　that　she　always　brought　us　some
little　treat；　most　generally　a　cut　off　of　a　loaf　of　sugar；　that　used　to　be
sold　in　the　shape　of　a　long　loaf　of　bread。　We　would　follow　her　down
to　the　stile；　where　she　would　get　off；　and　delight　us　all　by　taking　something
good　to　eat　out　of　the　〃reticule。〃　We　would　tie　old　Kit；　and　then
take　our　turn　in　petting　the　colt。　The　first　grief　I　remember　to　have
had　was　when　I　heard　of　the　death　of　my　grandmother。　I　wanted　to
see　her　so　badly　and　go　to　the　funeral；　and　for　weeks　I　would　go　off
by　myself　and　cry　about　her　death。　I　used　to　love　to　lie　and　sit　on
her　grave　at　the　back　of　the　garden。　Older　people　often　forget　the
sorrows　of　childhood；　but　I　felt　keenly　the　injustice　of　not　being　allowed
to　see　her　dead　face　and　do　to　this　day。

We　left　that　home；　when　I　was　about　five　years　old；　for　a　place
about　two　miles　from　Danville；　Kentucky。　The　house　had　a　flat　roof；　the
first　one　built　in　that　county；　it　had　an　observatory　on　top。　Our　nearest
neighbors　were　Mr。　Banford's　family；　Mr。　Caldwell；　and　Mr。　Spears。
Dr。　Jackson　and　Dr。　Smith　were　both　our　physicians；　and　my　father
used　to　hire　his　physicians　by　the　year。　Dr。　Jackson　was　a　bachelor
and　said　he　was　going　to　wait　for　me；　and　I　believed　him。　I　remember
visiting　Dr。　Smith　in　Danville　and　seeing　a　human　skeleton　for
the　first　time。　I　also　saw　leeches　he　used　in　bleeding。　I　remember　when
one　of　my　little　brothers　was　born；　they　told　me　Dr。　Smith　found　him　in
a　hollow　stump。　After　that　I　spent　hours　out　in　the　woods　looking
in　hollow　stumps　for　babies。

My　mother's　father　was　James　Campbell；　born　in　King　and　Queens
County；　Virginia。　His　parents　were　from　Scotland。　He　was　married
twice。　By　his　first　wife　he　had　two　sons；　William　and　Whitaker。　William
married　and　died　young；　and　I　heard；　left　one　child；　a　daughter。
Uncle　〃Whitt〃　lived　to　be　an　old　man。　The　second　time　my　grandfather
married　a　Miss　Bradshaw。　He　had　four　sons　and　six　daughters。　I
used　to　stay　at　grandma's　with　my　aunt　Sue。　When　my　mother　would
take　long　trips　or　visits；　she　would　send　the　younger　children；　with　my
nurse　Betsy；　over　there　to　stay　until　she　returned。　The　only　thing　I
construe　into　a　cross　word；　that　my　grandfather　ever　spoke　to　me；　was
when　I　was　running　upstairs　and　stumbled　and　he　said：　〃Jump　up；　and
try　it　again；　my　daughter。〃　I　was　so　humiliated　by　the　rebuke　that　I
hid　from　him　for　several　days。　He　was　a　Baptist　deacon　for　years。
When　gentlemen　called　on　my　aunts；　lie　would　go　in　the　parlor　at　10
o'clock　in　the　evening　and　wind　the　big　clock。　He　would　then　ask　the
young　men　if　he　should　have　their　horses　put　up。　This　was　the　signal
to　either　retire　or　leave。　He　never　went　to　bed　until　everyone　else　had
retired。　My　grandfather　lived　in　Mercer　County；　not　far　from　Harrodsburg。
My　grandmother　was　an　invalid　for　years；　and　kept　her　room。
My　aunt　Sue　was　housekeeper。　In　the　dining　room　was　a　large　fireplace。
The　teakettle　was　brought　in　at　breakfast；　water　was　boiled　by
being　set　on　a　〃trivet；〃　over　some　coals　of　fire。

Every　morning　my　grandfather　would　put　in　a　glass　some　sugar；
butter　and　brandy；　then　pour　hot　water　over　it；　and；　while　the　family
were　sitting　around　the　room；　waiting　for　breakfast；　he　would　go　to
each；　and　give　to　those　who　wished；　a　spoonful　of　this　toddy；　saying：
〃Will　you　have　a　taste；　my　daughter；　or　my　son？〃　He　never　gave　but
one　spoonful；　and　then　he　drank　what　was　left　himself。　This　custom
was　never　omitted。　I　remember　the　closet　where　the　barrel　of　spirits
was　kept。　He　used　to　give　it　out　to　the　colored　people　in　a　pint　cup
on　Saturdays。　Persons　have　often　said　to　me：　〃Our　grandfathers　used
it；　and　they　did　not　get　drunk。〃　Truly；　we　are　reaping　what　they　have
strewn。　They　sowed　to　the　wind　and　we　are　reaping　the　whirlwind。

After　breakfast；　the　colored　man；　Patrick；　who　waited　on　my
grandfather；　would　bring　out　a　horse　and　grandfather　would　ride　around
the　place。　He　was　very　fond　of　hunting；　and　always　kept　hounds。　My
father　would　tell　this　joke　on　him。　When　〃Daddy〃　Rice　was　baptising
him　in　Dick's　River　grandpa　said：　〃Hold　on；　Father　Rice；　I　hear　Sounder
barking　on　the　cliffs。〃　Sounder　was　his　favorite　hound。　There　was　a
Mr。　Britt　who　was　a　great　fox　hunter；　who　lived　near　my　grandfather；
and　whose　wife　was　opposed　to　his　hunting。　One　morning　my　grandfather
went　by　Mr。　Britt's　house　winding　his　hunter's　horn。　Mr。　Britt
jumped　for　his　trousers　and　so　did　Mrs。　Britt；　who　got　them　first　and
threw　them　into　the　fire。　Another　time；　quite　a　party　of　ladies　and
gentlemen　had　gathered　at　my　grandfather's　place；　to　go　on　a　fox　hunt。
Grandfather　went　upstairs　hurriedly　to　put　on　his　buckskin　suit。　He
jumped　across　the　banisters　to　facilitate　matters；　lost　his　balance　and
tumbled　down　into　the　hall；　where　the　company　was　waiting。　He　did　not
get　hurt；　it　was　a　great　joke　on　him。　When　he　was　a　young　man
he　learned　carpentering　in　company　with　Buckner　Miller；　who　was　of
the　same　trade。　These　two　young　men　came　to　Kentucky　from　Virginia；
on　horseback；　seeking　their　fortunes。　They　had　many　experiences；
always　endeavoring　to　stop　at　houses　for　the　night　where　there
were　young　ladies。　One　house　where　there　were　quite　a　number　of
girls；　Buckner　Miller　played　off　this　joke　on　my　grandfather。　The
girls　occupied　the　room　below　where　the　men　were　sleeping。　The　men
heard　a　commotion　in　the　girls'　room。　My　grandfather　tipped　softly；
down　and　Buckner　after　him；　to　find　out　what　was　going　on。　They
opened　the　door　sufficiently　to　see　the　girls　in　their　gowns；　circling
around　the　candle；　playing　〃poison。〃　Mr。　Miller；　to　pay　my　grandfather
for　some　pranks　he　had　played　off　on　him；　gave　him　a　push；　and　grandfather
rushed　into　the　middle　of　the　room　in　his　night　clothes。　The
girls　flew　under　the　beds　and　the　men　ran　upstairs　and　climbed　out　at
the　window。

｛illust。　caption　=　MY　FATHER；　GEORGE　MOORE。｝


My　father's　name　was　George　Moore；　and　his　father's　name　was
Martin　Moore。　He　was　of　Irish　descent。　He　had　two　brothers　who
died　when　the　cholera　raged　in　Kentucky；　about　1842。　One　of　them；
William　Moore；　married　a　Miss　Blackburn　of　Versailles；　Ky。　He　had
several　sisters；　some　of　them　died　young。

Mark　Antony；　in　his　memorial　ad