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Cuesele H. Tiedeman
Charleston, 5. C.
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(Verbatim Conversation)
Approx. 101 words
One freezing morning when Ophelia came to work, having
walked a mile rind a half in a cold biting wind, you might
have expected some complaint from her on account of the
weather. Instead as she eerie in the door, she said:
"I hab a beautiful slumbering sleep ins' night. Datls
when 3-ou trabble (travel) wid God or wid Satan. I trabble
wid God when dnt slumber come on me jest 'bout half way
sleep. Last nicht I walk ant I talk wid de Lord, ant I
nebber see befot how dnt lusic did swell up ant down, high
ant low ant de angel in dem beautiful robe wid de gold
tags hanging 'bout dem. I nebber see seoh a sight. 01 I
know de Lord go hab mercy on me till I eit lore. he aint
gwine left me out. o all is go be like, all white togedder,
all talk tliee. No mot slight, no mot scorn, no mot driving.
0 Jesusi I jest -!nitint to jine in add yo u all up dere ant
let ea boice (voice) botp swell at sweet music I hear."
"On dat shore will I rest.
My weary soul on thy breast,
On thy breast, on thy breast,
dat shorn will I rest.
Source: Jphelia Jomism, Addison Ct, Charleston, S. C.