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them. She said if a person would believe in God and pray, nothing could harm him. When I saw the " wild horses" I began to pray. I said, "Oh Lord, I need your help, for I am a little boy. Please, good Lord, don't let those wild horses scare my horse. I am too little to hold my horse. He could throw me off and hurt me. Ma told me to talk to you when I was in trouble; that you never fail to help." By the time I had said my prayer, I had passed safely by the horses. I believe to this day that the Lord heard my prayer. From that day on, I have believed that there is a God who watches over all of us.

A BOY GROWS UP BEHIND THE PLOW

Children had to learn to do their share of work when I was growing up on the farm. By the time I was eight years old, Pa gave me a horse and a one-horse breaking plow. I was expected to keep up with the horse and keep the plow on the ground. Our farming tools consisted of one-horse turning plows, a shovel stock, two harrows, and a cotton planter. Pa made the harrows and the planter. He made the planter out of a sixty gallon barrel, and he placed a small plow in front of the barrel to open up a furrow. He fixed a handle on the frame so that he could guide the the planter. There was a heavy board dragging just behind the barrel to cover the seeds after they had fallen into the furrow.

Our horses weighed only seven to eight hundred pounds and were mostly ponies out of Texas.

PROGRESS COMES TO THE FARM

When I was ten years old, a salesman came to the field and told my Dad that he wanted to sell him a plow cultivator. One he could plow two rows at a round with. Pa consented t the demonstration the salesman offered to make. His horses weighed about twelve hundred pounds each. With such powerful horses pulling the cultivator, it took just one round to convince Pa that the cultivator was the thing to buy. He paid thirty dollars for it on a long term credit. Our first team of small horses were exhausted after the first