Charlotte Ann Jackson

When i was liveing Whith White People i was tide down hand and foot and they tide me to the Post and Whip me till i Could not stand up and they tide my Close over my head and whip me much as they Want and they took my Brother and sent him to Richmond to stay one year And sent my Aunt my Sister my farther away too and said if he did not go away they would kill him they Said they Was Goin to Put me in Prisens But the light has come the Rebles is Put down and Slarly is dead GoD Bless the Union Forever more and they was Puting

People in tubs and they stead me to Death and i hope Slarly Shall be no more and they said that the yankees had horns and said that the yankees Was Goin to kill us and something told me not to Believe them and something told me not to Be afraid and When they Come heare they Would not let me come out to see them and when i was out in the Street they was stead i would Go away from them and they said I Better stay with them for the yankees would kill me i would Better stay