Samuel Wright, Maroon Town, Cock-pit country.
There was a bird name of Woodpecker promise his mother to bury him into
a stone, an’ go all about an’ tell all his frien’ dat him gwine to bury
him mother into a stone. An’ de mother was poorly unto death an’ he
went to go an’ bore a stone, an’ he turn back an’ said, “Mother, I try
the stone but I can’t bore it. I’ll bury you into a wood.” An’ he bore
de wood. An’ after de death of his mother, he buried him into a wood.
That is the reason the wood-pecker bore the wood.