Don Saylor’s my name and Bledsoe is my post office. The name of my story is “Boy that Never Seen a Fraid”. My grandmother
told it to me.
This boy one day he decided he’d go out in the world and see if he could see anything to be afraid of. So he started out one
day, and he walked all day. He was tired and hot. That night, he comes and seen a big white house, purty too, up on the side of a
bank.
Well, he hollered and hollered, and said “Hello”. Nobody didn’t answer.
Well, he says, “I’ve got to go up and see if anyone lives up there.” He went up and they wouldn’t nobody in there. He opened
the door and there was a little old bed back in the corner. He said, “I can’t understand why they don’t live here.” “This is an
awful nice house.” “Well,” he said, “Maybe I ought to just go on down the road.”
He went on down, about a half mile. He seen a little hut up on the hill. It was getting dusky dark. He said, “Hello” and this old
man come to the door.
He said
