Free African-American Barber
Located in the Railroad Car
Good day, good day. Here, let me move this poke of mine so you can sit comfortable.
Train is sure full up. I’m headed for Virginia to take up Army barberin’. Sure thought I’d never go back to the South land ever again. Ran away ’most 10 years ago and never looked back.
I have a nice little barber shop here up North country, but General King says the boys need to get a trim now and then, with the lice and everything, and he promised me all the clippin’ I can do.
War sure changing a lot of things . . . a lot of things. Who’d expect a runaway slave like myself makin’ his way as a free man by clippin’ soldier boys?




