A Negro Sergeant Who Claimed He Carried White Ladies’ Hair.
When I went out one day on a work detail I carried out to sell a watch chain made of the hair from a horse’s tail or mane, and showed it to a Negro sergeant, who seemed to greatly admire its artistic beauty and inquired if the man who made it could make one of a lady’s hair—that he wished to have one made from a lock of his sweetheart’s hair that he possessed. I said I did not know; probably it would be too fine—when he answered, “It’s no nigger wool; it’s white lady har; my girl am a white lady.” I answered, I don’t know whether he can work it or not.