“I was taken from my mother at the age of five years, carried to Ole Marster’s   house, trained up as house and yard boy. We were living near Old Shongalo,   then one mile west of Vaiden. We lived there until the Harris Academy burned   then moved to what is now called the old Colmery place; Marse Jim, my young   master, was a member of the Vaiden Artillery under Captain Baines.
  “One day when ole Marster was kinder sick, the dogs started barking and just   kept on barking. Ole Miss told me to go see what they were barking at. When I   walked out the door I saw lots of men on horseback. They said, ‘Boy, we want   that horse you have here;’ I said, ‘Taint no horse here ‘cept Marster’s ridin’   horse;’ they said, ‘We want the horse; if you don’t get him we are going to   kill you.’ So I turned Marster’s horse, ‘a big claybank,’ out of the stable.   They cussed and said that the one they were looking for was a big white horse,   the swiftest animal in the country; and they wanted him for their lieutenant.   The horse they were looking for was one that had been run out from Yazoo City.   You see, these men were Yankees. About that time I heard young Marse Jim come   riding the white horse through the woods, he rode up and said, ‘What the —-   are you doing here?’ They said ‘We want that horse you are riding.’ Marse Jim   said, ‘You can’t get him; this horse is mine.’ They said, ‘If you will go with   us up to this little “Hog hole” (meaning Vaiden) and prove he is yours, we   will give you $200.’ About that time Mr. Arl Caldwell from Vaiden rode up and   asked what the trouble was. He said, ‘You can’t do that. Jim is a paroled   soldier.’ This horse belonged to Dr. C. Gadberry, of Lexington. Anyway, they   took the horse but left Marse Jim his saddle.”



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