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"
Reckon
they
wouldn
’
t
know
what
it
was
if
she
didn
’
t
tell
‘
em
,
"
whispered
Cecil
,
who
was
immediately
shushed
.
"
The
whole
town
knows
it
,
"
I
breathed
.
"
But
the
country
folks
’
ve
come
in
,
"
Cecil
said
.
"
Be
quiet
back
there
,
"
a
man
’
s
voice
ordered
,
and
we
were
silent
.
The
bass
drum
went
boom
with
every
sentence
Mrs
.
Merriweather
uttered
.
She
chanted
mournfully
about
Maycomb
County
being
older
than
the
state
,
that
it
was
a
part
of
the
Mississippi
and
Alabama
Territories
,
that
the
first
white
man
to
set
foot
in
the
forests
was
the
Probate
Judge
’
s
great
-
grandfather
five
times
removed
,
who
was
never
heard
of
again
.
Then
came
the
fearless
Colonel
Maycomb
,
for
whom
the
county
was
named
.
Andrew
Jackson
appointed
him
to
a
position
of
authority
,
and
Colonel
Maycomb
’
s
misplaced
self
-
confidence
and
slender
sense
of
direction
brought
disaster
to
all
who
rode
with
him
in
the
Creek
Indian
Wars
.
Colonel
Maycomb
persevered
in
his
efforts
to
make
the
region
safe
for
democracy
,
but
his
first
campaign
was
his
last
.
His
orders
,
relayed
to
him
by
a
friendly
Indian
runner
,
were
to
move
south
.
After
consulting
a
tree
to
ascertain
from
its
lichen
which
way
was
south
,
and
taking
no
lip
from
the
subordinates
who
ventured
to
correct
him
,
Colonel
Maycomb
set
out
on
a
purposeful
journey
to
rout
the
enemy
and
entangled
his
troops
so
far
northwest
in
the
forest
primeval
that
they
were
eventually
rescued
by
settlers
moving
inland
.
Mrs
.
Merriweather
gave
a
thirty
-
minute
description
of
Colonel
Maycomb
’
s
exploits
.
I
discovered
that
if
I
bent
my
knees
I
could
tuck
them
under
my
costume
and
more
or
less
sit
.
I
sat
down
,
listened
to
Mrs
.
Merriweather
’
s
drone
and
the
bass
drum
’
s
boom
and
was
soon
fast
asleep
.
They
said
later
that
Mrs
.
Merriweather
was
putting
her
all
into
the
grand
finale
,
that
she
had
crooned
,
"
Po
-
ork
,
"
with
a
confidence
born
of
pine
trees
and
butterbeans
entering
on
cue
.
She
waited
a
few
seconds
,
then
called
,
"
Po
-
ork
?
"
When
nothing
materialized
,
she
yelled
,
"
Pork
!
"
