When I went out one day on a work detail I carried out to sell a watch
chain made of the hair from a horse's tail or mane, and showed it to a
Negro sergeant, who seemed to greatly admire its artistic beauty and
inquired if the man who made it could make one of a lady's hair--that he
wished to have one made from a lock of his sweetheart's hair that he
possessed. I said I did not know; probably it would be too fine--when he
answered, "It's no nigger wool; it's white lady har; my girl am a white
lady." I answered, I don't know whether he can work it or not.