Father and mother are both dead, and all the other children.

A man killed my brother, and then as soon as he was buried he came and wanted me to go with him.

He was an awful man, and I was afraid, and took my brother's horse and ran away.

I rode all this long way because I was afraid of that man, and I wanted to get to some of my own folks, who would love me, and let me work for them, and let me go to school and learn something.

But I wish now I had stayed out there and died.