Joe Davis

I went to school at this log school house. A white woman was my teacher, I do not remember her name. My father had to pay her one dollar a month for me. Us kids that went to school did not have desks, we used slates and set on the hued down logs for seats.

Study the best and highest things that are; but of yourself humble thoughts retain.

One thing I learned about riding is to look for trouble before it happens.