"Massa Shepherd and Miss Georgiana was both mighty kin’ hearted an’ treated their servants good. Once when Marse Shepherd sent us chilluns down to de station wid a note, he say, ’Now, go fas’.’ But we played 'long the way an’ picked flowers. When we come steppin’ back, he say, ’I told you to hurry.’ I held out de flowers an’ say, ’See, us brung you some flowers;’ but he take up a little switch an’ nettle my legs good.
"Massa always give us plenty of eve’thing. On Friday us worked an’ washed, an’ on Sattidy us cleaned for Sunday. Den on Sunday Massa would go ’roun’ an’ have a mouthful at every house to see dat eve’thing was done up jes’ right, an’ if they wasn’t, somebody got a whuppin’ next day.
"When us went to church on Sunday, Massa Shepherd, Miss Georgiana an’ us three chilluns rode in de rock-a-way. Dat was a carriage shaped mos’ like a bowl. De carriage was pulled by two big horses, an’ de coachman what sat up on de high seat had on a long double-breasted coat, shiny black boots an’ a tall silk hat. Massa had on a silk hat, too, but he wore a tight-waisted coat. An’ Miss Georgiana, she look lak a bokay.
[Illustration: _Emma L. Howard, Montgomery, Alabama_]
"She didn’t lak to wear hoops, because she had sprained her ankle once an’ walked wid a limp. She liked to wear thin, cool, flowery dresses wid lots of ruffles an’ lace. She also wore a scoop of white straw, mighty sof’ over de years’ an’ flarin’ high an’ spreadin’ over de face. It was filled wid flowers an’ tied wid long streamers of ribbon."
Emma said that Mr. Shepherd died during the second year of the war, and that it was whispered he was poisoned because he was so good to his niggers. "Just before the war closed," she said, "Mrs. Shepherd married again and later moved to Texas.
"I was took on as a cook by a rich family named Marchiel, in Montgomery," she said. "Dey treated me lak I was deir own daughter. I was ’lowed to go out three nights a week, but no more, an’ I had to be home by ’leven o’clock.
"I got engaged to be married an’ de boy had to ax for me. I ’member dat Massa Marchiel say: ’If you don’t take good care of her I’ll take her back.’ When de younges’ daughter married she lef’ me her veil an’ wreath, an’ dey give me a weddin’ dress an’ shoes.