“In sad memory I see a young Confederate soldier struck by a fatal bullet, stagger and fall, and I see a black and shambling figure make his way through a throng of soldiers, wind his loving arms about him, and bear him from the field of carnage, and from the pale lips of that dying friend, I hear a feeble voice bidding me to follow that black hero and protect him, if he ever needed protection, and I was true to my promise.” We who love Southern soil, and cherish Southern tradition, should pause now and then and pay due tribute not only to the worthy living, but to the faithful colored dead “who sleep out under the stars!” TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES: Italicized text is surrounded by underscores: _italics_. Obvious typographical errors have been corrected. Archaic or alternate spelling that may have been in use at the time of publication has been retained. Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized. Pages 73 and 74 were switched in the original. This has been corrected in this eBook. End of Project Gutenberg's Pioneer Colored Christians, by Harriet Parks Miller