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Book SynopsisOne day, I went to the slave market and watched em barter off po' niggers lak tey was hogs, said George Lycurgas, as recalled by his son, Edward. Whole families sold together, and some was splitmother gone to one marster and father and children gone to others. They'd bring a slave out on the platform and open his mouth, pound his chest, make him harden his muscles so the buyer could see what he was gittin'. The ex-slaves inNo Man's Yoke on My Shouldersspeak of a Florida that no longer exists and can barely be imagined today. Now the fourth most populous state in the country, Florida has more than 100 times the people it did in 1860, just before the Civil War. And it was only 40 years removed from Spanish rule. In the 1930s, the Federal Writers' Project dispatched interviewers to record the recollections of former slaves, many in their 80s or 90s. Only one percent of the 2,000-plus transcripts collected in the Library of Congress told the stories of people who had experience
