
My name is Clifford Horner. Im 87 years old. When I was 5 years old I was sold to a white men whose name was Dickson Morse. It took almost three days to get to the south. when we got to the south it was full of beautiful rich houses with nice cut grass and sorrounded with a lot of big, green trees. Later around 6:00 p.m. Dickson Morse gave me a delicious plate of dinner, and then he showed me his room. The room was dark and creepy it was filled with spiderwebs, and with a 6 times 4 window.

The next day was not as good as the day before. My owner Dickson Morse took me to my job. My job was to work on aplantation picking up cotton. I worked for hours and hours on the sun with out stoping. After a while my owner started wiping me , and not giving me nothing to eat. when i turn 12 my owner die of a fever. i was then set free. At first I was so exited because Ithought that I would had a chance to meet my family again. Unfortunately I didn't until I was 18 yeras old. I sometimes consider my self as a lucky men since my life was not as cruel as other's slave lifes.

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