[The Life of Jim Davis]
While Mr. Brown, with Jim in tow, was walking back to the ship, he found himself talking frankly to this little quiet boy. They had now gotten very near the Red Jacket, when Mr. Brown stopped, and said:
“Get going! and don't let me catch you again”.
Jim took to this heels, he flew, as if he had wings to his feet, but never forgot those words. His regard for Mr. Brown (long since passed away) is still very deep.
He ran until he found himself in that part of the northern section of Mobile known as “the Grove”,and soon he was met by an old colored man by the name of John McMillan, whose voice was low and pleasant, and whose eyes held warmth and kindness. The old man asked a few questions and Jim poured out his story into his sympathetic ears. The old colored man sitting himself down on the curbstone of the sidewalk listened, and when Jim had finished his story, he found that he had won himself a home, for the old man, who had so little for himself, made a place for the little boy and kept him as he would have a son.
As Jim grew older, again the wanderlust and desire to see the world got the better of him, so he left his adopted home and after wandering around from town to town and station to station, he got a job as water boy at Lock I, on the Tombigee River, where he worked for about six months.
Forty years ago in 1898, Jim started working at the Alabama Corn