Screams and shouts where heard all around the Collins cotton plantation. I took off running towards the noise quickly stopping to look up at what had provoked all the ruckus. All there was in sight was a brown wooden carriage driven by a black man. With great strength he made the horse go faster. Stopping in the front door of the Master house. Next to him was a white man who seemed to have an announcement. We all knew who this white flour was.
Details
- Publication Date
- Sep 27, 2011
- Language
- English
- Category
- History
- Copyright
- All Rights Reserved - Standard Copyright License
- Contributors
- By (author): Julieta Figueroa
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