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"
Yo
'
ole
father
doan
'
know
yit
what
he
's
a-gwyne
to
do
.
Sometimes
he
spec
he
'll
go
'
way
,
en
den
agin
he
spec
he
'll
stay
.
De
bes
'
way
is
to
res
'
easy
en
let
de
ole
man
take
his
own
way
.
Dey
's
two
angels
hoverin
'
roun
'
'
bout
him
.
One
uv
'em
is
white
en
shiny
,
en
t
'
other
one
is
black
.
De
white
one
gits
him
to
go
right
a
little
while
,
den
de
black
one
sail
in
en
bust
it
all
up
.
A
body
ca
n't
tell
yit
which
one
gwyne
to
fetch
him
at
de
las
'
.
But
you
is
all
right
.
You
gwyne
to
have
considable
trouble
in
yo
'
life
,
en
considable
joy
.
Sometimes
you
gwyne
to
git
hurt
,
en
sometimes
you
gwyne
to
git
sick
;
but
every
time
you
's
gwyne
to
git
well
agin
.
Dey
's
two
gals
flyin
'
'
bout
you
in
yo
'
life
.
One
uv
'em
's
light
en
t
'
other
one
is
dark
.
One
is
rich
en
t
'
other
is
po
'
.
You
's
gwyne
to
marry
de
po
'
one
fust
en
de
rich
one
by
en
by
.
You
wants
to
keep
'
way
fum
de
water
as
much
as
you
kin
,
en
do
n't
run
no
resk
,
'
kase
it
's
down
in
de
bills
dat
you
's
gwyne
to
git
hung
.
"
When
I
lit
my
candle
and
went
up
to
my
room
that
night
there
sat
pap
--
his
own
self
!
I
had
shut
the
door
to
.
Then
I
turned
around
and
there
he
was
.
I
used
to
be
scared
of
him
all
the
time
,
he
tanned
me
so
much
.
I
reckoned
I
was
scared
now
,
too
;
but
in
a
minute
I
see
I
was
mistaken
--
that
is
,
after
the
first
jolt
,
as
you
may
say
,
when
my
breath
sort
of
hitched
,
he
being
so
unexpected
;
but
right
away
after
I
see
I
war
n't
scared
of
him
worth
bothring
about
.
He
was
most
fifty
,
and
he
looked
it
.
His
hair
was
long
and
tangled
and
greasy
,
and
hung
down
,
and
you
could
see
his
eyes
shining
through
like
he
was
behind
vines
.
It
was
all
black
,
no
gray
;
so
was
his
long
,
mixed-up
whiskers
.
There
war
n't
no
color
in
his
face
,
where
his
face
showed
;
it
was
white
;
not
like
another
man
's
white
,
but
a
white
to
make
a
body
sick
,
a
white
to
make
a
body
's
flesh
crawl
--
a
tree-toad
white
,
a
fish-belly
white
.
As
for
his
clothes
--
just
rags
,
that
was
all
.
He
had
one
ankle
resting
on
t
'
other
knee
;
the
boot
on
that
foot
was
busted
,
and
two
of
his
toes
stuck
through
,
and
he
worked
them
now
and
then
.
His
hat
was
laying
on
the
floor
--
an
old
black
slouch
with
the
top
caved
in
,
like
a
lid
.
I
stood
a-looking
at
him
;
he
set
there
a-looking
at
me
,
with
his
chair
tilted
back
a
little
.
I
set
the
candle
down
.
I
noticed
the
window
was
up
;
so
he
had
clumb
in
by
the
shed
.
He
kept
a-looking
me
all
over
.
By
and
by
he
says
:
"
Starchy
clothes
--
very
.
You
think
you
're
a
good
deal
of
a
big-bug
,
DO
N'T
you
?
"
"
Maybe
I
am
,
maybe
I
ai
n't
,
"
I
says
.
"
Do
n't
you
give
me
none
o
'
your
lip
,
"
says
he
.
"
You
've
put
on
considerable
many
frills
since
I
been
away
.
I
'll
take
you
down
a
peg
before
I
get
done
with
you
.
You
're
educated
,
too
,
they
say
--
can
read
and
write
.
You
think
you
're
better
'n
your
father
,
now
,
do
n't
you
,
because
he
ca
n't
?
I
'LL
take
it
out
of
you
.
Who
told
you
you
might
meddle
with
such
hifalut
'n
foolishness
,
hey
?
--
who
told
you
you
could
?
"
