Comparison of Spider Populations of Ground Stratum in Arkansas Pasture and Adjacent Cultivated Field

Of 64 species of spiders taken from the ground stratum of an Arkansas pasture and adjoining cotton field, only 26 were common to both. Twenty-two were collected only in the cotton field; 16, only in the pasture. Many of the 18 species of lycosids were taken in greater numbers in the cultivated field, especially Pardosa milvina and Lycosa helluo. Eight species of lycosids were found only in the cotton field; two, only in the pasture. Only Schizocosa avida, of the better represented lycosids, appeared to show no preference. Similar relationships are given for dictynids, erigonids, linyphiids, oxyopids, gnaphosids, clubionids, thomisids, and salticids

Young folks, young folks, come pay attention,

voiceCollected by Mrs. Laura Willie For Mary C. Parler Transcribed by Frances Majors Sung by Mrs. Maxine Hite Prairie Grove, Arkansas January 9, 1959 Reel 264, Item 20 The Silver Dagger Young folks, young folks, come pay attention, To these few lines I'm going to write. They are as true as ever written, Concerning a fair and beautiful maid. A handsome young man courted this fair maiden. He loved her as he loved his life. He ofttimes told her of their happiness? When she'd be his lawfully wedded wife. But when his parents came to know this, They strove to part them day and night; Saying, Son, oh son, why be so foolish? She is too poor to become your wife. When this young lady came to know this, She soon resolved what she would do. She wandered forth and left the village, No more its pleasant groves to view. She took with her a silver dagger And plunged it through her own true breast. First she reeled, and then she staggered, Saying, Love, oh love, I'm going to rest. Young William down by the roadside wandered; He thought he heard his true love's voice. He ran, he ran, like one distracted, Saying, Love, oh love, I fear you're lost. Her coal black eyes like diamonds opened, Saying, Love, oh love, you've came too late. Prepare to meet me on Mount Zion, Where all our joys shall be complete. He then picked up her bleeding body, And rolled her over in his arms, Saying, Neither love nor gold can save her; Now she must die with all her charms. He then picked up the bloody weapon, And plunged it through his own true heart, Saying, Let this be a woeful warning That lovers true should never part.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation

Gypsy Davy came along, And sang so strange and sweetly,

voiceSung by Mrs. Maxine Hite Prairie Grove, Arkansas April 17, 1959 Reel 317, Item 6 The Gypsy Davy "This is my mother’s version. She says it has also been called 'Davy Gillatly’." Gypsy Davy came along, And sang so strange and sweetly, That he made the greenwoods ring And charmed the heart of a lady, And charmed the heart of a lady. Come, go with me, my pretty little miss, Come, go with me, my honey, Come, go with me, my pretty little miss, And you shall not want for money, And you shall not want for money. The lord, on coming home that night, Inquiring for his lady, And all that he could hear them say, She’s gone with the Gypsy Davy, She's gone with the Gypsy boy. Go saddle up my milk-white steed, For the bay is not so speedy, I'll ride all night and I'll ride all day For to overtake my lady, For to overtake my lady. He rode all night and he rode all day, Till he came to the river muddy, And the tears came rolling down his cheeks, For there he spied his lady, For there he spied his lady. Go pull off your low-cut shoes, All made of Spanish leather, And put on your high-top boots And we'll walk and talk together, And we'll walk and talk together. Collected by Mary Celestia Parler (Cont'd)The Gypsy Davy Reel 317, Item 6 Continued Would you forsake your house and lands? Would you forsake your baby? Would you forsake the one you love To go with the Gypsy Davy, To go with the Gypsy boy? Oh, I would forsake my house and land, I would forsake my baby, I would forsake the one that I love To go with the Gypsy Davy, To go with the Gypsy boy. Last night you slept on a warm feather bed Beside me and my baby; Tonight you'll sleep on the cold, cold ground In the arms of the Gypsy Davy, In the arms of the Gypsy boy. I'd rather have one kiss from the Gypsy's lips Than all your land and money; . . . (Mrs. Hite did not know these two lines.) Go take off those high-top boots, All made of Spanish leather, And let me hold your lily-white hand, And we'll bid farewell forever, And we'll bid farewell forever.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation

I fell in love with a Knoxville girl,

voiceCollected by Mrs. Laura Willie For Mary C. Parler Transcribed by Frances Majors Sung by Mrs. Maxine Hite Prairie Grove, Arkansas January 9, 1959 Reel 264, Item 23 The Knoxville Girl I fell in love with a Knoxville girl, With a black and roguish eye; I promised that I'd marry her, Some night with me she'd fly. I went into her mother's room At twelve o'clock that night, But little did her mother think I held her in despite. I asked her to walk with me And view the light of day; And there we'd walk and friendly talk About our wedding day. So along we walked,hand in hand, Till we came to Knoxville town; I drew my knife from out my belt And struck that fair one down. She fell onto her bended knees, For mercy, she did cry; For heaven's sake, don't murder me; I'm not prepared to die. I picked her up in my arms so cold And kissed both cheeks and chin; And as a rolling tide came by I gently tossed her in. See how she sinks, see how she dies, In the dark and rolling tide; Instead of being there tonight She should have been my bride. Then I returned to my master's room At two o'clock that night; My master rose and let me in By the lighting of the light. The Knoxville Girl (Cont'd) Reel 264, Item 23 (Cont'd) My master cross-questioned me, What stained my hands and clothes. The answer that I gave to him Was bleeding at the nose. Next morning I was taken down And bound in irons cold; Her sister swore my life away, Which grieves I could not hold. Come all you bold and reckless boys, And do the girls no harm; For if you do, you'll surely rue The day that you were born.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation

A landsman and a seaman, too,

voiceCollected by Mrs. Laura Willie For Mary C. Parler Transcribed by Frances Majors Sung by Mrs. Maxine Hite Prairie Grove, Arkansas January 9, 1959 Reel 264, Item 21 The Wonderful Crocodile A landsman and a seaman, too, Well to tell you the truth I'm bound; For the trip I took to the North Peru And the wonders there that I found. Shipwrecked was I in North Peru And cast upon the shore; When I resolved to raise a crew Some country to explore. Well, I hadn't gone a mile or so Bight down by the side of the ocean, Till I spied something moving about; I thought 'twas the world in motion. In stealing up by the side of it I behold a crocodile. From the tip of his mouth to the tip of his tail Must have been five hundred mile. He was none of your common race. And I d u m b up a sycamore tree For to look him square in the face. The lofty limb being very high Up come a gale from the south; And my hold slipped and down I fell Right into that crocodile's mouth. He quickly closed his jaws on me, Resolved not to lose his victim. But I ran down his throat, you see, And that's the way that I tricked him. Well, I hadn't gone but a mile or two And how do I know but more? When I found wine casks And plenty of food in store. The Wonderful Crocodile (Cont'd) Reel 264, Item 21 (Cont'd) True life, I vanquished all my trials I lived there fifteen years or more, Being very well contented. This crocodile being very old, At last one day he died. He was fourteen years catching cold, He was so deep and wide. I was fourteen days . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .to get out. Now I am safe on land again, Resolved no more to roam; The very first ship comes a-sailing my way, I'm board now, I'm home, on If any of you my story doubt, If ever you cross the isles, Right where I tell, you'll find the shell Of that wonderful crocodile.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation

'Twas on one summer's evening,

voiceCollected by Mrs. Laura Willie For Mary C. Parler Transcribed by Frances Majors Sung by Mrs. Maxine Hite Prairie Grove , Arkansas January 9, 1959 Reel 264, Item 19 The Jealous Lover 'Twas on one summer's evening, When the grass was wet with dew, When to a lonely cottage A jealous lover drew. Said he to fair Ellen, In a kind and loving way, Let's go walk and talk together About our wedding day. Oh, Edward, I am weary, And I do not like to roam. My footsteps have grown weary; Oh, Edward, take me home. You are a cruel villain, Don't draw that knife on me; You know not half the danger That act impels on thee. He heeded not her warning; He cared not for her life. But in her snow white bosom He plunged that fatal knife. Oh, Edward, I forgive thee With my last dying breath. I never have deceived thee, And she closed her eyes in death. Down by the flowing river, Where the darkling willows wave, Where the leafy branches quiver, There lies fair Ellen's grave. Each morn a lonely stranger Comes and lingers many hours. It is fair Ellen's lover, And he strews her grave with flowers.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation

Where're you going,my little lad?

voiceColl. by Max Hunter Mrs. Maxine Hite Dubbed by M.C. Parler Prairie Grove, Ark Nov. 1959 Reel 347, Item 9 The Nightman (I have already recorded this song. It may he found on on Reel , but here Mrs. Hite has more at the beginning of the song, so I'll transcribe it again. MCP) Where're you going,my little lad? Said the nightman as he rode. I am going to my school, Said the boy and still he stood, Said the boy and still he stood. (In all subsequebt verses, lines 2, 4, qnd 5 are as in stanza 1.) What is it that you have there? 'Tis my dinner and my books. Whose fine cattle are those behind/ 'Tis my father's cattle and mine. Which of them do you call yours? Those that wear their tails behind. Whose fine castle is that behind? 'Tis my father's castle and mine. I wish it were in a flame of fire. Yes, and you in the middle|of it. Whose fine river is that behind? 'Tis my father's river and mine. I wish you were in the middle of it. Yes, and a good boat under me.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation

Talk: A Riddle

Collected by Mary Celestia Parler Told by Mrs. Maxine Hite Prairie Grove, Arkansas April 17, 1959 Reel 317, Item 7 A Riddle "This is a riddle that my mother used to say when we were childrens "This man was supposed to have been on trial for his life, if they didn’t guess his riddle, why, he could go free. So this riddle was "'A horn ate a horn up a high oak tree. Guess this riddle, or set me free. ’ And "And the answer to it was supposed to have been that he had taken a cow’s horn and put it high in a tree, and a man named Horn had boiled this cow's horn so it was soft enough, and had eaten it."Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation

Way down in Southern Texas,

voiceCollected by Mrs. Laura Willie For Mary C. Parler Transcribed by Frances Majors Sung by Mrs. Maxine Hite Little Rock, Arkansas January 9, 1959 Reel 264, Item 22 The Lone Star State Way down in Southern Texas, That good old lone star state, There's one who bore my coming With a weary heart a-quake. She's a fair young girl, my sister, Oh, she is my joy and pride. She has been my pet since childhood, For I'd none else beside. When Texas was in danger, And called for volunteers, She threw her arms around my neck And bursted into tears. Saying, Go, my brother, Drive the traitor from our shore. My heart it needs your presence, But our country needs you more. Now, gather round me, comrades, And listen to my dear prayer. Who will be to her a brother, Treat her with a brother's care? They all spoke up together, In one single voice and tone, We'll be to her a brother, Yes, a brother one and all. A pleasant smile stole o'er his face, And the ranger boy was dead, We dug his grave both wide and deep, And laid him down to rest, With a saddle for a pillow And a lone star on his breast.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation