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Article: The Hunt.(Poem)
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- TriQuarterly
- Article date:
- June 22, 2005
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Yellow Dog Pete came to greet me
teeth bared, hair standing on end
like he seen the devil
but he just seen the slaves run off
and was trying to warn me
that's all.
I called Black Bob, Issum, Laura
and Florabelle, but hell and damnation,
they were gone,
leaving me two useless babies
and no mammy to nurse 'em.
I knew what had happened,
knew the minute those Seminoles
came to Indian Territory with their slaves.
'Gave them too much freedom if you ask me.
"Now see," I said to Florence,
my Choctaw wife and helpmate,
"now we got to go get 'em."
She didn't say a word
almost like she hadn't heard what I told her,
but she was like that.
Already had her sun hat on,
pants ...