"Run fo' de branch--git yo' foots in de worter an' fling 'em off de scent!" He bounded down the hill, that red-eyed nigger, and left us standing there.

But before he reached the crick the whole man-hunt come busting through the woods, the dogs a-straining at their straps.

The men was all on foot, with guns and pistols in their hands.

They seen the nigger, and they all let out a yell, and was after him.

They ketched him at the crick, and took him off along that road that turned off to the left.
I hearn later he was a member of Bishop Warren's congregation, so they hung him right in front of Big Bethel church.
We stood there on top of the hill and saw the chase and capture.