Quite a number of places and people have laid claim to this story but they say it did take place here in Graham County, where a man who was out with his yoke of oxen and one of his oxen got sullen and laid down and wouldn’t pull. The man was in a rough place and the load required a pretty good pull. He just had the one ox to pull, so he just took the yoke off the ox’s neck and got in himself – put his head through the yoke and he with the good ox pulled the wagon out.
After they pulled out of the hole, the ox kept going faster and faster. He kept going and after a while he struck a trot and then from a trot, he put into a lope. And he kept going and finally ran towards home. The ox ran over a bee bench, started the bees to flying all over, stinging chickens. Went on and hit the shed, knocked the shed down, and a lot of stuff in the shed loft dumped into the porch. And as he passed theporch of the house, he hollered to the folks on the porch, “Here we come! Head us! Damn our fool souls!”