money spent on a Negro's funeral would keep his family for a couple of years.
“A frena ob mine die yesterday,” says Bill; “ dey bury him dis afternoon, and make much funeral.”
“Are you going to see the last of him?”
“No, sir, I am not in his society.”
“What society do you speak of?”
“De buryina society.
Ebery culled person is a member of two or three societies.
He pay much money.
When he die, dey have all big sight.”
In walking through Jackson
's Ward towards the open country, for a peep at the picturesque ravines which surround the city and give it some rough resemblance to Jerusalem, we drop down a slope, leap over a stream, and are beginning to mount a second slope, when we are startled by a sob and moan that might have floated from the Temple
We turn to see the cause.
Above us, on the height, is a cemetery with a few white posts and stones, and near the edge of this grassy slope stand a group of Negro women, sobbing at their utmost voice, while a Negro minister is screaming out texts, and four or five lusty Negroes are brandishing spades and shovelling earth.
Before we reach the plateau,