An aged Georgia darky had lost his Mule and went out one Sunday to bury him. Arriving within sight of the body he came upon a group of forty-nine Buzzards. Forty-eight of them flew away. The Forty-ninth, whose feathers were gray with age, or early piety or something, declined to retire. Looking straight at the old darky he spread his wings
they were nine feet from tip to tip
tucked his tail under his body, drew in his chin and proceeded to lope around the dead carcass. The old darkey had been a wonderful dancer in slavery days, and prided himself on knowing every step that anybody else knew. But here was a brand new step he thought, that nobody else knew. It wrenched his soul to see that the ancient buzzard loping there at his case, as he had never seen any creature on earth could lope. He stood aghast. The spade fell from his hand. He spread his arms, bent his body in the middle, stiffened every joint except those at the elbow, wrist, ankle and knee and forgetting both the day and the place, followed the Buzzard around the Mule for four solid hours, keeping step with the bird.
At dusk the Buzzard flapped his wings and went to roost. while the old man loped for home, feeling younger than he had in years. This is the story of the Buzzard Lope steps that captured everybody. Clubs were formed all over the state to learn the Buzzard Lope and for the time being, all unhappiness over the Negro postmasters was forgotten. The Buzzard Lope beggars description. You cannot appreciate it till you see it. It ought to go on stage for the benefit of the whole community.