Further E. K. Means: Is This a Title? It Is Not. It Is the Name of a Writer of Negro Stories, Who Has Made Himself So Completely the Writer of Negro Stories That This Third Book, Like the First and Second, Needs No TitleMeans, E. K. (Eldred Kurtz)
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Further E. K. Means: Is This a Title? It Is Not. It Is the Name of a Writer of Negro Stories, Who Has Made Himself So Completely the Writer of Negro Stories That This Third Book, Like the First and Second, Needs No Title
Means, E. K. (Eldred Kurtz)
African Americans -- Fiction; Short stories, American
To the negroes it seemed that the very skies were dropping down upon
them every feathered creature God had ever made. They saw fowls of the
air that they did not know existed under the heavens, and they heard
bird-voices expressing fright which possibly had never been heard by
human beings before.
Somewhere outside of their range of vision the airplane was still
moving, for they could hear the exhaust like a steady purr in the
distance. Everywhere that the machine went it caused the same excitement
among the birds, so that a great multitude of these winged creatures
were in terrified flight.
The terror laid hold upon the animals in the swamp, for there suddenly
rose in a mighty chorus the scream of the panther and the wailing bark
of the wolf and the angry, frightened roar of the bear. All the animals
in the vicinity of the Little Moccasin prairie very naturally ran toward
that open space; if rapid flight was necessary, any land animal could
travel faster where there were no vines or stumps or trees or marshy
places to hinder flight.
A drove of wild hogs, numbering several hundred, traveling with the
speed and noise of an express train, and, like the exhaust of an
automobile, uttering at every jump their frightened exclamation: “Whoof,
whoof, whoof!” swept across that prairie, and every negro flattened
himself upon the ground where he was lying and bawled aloud his
supplication to the Almighty: “Dat He wouldn’t let no wild hawg step on
him!” The drove of hogs passed without damage.
Then three young deer came galloping across the field, leaping over
those prostrated bodies and dancing among the men, women, and children
like so many pet rabbits. Behind them two panthers slung across the open
space, spitting venomously at something they thought they had left in
the woods.
After that something arrived upon the scene which brought every negro to
his feet. Four black bears came out of the woods and lumbered over and
joined the terrified negroes. The black bear of Louisiana is small and
harmless. But to a negro he always looks extremely large and very
ferocious. The other wild animals that had crossed the prairie seemed to
have a destination, and they went on across.
When the black bears came they seemed to have arrived at the place they
were going and appeared to be delighted at finding five or six hundred
black folks at the same place to receive them and protect them. But the
negroes sprang upon their feet with five or six hundred assorted yells
of terror, and were getting ready to scatter out into the woods when a
sound above their heads caused them to look up, and lo! the airplane had
returned and was now three thousand feet above them.
It was the gloriously beautiful hour of sunset. The sky was clear and
the air was still. In a little while the moon, which was even then
visible in the sky, would shine in full effulgence, and would make an
ideal night for the return of the airplane to the aviation field.
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