This cellar was on a level with a large kitchen where we played blind man's buff and other games when the day's work was done.

These two rooms are the center of many of the merriest memories of my childhood days.
I can recall three colored men, Abraham, Peter, and Jacob, who acted as menservants in our youth.

In turn they would sometimes play on the banjo for us to dance, taking real enjoyment in our games.

They are all at rest now with "Old Uncle Ned in the place where the good niggers go." Our nurses, Lockey Danford, Polly Bell, Mary Dunn, and Cornelia Nickeloy--peace to their ashes--were the only shadows on the gayety of these winter evenings; for their chief delight was to hurry us off to bed, that they might receive their beaux or make short calls in the neighborhood.

My memory of them is mingled with no sentiment of gratitude or affection.