“…each time I leaned out the window trying to catch the chorus of spirituals rising from the people working in the cotton fields.
‘Go down, Moses, way down in Egypt 's land. Tell Pharaoh to let my people go…'
I strained to listen. Rich voices, acappella sweet tunes. Lyric after lyric telling stories through hymns.
Beside me, the man who sat down more than twenty minutes ago, turned in his seat and began humming the melody of the fields…”