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Here everything was strange to me, as I had never been in a city before. I did not know any one and it was not long before I was crying to return to Snow Hill. My father gave me to understand then, that Selma was my home now and that I should not be permitted to return to Snow Hill. He said that he was going to put me in school when the New Year came, but when the time came nothing was said about school. He gave us little care and often we were in need of food and clothes.

After spending a few weeks doing nothing, I went out one day to hunt for work and succeeded in getting a job at the compress, where they reduced the size of a bale of cotton by one-half and clipped the tires. My job was to straighten out the bent tires. I got twenty-five cents a day for this. That week I made one dollar and fifty cents. This was the most money I had ever had.

I spent almost all of it for provisions and that night my sister cooked a great supper. Finally, my father said that he would save my wages for me, but if he did he has it still, as I never have seen any that he collected. I had not been in Selma long before I was taken ill. That misfortune changed my whole life. I had no Page 8 medical attendance and suffered greatly. Sometimes I prayed and sometimes I cried.

The news reached Snow Hill that I was sick and not being cared for. As soon as she could, my aunt Rina came to Selma for me and carried me home. On my return to Snow Hill I was sick and emaciated, but few people welcomed me. Many tried to discourage my aunt for bringing me back. They gave me about three months to live. I was glad to be at home again and had the consolation of knowing that should I die I would be buried in the old burying ground. I was unable at the time to do any work on the farm, so I was put to the task of raising chickens. I took personal interest in the little chicks.

I had a name for each one of them. I would follow them around the yard and see them work for their food. When I was weary of this I would go to an old deserted cabin nearby, taking a few old books and the Bible; there unmolested I would spend hours at a time reading the Bible and pondering over the books. One of the books was an old Davies' Practical Arithmetic. Nothing gave me more pleasure than working out new sums for the first time.

I kept up this practice until I had read the New Testament through several times and had worked every problem in the arithmetic. In addition to this I would gather up wood and carry it home for the people to cook with. My aunt and her daughter were very poor and had to work each day for what they could get to eat. It pained me because I could not go out and work for something to eat as I had done in Selma. I never ate Page 9 a full meal although my aunt and her daughter insisted upon my doing so; I felt that I had no right to eat up what they had worked so hard to get, while I was doing nothing that was worth while.

My aunt's daughter had a son who was one month older than I; he was well grown for his age and always was the picture of health. We all lived in a one-room cabin and there were three beds in it, besides it was the kitchen and dining-room as well.

My aunt and her daughter wanted me to sleep at nights with their boy, but he objected, so I would not force myself upon him. I asked them to give me one or two old quilts and I would spread these upon the door of the cabin at night for my bed. I would get up early and roll them up and store them away in some dark corner of the cabin until the next night. I slept in this manner for several years. After I had been at home for several months and my condition did not improve, my aunt went about begging people for nickels and dimes to take me to the local physician.

I think she raised about three dollars in this way and succeeded in getting a doctor to treat me, but he gave my aunt to understand that she had to pay cash for each treatment. I shall never forget one Sunday when a great many of the neighbors came to our home, they began telling my aunt what they would do with me if they were in her place. At the time I was in the back-yard watching the chicks. Some one said that she should send me to the poorhouse, others said that she had done so much for me, it was time that some of my other people should take me and share in the burden, while others Page 10 said that I should be driven away and go wherever I could find shelter.

I was so offended at hearing this that I hobbled down the hill and there under a pine tree, which now stands, I prayed for an hour or more for God to let me die. After this prayer I lay down, folded my arms and closed my eyes, to see if my prayer would be answered. After waiting for awhile I finally decided to get up and I felt better then than I had felt for several months.

I have made many prayers since then, but never since have I prayed to die. None of the solicitations and advices from our good friends could change my aunt's attitude towards me. In fact, she was more determined now than ever to care for me. The next year she rented a little patch and worked it as best she could and that fall she cleared a little money. As the local physician had done me no good, she took me to Dr. George Keyser who lived in the town of Richmond, eight or ten miles away. Geyser had the reputation of being the best physician in that section of the state and people would come for twenty-five and thirty miles around to be treated by him.

But we had also heard that he was a man who would not treat any one without having his money down. As I remember, my aunt paid him five dollars on the first visit and each time after that she would send whatever she could get. I used to borrow a mule from one of the neighbors to ride to see him. Sometimes when my medicine gave out and I had to go without any money, I would pray to God the whole distance that he might soften the doctor's heart so that he would let me have my medicine.

I don't know Page 11 whether my prayers were needed or not, but I do know that the doctor always treated me kindly and finally he told me that I could be treated whenever my medicine gave out, money or no money. He treated me in this way until the early fall of 84 when he told my aunt that I needed an operation and she must try and get me a place to stay nearby so that he could see me daily. After looking around she found on the doctor's place an old fellow-servant, that is, an old lady who belonged to the same man my aunt did in slavery time. Her name was Lucy George; she was near the age of my aunt, and had never been married.

They were indeed glad to meet and she readily consented to take me to her little cabin where she lived alone. The doctor visited his plantation two or three times a week and usually came to see me. He operated on me twice during my stay there. Edwards, was sent to me by his aunt, Rina Rivers, for medical treatment. He had been sick for several months from scrofula and it had affected the bone of his left arm hinneras near the elbow joint, and the heel bone os calcis of his left foot. It was with much difficulty and pain that he walked at all. The boy was kind, courteous and polite to every one, white and colored, and all sympathized with him in his great affliction, and manifested their sympathy in a very substantial way, by sending him many good things to eat.

This enabled me to build up his general health. I had to remove the dead bone necrosed bone from his arm and heel many times. He always stood the operation patiently and manifested so great a desire to get well, I kept him near me a long time and patiently watched his case. After four years' treatment his heel cured up nicely, and he was enabled to walk very well, and the following fall he picked cotton. With prudence, care and close application to cotton picking, he saved money enough to very nearly pay his medical account, and his fare to Booker Washington's School at Tuskegee, Alabama.

The work of this pupil of Booker Washington, - carried on under Page 12 adverse circumstances, - is worthy of emulation. He has, and is now, doing much good work for his race. He has won the confidence and esteem of all the white and colored citizens of this section of the country. He is a remarkable man, a great benefactor to his race, and it affords me great pleasure to testify as to his history and character. Simpson, on whose plantation he lived and who aided him materially, - is one of the Trustees of his Institute.

Richmond, Dallas County, Alabama. For three months after my first operation I could not walk. My aunt would come from Snow Hill once a week to bring my rations and to see how I was getting along. I always cried when she went home. During my first month's stay on the doctor's place, "Aunt Lucy" George with whom I lived, was at home most of the time, but when the cotton season came on, she had to go to the doctor's field, which was a mile away, to pick cotton.

This left me alone for five days in the week. She would also leave me something to eat, and I could crawl about the house and get such other things as I needed. The first few days that I was alone were the most miserable days of my life. I tried to walk, but fainted once or twice at these attempts, so I had to be contented with crawling. Soon, however, I began crawling about the yard. I found several red ants' nests within about twenty or twenty-five yards of the house, and soon made friends of the ants. I would crawl from nest to nest and watch them do their work.

I became so interested in them that I would spend the Page 14 whole day watching and following them about the yard. I would be anxious for the nights to pass that I might return to them the next day. I found that the ants worked by classes. One class would bring out the dirt, another would go out in search of food, another would take away the dead, another would over look those that worked, and still another class, though few in numbers, would come out and look around and then return.

These had much larger heads than the average. Some few, however, with great heads, would come out once or twice a day. I never learned what their business was, as they did not seem to do much of anything. They very seldom went more than a few inches from the nests. I noticed, too, that those that went in search of food and failed to get it, would come back to the nests and stand around and consult with the guards and then would return.

They did this several times. Sometimes they would go away and get into the weeds and rest awhile. However, when they saw others coming, they would start out again. Sometimes, after making several trips without success, I would give them crumbs of bread, and they would hasten away to their nests. They never hesitated when they had food, but would run right in. This was great fun for me, and I spent most of the remainder of my time in this manner. This was during the fall of ' By the first week in December I had recovered sufficiently to be able to walk very well with a stick and could do a little work.

I then returned to Snow Hill with my aunt, and, though I was anxious to return home, I hated very much to leave my little friends. I got home in time to make toy wagons for my Christmas money. I ought not to call it a farm, because it was only a few acres which she rented from one of the tenants on Mr.

Simpson's plantation. The habit of sub-renting was very prevalent on this plantation. A tenant with one mule would rent twenty-five acres, if he had two mules he would rent fifty acres. Now in order to get work done on his farm, he would sub-rent four or five acres, to some one who would do this work for him. It was in this way that my ant could get land to work.

We usually made on these few acres about twenty bushels of corn and sometimes a half a bale or a whole bale of cotton. Having to work for our plowing and to pay the rent of the land, we had but little chance to do much work for ourselves. We very seldom had enough to eat. Some days we would work from the rising of the sun until dark without anything but water. Then my aunt would go out among the neighbors in the evening and borrow a little corn meal or get a little on condition that she would work to pay for it the next day.


While my aunt would go to hunt for the bread I would go out and beg for some milk from some of our friends. I would always add water to my milk to make it go a long way. This bread and half-water-and-milk constituted our supper for many nights. In spite of these hard times I always found time to study my books. Sometimes I borrowed books from the boys and girls who had them. We were too poor to buy oil so I would go to the woods and get a kind of pine that we called light-wood. This would make Page 16 an excellent light and I could study some nights until twelve o'clock.

When the blackberries, peaches, apples and plums were ripe, we fared better, as these grew wild and we could have a plenty of them to eat. As the season came for the corn to mature, we would sometimes make a meal of green corn. When the corn became too hard for us to use in this way, we used to make a grater out of an old piece of tin and would grate the corn and make meal of it in this way until it was hard enough to go to the mill.

When the cotton picking season came on we could pick cotton for the neighbors and in that way could have a plenty to eat. They paid fifty cents a hundred pounds for picking cotton. I sometimes picked two hundred pounds a day, but by picking at night, I occasionally got almost three hundred. We children thought it great fun to go into the swamps at night to pick cotton.

We would go at seven o'clock in the evening and spend the whole night in the cotton fields. When we got sleepy we would lie down in the cotton row with our cotton sacks under our heads. We would sleep a few hours and get up and begin picking again. In the swamps at night the owls and frogs made plenty of music for us.

Such was my life for several years. During all these years the one thing uppermost in my mind was the desire to attend some school, but I could not see how I would ever be able to do so. I had heard much of Talladega College, the school at Normal and the state school at Montgomery, but board at these schools was from seven to eight dollars per month and this had to be paid in cash.

This, of Page 17 course, would keep me out, as I could never see how I could get so much money. It was during the month of August '87 that I first heard of Tuskegee. There was a revival meeting going on at one of the churches at Snow Hill. I was determined to visit this meeting. I did not have suitable clothes, neither did I have any shoes, so my people told me that I would not be able to attend church.

I had not been to church in seven years, and I was very anxious to hear some preaching. Notices were sent out that on a Wednesday night a Presiding Elder would speak. This man had the reputation of being a great preacher. All of our people prepared early, and went to church. When I thought the services had begun, I too went. Though I was far from being well, I did not have much trouble in reaching there. I did not go in, however, but went around to the rear of the church. The building was a large, box-like cottage, and contained many cracks.

One could hear as well on the outside as on the inside. I stood directly behind the pulpit and heard all that the preacher said. At the close of his sermon he spoke of the school at Tuskegee, where, he said, poor boys and girls could go without money and without price, and work for an education. From that night I decided to go to Tuskegee.

Before the meeting closed, I returned home, and when the others got there, I was in my place fast asleep. I wrote Mr. Washington the next day, and he sent me a catalogue immediately. In the fall of '87 I told my aunt that I wanted to go to Tuskegee the next year, and that in addition to her little farm, I wanted to rent an acre of land and work it for that purpose. She encouraged me in this idea and said that she wished so much that she could do something for me that was worth while, but she was poor and could do but little, as she was now well advanced in years.

She said, however, that she would help me to work my patch. About this time I learned that my brother Washington, who had been away for a number of years, was living at Hazen, Alabama, about fifty miles northeast of Snow Hill. He was working in the bridge-gang on a railroad and was making good money. I learned also that my father and sister had died several years before.

Now as there were but two of us, and I was cripple, I thought that I would write my brother and get him to help me go to Tuskegee. So I started out for Hazen and reached there after two days' journey on foot. My brother did not seem to care for me and gave me no encouragement whatever. This was a sore disappointment to me and I did not remain there more than a few days. I returned to Snow Hill very much discouraged, but the warmth with which my old Page 19 aunt greeted and welcomed me back home, helped me much.


Soon we were all busy getting ready to plant our little farms. That year there were four of us still living in the one room log cabin, my aunt, her daughter, her grandson and myself. Each of us had a little farm. About mid-summer when our provisions had given out, my aunt's daughter and her son mortgaged their crops for something to eat, and wanted that we should do the same, but I would not agree to do so.

This, of course, made it hard for me to get anything to eat. My cousin and her son were perfectly willing that their mother and grandmother should share in their provisions, but would see to it that I got none. I did not think hard of them for this, because I felt that I had no right to what they had. I continued to live on water and bread, and sometimes I would get a little milk from the neighbors as I had formerly done.

I asked them, however, if I might have the water in which they boiled their vegetables whenever they had a boiled dinner. We called this water "pot liquor. In fact, I was poorly nourished all the time. About this time someone came through the county selling clocks, on condition that we pay for them later in the fall.

I objected to this but the other members of the family over-ruled my objections and the clock was bought on the condition stated above. When the time came to pay for this clock no one had Page 20 any money, and so I paid what I had saved to prepare myself for Tuskegee. I thought now that I would never get to that school as I had spent most of my money in paying for a worthless clock. However, I picked cotton day and night for almost two weeks, and succeeded in making all the money back which I had spent for the clock.

I was now able to finish paying Dr. Keyser and get a few clothes and start for Tuskegee. For a long time the people in the quarter did not believe that I was going, and many tried to discourage me. Had it not been for my aunt's encouraging words and sincere efforts, I believe that I could not have overcome the efforts of others to keep me from going.

When, however, they all found that I was determined to go, they all became my friends and each would give me a nickel or a dime to help me off. The night before I left for Tuskegee, one of the neighbors told me that while he did not have anything to give me, he had a contract to get a cord of wood to the woodyard for the train by six o'clock the next morning and if I would take his team and haul it, he would give me one dollar for my services. I agreed to do it and at two o'clock the next morning I was at his home hitching up the team to haul the wood.

I had to go about two miles for the wood and there was a very heavy frost that morning. By five o'clock I had hauled the wood and had the team back to my neighbor's home waiting for my dollar. I thought this to be the coldest morning that I had ever experienced up to that time. I then got my few things together and was off for school.

I reached Tuskegee the first day of ' I found Page 21 things there very strange indeed. Hundreds of students were going to and fro. Some were playing football, others were having band practice, and still others were going around doing nothing, as the first day of the New Year was a holiday. I was placed with a crowd of boys from Pensacola, Fla. I learned afterwards that they were the roughest boys in school. They made it very unpleasant for me, so much so that I decided to return home. In going back to the office I met Mr.

Washington for the first time. He wanted to know why I was not satisfied, and after I told him my troubles, he said that he would remedy them. I was deeply impressed with him and from that day to this, I loved him as a father. He changed my room and I found a crowd of very congenial boys. The next ordeal through which I was to pass, was going into the dining-room and using knives and forks, but I avoided all humiliation by simply watching.

I have made it a rule of my life to never be the first to try new things, nor the last to lay old ones aside. After supper, I was worried about sleeping. I had heard the boys talking about night shirts and I knew I had none; in fact, I did not know their purpose. So when time came to retire, one of the boys in my room who had several, gave me one, then I was undecided just whether it was to go over my day shirt or over my undershirt, but I did not want to ask how it should be worn, so I decided to sit up until some one had gone to bed and by watching him I knew I would learn just how to use mine.

In this way I came through all right. The habit of using the tooth-brush was not so hard. I took examination for the B-Middle class. This is the second year normal. Miss Annie C. Hawley of Portland, Maine, who was then a teacher there, gave me the examination.

I made the class in all of the subjects except grammar. Of this subject I knew absolutely nothing. I did not know what a sentence was. I could not tell the subject from the predicate, so I was put back two years into what is called the A-Prep. After my examination I was assigned to my work. I was placed in the tin shop, which was then being placed as one of the industries, under Mr.

Lewis Adams. I was the first student to work in this shop, but it did not take two days to learn that I could never be a tidocsouth. Next I was assigned to the printing office, but here too I found that I could never become a printer; so finally, I was put on the farm and there I remained during my whole stay at Tuskegee. The farm manager at that time, Mr. Green, had charge of the brick-yard, poultry, dairy, landscape gardening, horticulture, as well as the general farm and truck-farm. I worked some in all of these departments and enjoyed my work immensely. I considered the work in the brick-yard as being the hardest of all and that was the only work which I could not do without suffering great pain because of my physical condition.

Still I was willing to endure suffering if by so doing I could obtain an education. I did not go to night school because I was given extra work, such as keeping the clocks on the campus regulated and making fires in the girls' buildings, and Page 23 too, they had a system of electric bells which were used for the passing of classes, and I kept these in order. In this way I worked enough each month to pay my board and stay in day school. Of course, I did not have, or get any money for my work, but I did not worry about that. Miss Maggie Murray afterwards Mrs. Washington kept me well supplied with clothes from the supply of second hand garments which came to the school from northern friends.

The remainder of the time that I was at Tuskegee was spent in practically the same way that I have already described. Many of the students would complain about the food, but the fact that I was getting three regular meals a day was enough for me. And too, I was now sleeping in a bed, something that I seldom had done. When burning bricks they would pay students cash for working at night, and it was by this work that I got a little money now and then. It usually takes from seven to eight days to burn a kiln of brick and sometimes I would work every night until the kiln had been burned.

The one thing that made the deepest impression on me while at Tuskegee was Mr. Washington's Sunday evening talks to the students. He used to tell us that after getting our education we should return to our homes and there help the people. He said that the people were supporting Tuskegee in order that we might be able to help the masses of our people. I could understand every word he said, and too, I felt always that he was talking directly to me.

These talks of Dr. Washington's changed the course of my Page 24 whole life and they are responsible for my being at the Snow Hill School today. It was when I reached the senior class that I came in personal touch with Dr. Washington, as he taught that class in two or three subjects. Here I could study him as I was never able to do before. He had a thorough grasp upon all subjects he taught and would accept nothing but the same from his students. As the time was nearing for my graduation, I was deeply worried about my Commencement suit.

All of the other members of the class were sending home for their suits or for the money with which to get them, but I knew that my aunt was not able to help me, so I was at a loss to know where I should get mine. Finally, I decided to write to Mr. Simpson of Furman, Alabama, the man on whose plantation I was reared, and ask him to loan me fifteen dollars.

I prayed during the entire time it took me to write the letter and when I had sealed it I prayed over it again. In two days' time I had an answer with the fifteen dollars. So all of my troubles and worries were banished and I proceeded to get ready for Commencement. I graduated second, with a class of twenty, on May 17, Our class motto was "Deeds Not Words. All the while I was thinking of what I could do to live up to this new training which I had received at Tuskegee, and above all, how could I make good our class motto: "Deeds Not Words.

When I returned from Tuskegee on the 19th of May, , I found my old aunt, her daughter and her grandson still living in the one-room log cabin in which I had left them four and a half years before. Their condition was much the same as when I left them. My first work was to build another end, a log pen, to the one room cabin; this gave us two rooms, something we never had before.

As it was too late for me to pitch a crop, I worked with them until their crop was clean of weeds and then I went from farm to farm in the neighborhood, helping all the farmers that I could. The only pay I received was three meals a day wherever I worked.

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I usually worked from one to three days on each farm. All the while I was making a close study of the people's condition. I continued working in this way until I was convinced that I had a thorough knowledge of their condition. I then ventured to carry the investigation into other sections of Wilcox County and the adjoining counties.

I visited most of the places in the counties of Monroe, Butler, Dallas and Lowndes. These constitute most of the Black Belt counties of the State. I made the entire journey on foot. It was a bright beautiful morning in July when I Page 27 started from my home, a log cabin. More than two hundred Negroes were in the nearby fields plowing corn, hoeing cotton and singing those beautiful songs often referred to as plantation melodies: "I am going to roll in my Jesus' arms," "O, Freedom," and "Before I'd be a Slave, I'd be carried to my Grave. But I had scarcely gone beyond the limits of the field when I came to a thick undergrowth of pines.

Here we saw old pieces of timber and two posts. I have seen them whipped so badly that they had to be carried away in wagons. Many never did recover. This was once the most aristocratic village of the Southern part of Dallas County. Perhaps no one who owned less than a hundred slaves was able to secure a home within its borders.

Here still are to be seen stately mansions and among the names of the owners are those of Lyde, Lee, Wrumph, Bibb, Youngblood and Reynolds. Many of these mansions have been partly rebuilt and remodeled to Page 28 conform to modern styles of architecture, while others have been deserted and are now fast decaying. Usually the original families have sold out or many have died out. In Carlowville stands the largest white church in Dallas or Wilcox Counties. It has a seating capacity of 1,, excluding the balcony, which during slavery was used exclusively for the Negroes of the families attending.

Our stay in Carlowville was necessarily short, as the evening sun was low and the nearest place for lodging was two miles ahead. Before reaching this place we came to a large one-room log cabin, 30 by 36 feet on the road-side, with a double door and three holes for windows cut in the sides. There was no chimney nor anything to show that the room could be heated in cold weather. This was the Hopewell Baptist Church. Here five hundred members congregated one Sunday in each month and spent the entire day in eating, shouting, and praising God for His goodness toward the children of men.

Here also the three months' school was taught during the winter. A few hundred yards beyond this church brought us to the home of a Deacon Jones. He was living in the house occupied by the overseer of the plantation during slavery. It was customary for Deacon Jones to care for strangers who chanced to come into the community, especially for the preachers and teachers.

So here we found rest. At supper Deacon Jones told of the many preachers he had entertained and their fondness for chicken. After supper I spent some time in trying to find Page 29 out the real condition of the people in this section. Jones told me how for ten years he had been trying to buy some land, and had been kept from it more than once, but that he was still hopeful of getting the right deeds for the land for which he had paid.

He also told of many families who had recently moved into this community. These newcomers had made a good start for the year and had promising crops, but they were compelled to mortgage their growing crops in order to get "advances" for the year. When asked of the schools, he said that there were more than five hundred children of school age in his township, but not more than two hundred of these had attended school the previous winter, and most of these for a period not longer than six weeks.

He also said that the people were very indifferent as to the necessity of schoolhouses and churches. Quite a few who cleared a little money the previous year had spent it all in buying whiskey, in gambling, in buying cheap jewelry, and for other useless articles. After spending two hours in such talk, I retired for the evening. Thus ended the first day of my search for first-hand information. Instead of going farther northward, we turned our course westward for the town of Tilden, which is only eight miles west of Snow Hill.

The road from Carlowville to Tilden is somewhat hilly, but a very pleasant one, and for miles the large oak trees formed an almost perfect arch. On reaching Tilden we learned that there would be a union meeting of two churches that night. I decided that this would give me an opportunity to study the Page 30 religious life of these people for myself. The members of churches number one and number two assembled at their respective places at eight o'clock. The members of church number two had a short praise service and formed a line of procession to march to church number one.

All the women of the congregation had their heads bound in pieces of white cloth, and they sang peculiar songs as they marched. When the members of church number two were within a few hundred yards of the church number one, the singing then alternated, and finally, when the members of church number two came to church number one, they marched around this church three times before entering it.

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After entering the church, six sermons were preached to the two congregations by six different ministers, and at least three of these could not read a word in the Bible. Each minister occupied at least one hour. Their texts were as often taken from Webster's blue-back speller as from the Bible, and sometimes this would be held upside down. It was about two o'clock in the morning when the services were concluded. Here, again, we found no schoolhouses, and the three months' school had been taught in one of the little churches.

The next day we started for Camden, a distance of sixteen miles. This section between Tilden and Camden is perhaps the most fertile section of land in the State of Alabama.

Taking a southwest course from Tilden, I crossed into Wilcox County again, where I saw acres of corn and miles of cotton, all being cultivated by Negroes. Camden is the seat of Wilcox County, and has a population of about three thousand. The most costly buildings of the town were the courthouse and jail, and these occupied the most conspicuous places. Here great crowds of Negroes would gather on Saturdays to spend their earnings of the week for a fine breakfast or dinner on the following Sunday, or for useless trivialities.

Forced to Watch : In Episode 6 after deciding to forcibly marry Battler Erika states her plan to put a mirror in their room and hang Beatrice from a cage on the ceiling so that both Battler and Beatrice will be forced to watch Battler being raped by Erika. Foregone Conclusion : No matter what the characters may try or what magical Power Ups they get in a given arc, they will end up killed anyway.

The point of the series is to understand why everyone is killed. Forensic Drama : Subverted; Erika improvises a mobile crime lab out of Kinzo's alchemical equipment and supplies, but the details and results are discarded in a couple of nondescript sentences. Foreshadowing : This being a murder mystery, there's bound to be loads of them.

And not just relating to the murder mystery. One plot related one, having nothing to do with the mystery aspect, occurs in EP 4 when Battler says that he'll put Beato's name on the Death Sheet in the place of his true love it was part of a gamble where he either had to kill himself, his love, or his family. In EP 6, they marry. Beatrice actually states the story is supposed to follow the Knox rules in EP2, although it comes off as pretty offhand.

The first scene of the novels the airport scene has gems such as "George has absolutely none of these love stories" and "How is Ange-chan? This picture says it the best. Eva: I'd imagine a man with your looks would leave girls crying left and right. I can't believe that you have nothing at all to brag about. Battler: "Wh, what? Y, y, you're joking, right!? Of course nothing weird like that's ever happened to me! In fact, I'd rather it did! Battler: Crap, I wasn't planning on this!

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P-please, hit me right now! Thank you, Jessica. Lamarck Was Right : Descendants of Kinzo almost universally inherit the key elements of his 'magic', pure blind determination and an idiot's understanding of chance and probability. This clan of human lemmings would be marked for mass extinction in the real world, and indeed are, in the world of Umineko. This goes even further. Apparently, Kinzo and thus, Battler are not only untalented in magic, but have a supernatural resistance to it. Language of Truth : Anything spoken in red text is true.

If it isn't true, it can't be spoken in red text and may be subject to Unreliable Narration. And if you actually try to state an untruth in red text, you will come to physical harm. For whatever reason, this doesn't stop people from throwing around red statements frivolously Beatrice cackles on two separate occasions in red, and a few characters deliver death threats in red, as if there were doubt about it or something. The manga elaborates by precising there are 2 kinds of red truths: those who apply specifically on each separate gameboard for the circumstances of the deaths, alibis and such , and those who apply to every game and to the world outside the catbox such as the number of people on the island.

Purple text in Episode 8. Like red text, it's always true, unless the person speaking it has committed murder, in which case it may be false. Large Ham : A special one goes out to Jimang, the guy who sang the show's ending theme. In-story, there's Beatrice, Erika and Kinzo. Laser Blade : Kanon's and the Stakes' swords are very elaborate magical versions. Last Kiss : Beatrice kissing Battler before jumping from the boat with the 10kg ingot in the magic ending.

He starts, but is cut off by Beatrice killing him—but in reality, it was Shannon herself who cuts him off by killing him. Last Stand : EP8. Ange-Beatrice crashes the afterparty, summons Eva-Beatrice, who in turn summons an infinite horde of goats that begin devouring the game board, forcing the fantasy characters to fight for their lives until the Golden Land opens up. Law of Inverse Fertility : Partially fed into issues between Natsuhi unable to conceive for 12 years and Eva who gives birth earlier and thinks her son should be the heir. Leaning on the Fourth Wall : The first tea party has the characters musing about how surprised they were about the "fact" that the story's a fantasy, rather than a mystery.

Battler: "Hey, everyone, good job finishing 'Umineko no Naku Koro ni'! Man, I still didn't have a clue what was going on when the story ended! Was that basically the ' bad ending ,' where time runs out before the culprit can be exposed? Definitely a bad ending. Beatrice's letter, which Maria-chan read on the first day, did tell us in advance to solve the riddle of the epitaph.

We were all so busy trying to protect ourselves and look for the culprit that we didn't even take a shot at it. That's right. If we had actually tried to solve the riddle, I'm sure things would have ended differently. Ronove [ about Battler in Chiru ]: It seems the tale of the next head will be worth writing down as well. In fact, it is already being written. It's already a very, very long tale.

Cornelia : Let it be known that this fight has no point The Rashomon : Suspend any expectation that a Third Person Omniscient camera will show the objective truth, or even the characters' honest perspectives. Events and conversations may contain truth, even if they never happened.

Rays from Heaven : This visual novel does this at the end of Ep 7 after Will solving all of Beatrice's games and riddles, letting Beatrice, in the form of Claire, die in peace. Lion also learns how lucky they should be in not having become Sayo Yasuda. The sunlight is even described as looking as a staircase to heaven. Like an ultimate Mind Screw from the author.

Real Place Background : Like in Higurashi , the original sound novels mostly use photos as backgrounds. In Beatrice's case, though, it's subverted. Even back in EP1, Battler mentions reading Higurashi. Red Herring : One that can be suspected as early as Episode 2 if you pay close attention. Not only are the "epitaph murders" not part of any revival ceremony, the one who supposedly begun said ceremony is long dead.

Retcon : An integral part of the plot. If I mention quantum post-selection paradoxes, would you understand? Erika: "I really love you. Thank you. The enjoyment comes from sorting and thinking to reach the truth, and not demanding it. Battler : When she comes back again, I'm going to tell her "You're such a tsundora. Umbrella of Togetherness : George and Shannon do this in the first arc when the typhoon hits. Understatement : Episode 22's title in the anime, "Problem Child".

In regards to Maria. For some context, that's the one where she kills her mother over and over and over. Hard not to cheer for her though, considering that Rosa is not exactly the best mom either. Unexpected Successor : Kinzo, actually. The Ushiromiya family used to be very powerful, and Kinzo was a member of "a branch of the branch family". Then, an earthquake took out just about everything, and it was up to Kinzo to restore the family to its former glory. But not exactly, as the elders of the family were still alive and intended to use Kinzo as a figurehead, and he even knew that they were going to make a puppet out of him.

Somewhere along the lines, he decided to take matters into his own hands, presumably with the help of Beatrice Castiglioni. Unexplained Recovery : What happens when a new game begins after the last, in which Everybody Dies. Or at least a majority of the cast. Unreliable Narrator : A key part of the plot. It's explicitly stated that anything not in red text is liable to be false. Thank you for your grace. To My Valentine. Lulu Cooks Spaghetti! A Picturebook Cookbook I Love You! Morgan Rescues… A Rabbit! Book Two. The Ultimate Self-Esteem Guide for puffins. A hilarious picture book for all ages!

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