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Ma
said
,
"
No
,
the
preacher
wan
’
t
no
kin
.
"
She
took
the
jar
from
him
and
went
into
the
dark
tent
.
She
unpinned
the
covering
and
slipped
the
fruit
jar
in
under
the
thin
cold
hands
and
pinned
the
comforter
tight
again
.
And
then
she
went
back
to
the
fire
.
The
men
came
from
the
grave
,
their
faces
shining
with
perspiration
.
"
Awright
,
"
said
Pa
.
He
and
John
and
Noah
and
Al
went
into
the
tent
,
and
they
came
out
carrying
the
long
,
pinned
bundle
between
them
.
They
carried
it
to
the
grave
.
Pa
leaped
into
the
hole
and
received
the
bundle
in
his
arms
and
laid
it
gently
down
.
Uncle
John
put
out
a
hand
and
helped
Pa
out
of
the
hole
.
Pa
asked
,
"
How
about
Granma
?
"
"
I
’
ll
see
,
"
Ma
said
.
She
walked
to
the
mattress
and
looked
down
at
the
old
woman
for
a
moment
.
Then
she
went
back
to
the
grave
.
"
Sleepin
’
,
"
she
said
.
"
Maybe
she
’
d
hold
it
against
me
,
but
I
ain
’
t
a
-
gonna
wake
her
up
.
She
’
s
tar
’
d
.
"
Pa
said
,
"
Where
at
’
s
the
preacher
?
We
oughta
have
a
prayer
.
"
Tom
said
,
"
I
seen
him
walkin
’
down
the
road
.
He
don
’
t
like
to
pray
no
more
.
"
"
Don
’
t
like
to
pray
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Tom
.
"
He
ain
’
t
a
preacher
no
more
.
He
figgers
it
ain
’
t
right
to
fool
people
actin
’
like
a
preacher
when
he
ain
’
t
a
preacher
.
I
bet
he
went
away
so
nobody
wouldn
’
ast
him
.
"
Casy
had
come
quietly
near
,
and
he
heard
Tom
speaking
.
"
I
didn
’
run
away
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
’
ll
he
’
p
you
folks
,
but
I
won
’
t
fool
ya
.
"
Pa
said
,
"
Won
’
t
you
say
a
few
words
?
Ain
’
t
none
of
our
folks
ever
been
buried
without
a
few
words
.
"
"
I
’
ll
say
’
em
,
"
said
the
preacher
.
Connie
led
Rose
of
Sharon
to
the
graveside
,
she
reluctant
.
"
You
got
to
,
"
Connie
said
.
"
It
ain
’
t
decent
not
to
.
It
’
ll
jus
’
be
a
little
.
"
The
firelight
fell
on
the
grouped
people
,
showing
their
faces
and
their
eyes
,
dwindling
on
their
dark
clothes
.
All
the
hats
were
off
now
.
The
light
danced
,
jerking
over
the
people
.
Casy
said
,
"
It
’
ll
be
a
short
one
.
"
He
bowed
his
head
,
and
the
others
followed
his
lead
.
Casy
said
solemnly
,
"
This
here
ol
’
man
jus
’
lived
a
life
an
’
jus
’
died
out
of
it
.
I
don
’
t
know
whether
he
was
good
or
bad
,
but
that
don
’
t
matter
much
.
He
was
alive
,
an
’
that
’
s
what
matters
.
An
’
now
he
’
s
dead
,
an
’
that
don
’
t
matter
.
Heard
a
fella
tell
a
poem
one
time
,
an
’
he
says
,
’
All
that
lives
is
holy
.
’
