Identifier: thebrightsidewit00pott (find matches)
Title: "The bright side", with history of my life
Year: 1922 (1920s)
Authors: Potts, Edward L., 1882- (from old catalog)
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Publisher: Louisville, Ky., Pentecostal publishing company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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and cornTo feed our oxen with no horns.7 8 THE BRIGHT SIDE One old ox we had named Red,He would nearly eat off his head;But always when we were haulingI never knew old Red stalling. Another ox we had named Blue,He was tied the long day through;For if loose hed always runAnd old Blue could sure go some. I cannot all their names recall,One, I know we had, named Ball.And old Ben, Buck, Nig and Jess;ril leave the rest for you to guess. We had our geese and ducks and chicks,Always killed one when we were sick.We had horses, hogs and cows.We worked our horses to our plows. Thus the days of childhood passedAll too soon, tis ours at lastNow to work and not to play.Even the oxen went their way. E. L. P. When I was about nine years old I came inpossession of a little dog—a mere puppy,with white and red specks scattered all overhim. I raised him from the time he was verysmall. I called him Sang. He was a fine dogand where I went Sang went, though he sel-dom followed me to school. When I would
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1 roiu Kosaliue, by permission. Among Nature (A Friend) WITH HISTOR YOF MY LIFE 9 get in hearing distance of the house I wouldhollow and Sang would come out to meet me.Then he got the remnant of my noon-daymeal which he enjoyed very much. He wasmy constant companion and we roamed thewoods many times. OUR LITTLE TRAIL. Over the forest we used to roamSang and I, all around home,Over the fences, among the trees,Into the water up to our knees. Down to the river we would go,Up the hills fast or slow.Often a little trail we wentWhen by Mama we were sent. To Grandmas house this little trail ledAnd oer it often did our little feet tread.One thing which happened very rarelyWhen mother did not say, Dont tarry. But if perchance Sang treed a rabbit.As that most surely was his habit,I was sure to waste some timeGetting the rabbit out of the pine. A log lengthwise in this trailAcross wed trot with our little pail.This log made a bridge across the brookIn the quiet, shady little nook. 10 THE BRIGHT

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