Two boys, one, a gaunt, long-legged, barefooted colored lad, mounted on a lean mule, and the other a white lad, knees in and bestriding a fat, puffing, sway-backed mare, came dashing down a country road in Virginia. “Bit?” muttered the other rider, noticing the mule’s rope halter and smiling. “I reckon Amos wants a race.”…
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