Laurence Fishburne

Man, the pressure.

I felt the pressure.

You felt the pressure.

To my old master.

a letter, Dayton, Ohio, August 7, 1865, to my old master, Colonel P.H.

Anderson, Big Spring, Tennessee.

Sir, I got your letter and was glad to find that you had not forgotten Jordan and that you wanted me to come back and live with you again, promising to do better for me than anyone else can.

I have often felt

uneasy about you.

I thought the Yankees would have hung you before this for harboring rebs that they found at your house.

I suppose they never heard about your going to Colonel Martin's to kill the Union soldier that was left by his company in their stable.

Although you shot at me twice before I left you, I did not want to hear of your being hurt and am glad that you are still living.

It would do me good to go back to dear old home again and see Miss Mary and Miss Martha, Alan, Esther, Green, and Lee.

Give my love to them all and tell them I hope we will meet in the better world, if not in this.

I would have gone back to see you all when I was working in the Nashville hospital, but one of the neighbors told me that Henry intended to shoot me if he ever got a chance.

I want to know particularly what the good chance is you propose to give me.

I am doing tolerably well here.

I get $25 a month with victuals and clothing, have a comfortable home for Mandy.

The folks call her Mrs. Anderson.

And the children, Millie, Jane, and Grundy, go to school and are learning well.