I remember there was a colored church in the woods down by the river. If you passed by on the road that takes you over Sandy Island Bridge into Delaware, you could hear them singing on the Sabbath. That was back in the ’70s.
They said, Rev. Noah C.W. Cannon is a dangerous man.
He preached at Denton on Sunday. And would preach at my father’s out in the country that week. He was admired by all who heard him.
But that night came the constable with other men from town and arrested him for the murder of women and children. Rev. Cannon told the Justice, Look at me. I am not that mulatto. (For he was a very dark man.) And the Justice released him. But he did not sleep well that night, thinking
it was time to get out of that place.Continue reading Do you still see white horses over in those dark woods?→
His color was black. His features were strong. His voice was commanding, deep. His white friends in Denton
always came out
to hear him preach. Like-wise Generals, Governors, and Presidents. Born on the Tuckahoe, 1821
(before Fred Bailey
across the river
escaped), Bishop Wayman died last week.