Coll. by Told by Mrs. Lula Campbell
M.C. Parler Brinkley, Ark.
Nov. 14, 1953
My people were slaves of the Rooks. And one of the Rooks'
sons let one of the slaves use his horse, his fine horse. So
he didn't ask him for the horse this night. He had a way of
going out riding the horse and putting it back in the lot.
But this night he stole the horse out to go to a dance.
And someone came in, late in the night, and said, "Pete, your
horse is dead."
Pete says, "Dead? Dead? You don't mean that Massa's horse
i s dead?" He says, "Friends. Friends! Have I got any friends in
here at all!" He says, "If I have, come out here an' he'p me
git dat ho'se on my shoulder, because dat hoss got to be in
Master's lot in de mo'nin'."
So they helped him get the horse on his shoulder. And he
hurried down the next morning and told him, said, "Massa come
out and look. Yo' hoss is dead in yo' l o t ."
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