Manuscripts/Mixed Material [J. P. Scofield]
“Little old Log Cabin in the Lane.”
I'm getting old and feeble and I cannot work no more.
I've layed the rust bladed hoe to rest.
and ol’ massie and ol’ missun, are dead and sleeping side by side
and their spirits now are rolling with the blast’
The happy days to me were long years ago
When the darkies used to gather around the door
They used to dance at night, and I played the old Banjo
But alas, I cannot play them anymore.
The chimmey's falling down, the sides are caving in.
The roof lets in the sunshine and the rain
And the only friend thats left me
Is this good old dog of mine,
In the little old log cabin in the lane.
In the early day there was some awful times that people don't realize now how bad they were. Early civil war soldiers many times had to drink stagnut water from pools after pushing the scum off. We never had indians come to our house.
The rattlesnakes, polecats, wolves were very thick.
How we made soap.
We used a barrel filled with ashes. The barrel set on a flat rock. A little ditch was out around the barrel and a trough ran out of the edge of the rock. Water was poured on the ashes which formed a lye which came out on the trough. We would save all scrap of fat meat, meat rinses