POLK LORE: POLK TALES (Negro)	~ . Page 4


	“He went to bed. A do~ began running down dein steps; and a black cat run across de room dat turned to white befo‘ it run into de wall. Den a pait o~ white horses corne down de stair... way a rattling chains fer harness. Next a woman dressed in white c‘~come in dat room. Brother Wallace upand lit out dat hause and he never went back no mo‘.

	.	‚t ~riother preacher tried stayin‘ dar. He said he swine to keep his head kivered plum up. Some‘tin unkivered lit and he seed a white goat a grinnin‘ at him. But as he wuz a brave man and trus‘ de Lawd, he lowed, ‘What you want wid me nohow‘?‘ The coat said, ‘what is you dom‘ here. Raise, I knows dat you ain‘t sleep.‘ De preacher say, ‘I wants you to tell me what oie Marse don tuck and hid dat money?‘ Dc goat grin and low, ~ come you don‘ look under your pillar, sometime?‘ Den he run away. De preach-. er hopped up and looked under de pillar, arid dar wuz de money sho niuf. Peers like it wuz de one on de lef‘ end o‘ de back porch, but I jes remembers ‘bout dat.“


SOURCE:	Mrs. LE. Abrarns, Whitmire, S.C.; told her by old “uncle“ “Mad“ Griffin, ~Thitmire, (Col. 62 yrs. ) Interviewer:
Caidwell Sims, Union, S.C. 2/25/37.