Yes.
[Laughter] He'd go back after him
before dark. Rat would make him mad about something. Another time, he
had an old colored boy, Walter Smith, worked for him. He was a good
worker but just naturally slow. And he worked in the machine room part
of the time with me, and then part of the time he filled furniture
cushions. And Mr. Bolick come down there one day. I always had him run a
drum sander, sand legs and feet. "Well," I said, "you know Walter. He
works pretty good. You know how slow he is." "I know he's slow, but," he
said, "the durn devil doesn't try sometimes. He won't work. And you tell
him he don't need to come back anymore." I said, "Mr. Bolick, he works
up in that other place the most.
You tell him. Or let
the foreman, let Bill Farland tell him." He was the foreman over that
place. "No," he says, "you tell him." I said, "Mr. Bolick, I ain't going
to do it." He says, You tell him." So that was sometime in the morning.
And about three-thirty, when we got off. A little before then he come
back, and he said, "What are you going to do this evening after work?"
Me and Carol Hawn and Oct Shook—the man that lived right there in this
next house; he's dead now—were building houses around in our spare time
for Mr. Bolick. He said, "Boys, I know old Walter's slow, but he's a
pretty good nigger. You know what I'm going to do? I got some land
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to build old Walter a little house over there and let him live in
it."