[The proceedings of the Georgia Legislature reported in the Atlanta _New Era_, of November 10, 1869, show that the measure in question was a local bill to revive the polling-places in the militia districts of the county represented by the Hon. Hampton Tumlin, and to regulate elections so that there could be no repeating. This verification of Aunt Minervy Ann’s statement was made long ago after she told the story, and purely out of curiosity. The discussions shed an illuminating light over her narrative, but it is impossible to reproduce them here, even in brief.] “He tol’ me dat, suh, an’ den he le’nt back in de cheer, an’ kinder hummed a chune. An’ me—I stood up dar by de fireplace an’ studied. Right den an’ dar I made up my min’ ter one thing, an’ I ain’t never change it, needer; I made up my min’ dat ef we wuz all gwine ter be free an’ live in de same neighborhoods—dat ef we wuz gwine ter do dat, whatsomever wuz good fer de white folks bleeze ter be good fer de niggers, an’ whatsomever wuz good fer Marse Tumlin an’ Miss Vallie wuz des ez good fer me an’ Hamp. “I ’low, ‘Marse Tumlin, when you gwine up dar whar Hamp at?’ He say, ‘Oh, I dunno; I’m tired er de infernal place,’ desso. Den he look at me right hard. ‘What make you ax?’ sez he. I ’low, ‘’Kaze ef youer gwine right soon, I’m gwine wid you.’ He laugh an’ say, ‘What de dickunce you gwine up dar fer?’ I ’low, ‘I gwine up dar fer ter jine de Legislatur’. I ain’t here tell dat dem what jines hatter be baptize in runnin’ water, an’ ef dey ain’t, den I’ll jine long wid Hamp.’ Marse Tumlin say, ‘You reckin Hamp would be glad fer to see you, Minervy Ann?’ I ’low, ‘He better had be, ef he know what good fer ’im.’ Marse Tumlin say, ‘Ef I wuz you, Minervy Ann, I wouldn’t go up dar spyin’ atter Hamp. He’ll like you none de better fer it. De las’ time I wuz up dar, Hamp wuz havin’ a mighty good time. Ef you know what’s good fer you, Minervy Ann, you won’t go up dar a-doggin’ atter Hamp.’ “Well, suh, right at dat time I had de idee dat Marse Tumlin wuz prankin’ an’ projeckin’; you know how he runs on; but he wa’n’t no mo’ prankin’ dan what I am right now. (Nummine! I’ll git back ter Hamp terreckly.) I laugh an’ say, ‘I ain’t gwine ter dog atter Hamp, Marse Tumlin; I des wanter go up dar an’ see how he gittin’ on, an’ fin’ out how folks does when dey sets up dar in de Legislatur’. An’ ef you’ll put dat ar whatshisname—bill; dat’s right, suh; bill wuz de word—ef you’ll put dat ar bill in yo’ pocket, I’ll see what Hamp kin do wid it.’ Marse Tumlin ’low, ‘’Tain’t no use fer ter see Hamp, Minervy Ann. He done tol’ me he can’t do nothin’. I lef’ de bill wid ’im.’ “I say, ‘Marse Tumlin, you dunner nothin’ ’tall ’bout Hamp. He must er change mighty sence dey ’fo’ yistidy if he erfuse ter do what I tell ’im ter do. Ef dat de case, I’ll go up dar an’ frail ’im out an’ come on back home an’ ten’ ter my work.’