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I
see
the
coffin
lid
was
the
way
it
was
before
,
but
I
das
n't
go
to
look
in
under
it
,
with
folks
around
.
Then
the
people
begun
to
flock
in
,
and
the
beats
and
the
girls
took
seats
in
the
front
row
at
the
head
of
the
coffin
,
and
for
a
half
an
hour
the
people
filed
around
slow
,
in
single
rank
,
and
looked
down
at
the
dead
man
's
face
a
minute
,
and
some
dropped
in
a
tear
,
and
it
was
all
very
still
and
solemn
,
only
the
girls
and
the
beats
holding
handkerchiefs
to
their
eyes
and
keeping
their
heads
bent
,
and
sobbing
a
little
.
There
war
n't
no
other
sound
but
the
scraping
of
the
feet
on
the
floor
and
blowing
noses
--
because
people
always
blows
them
more
at
a
funeral
than
they
do
at
other
places
except
church
.
When
the
place
was
packed
full
the
undertaker
he
slid
around
in
his
black
gloves
with
his
softy
soothering
ways
,
putting
on
the
last
touches
,
and
getting
people
and
things
all
ship-shape
and
comfortable
,
and
making
no
more
sound
than
a
cat
.
He
never
spoke
;
he
moved
people
around
,
he
squeezed
in
late
ones
,
he
opened
up
passageways
,
and
done
it
with
nods
,
and
signs
with
his
hands
.
Then
he
took
his
place
over
against
the
wall
.
He
was
the
softest
,
glidingest
,
stealthiest
man
I
ever
see
;
and
there
war
n't
no
more
smile
to
him
than
there
is
to
a
ham
.
They
had
borrowed
a
melodeum
--
a
sick
one
;
and
when
everything
was
ready
a
young
woman
set
down
and
worked
it
,
and
it
was
pretty
skreeky
and
colicky
,
and
everybody
joined
in
and
sung
,
and
Peter
was
the
only
one
that
had
a
good
thing
,
according
to
my
notion
.
Then
the
Reverend
Hobson
opened
up
,
slow
and
solemn
,
and
begun
to
talk
;
and
straight
off
the
most
outrageous
row
busted
out
in
the
cellar
a
body
ever
heard
;
it
was
only
one
dog
,
but
he
made
a
most
powerful
racket
,
and
he
kept
it
up
right
along
;
the
parson
he
had
to
stand
there
,
over
the
coffin
,
and
wait
--
you
could
n't
hear
yourself
think
.
It
was
right
down
awkward
,
and
nobody
did
n't
seem
to
know
what
to
do
.
But
pretty
soon
they
see
that
long-legged
undertaker
make
a
sign
to
the
preacher
as
much
as
to
say
,
"
Do
n't
you
worry
--
just
depend
on
me
.
"
Then
he
stooped
down
and
begun
to
glide
along
the
wall
,
just
his
shoulders
showing
over
the
people
's
heads
.
So
he
glided
along
,
and
the
powwow
and
racket
getting
more
and
more
outrageous
all
the
time
;
and
at
last
,
when
he
had
gone
around
two
sides
of
the
room
,
he
disappears
down
cellar
.
Then
in
about
two
seconds
we
heard
a
whack
,
and
the
dog
he
finished
up
with
a
most
amazing
howl
or
two
,
and
then
everything
was
dead
still
,
and
the
parson
begun
his
solemn
talk
where
he
left
off
.
In
a
minute
or
two
here
comes
this
undertaker
's
back
and
shoulders
gliding
along
the
wall
again
;
and
so
he
glided
and
glided
around
three
sides
of
the
room
,
and
then
rose
up
,
and
shaded
his
mouth
with
his
hands
,
and
stretched
his
neck
out
towards
the
preacher
,
over
the
people
's
heads
,
and
says
,
in
a
kind
of
a
coarse
whisper
,
"
HE
HAD
A
RAT
!
"
Then
he
drooped
down
and
glided
along
the
wall
again
to
his
place
.
You
could
see
it
was
a
great
satisfaction
to
the
people
,
because
naturally
they
wanted
to
know
.
A
little
thing
like
that
do
n't
cost
nothing
,
and
it
's
just
the
little
things
that
makes
a
man
to
be
looked
up
to
and
liked
.
There
war
n't
no
more
popular
man
in
town
than
what
that
undertaker
was
.
Well
,
the
funeral
sermon
was
very
good
,
but
pison
long
and
tiresome
;
and
then
the
king
he
shoved
in
and
got
off
some
of
his
usual
rubbage
,
and
at
last
the
job
was
through
,
and
the
undertaker
begun
to
sneak
up
on
the
coffin
with
his
screw-driver
.
I
was
in
a
sweat
then
,
and
watched
him
pretty
keen
.
But
he
never
meddled
at
all
;
just
slid
the
lid
along
as
soft
as
mush
,
and
screwed
it
down
tight
and
fast
.
So
there
I
was
!
I
did
n't
know
whether
the
money
was
in
there
or
not
.
So
,
says
I
,
s
'
pose
somebody
has
hogged
that
bag
on
the
sly
?
--
now
how
do
I
know
whether
to
write
to
Mary
Jane
or
not
?
S'pose
she
dug
him
up
and
did
n't
find
nothing
,
what
would
she
think
of
me
?
Blame
it
,
I
says
,
I
might
get
hunted
up
and
jailed
;
I
'd
better
lay
low
and
keep
dark
,
and
not
write
at
all
;
the
thing
's
awful
mixed
now
;
trying
to
better
it
,
I
've
worsened
it
a
hundred
times
,
and
I
wish
to
goodness
I
'd
just
let
it
alone
,
dad
fetch
the
whole
business
!
They
buried
him
,
and
we
come
back
home
,
and
I
went
to
watching
faces
again
--
I
could
n't
help
it
,
and
I
could
n't
rest
easy
.
But
nothing
come
of
it
;
the
faces
did
n't
tell
me
nothing
.
The
king
he
visited
around
in
the
evening
,
and
sweetened
everybody
up
,
and
made
himself
ever
so
friendly
;
and
he
give
out
the
idea
that
his
congregation
over
in
England
would
be
in
a
sweat
about
him
,
so
he
must
hurry
and
settle
up
the
estate
right
away
and
leave
for
home
.
He
was
very
sorry
he
was
so
pushed
,
and
so
was
everybody
;
they
wished
he
could
stay
longer
,
but
they
said
they
could
see
it
could
n't
be
done
.
And
he
said
of
course
him
and
William
would
take
the
girls
home
with
them
;
and
that
pleased
everybody
too
,
because
then
the
girls
would
be
well
fixed
and
amongst
their
own
relations
;
and
it
pleased
the
girls
,
too
--
tickled
them
so
they
clean
forgot
they
ever
had
a
trouble
in
the
world
;
and
told
him
to
sell
out
as
quick
as
he
wanted
to
,
they
would
be
ready
.
Them
poor
things
was
that
glad
and
happy
it
made
my
heart
ache
to
see
them
getting
fooled
and
lied
to
so
,
but
I
did
n't
see
no
safe
way
for
me
to
chip
in
and
change
the
general
tune
.
Well
,
blamed
if
the
king
did
n't
bill
the
house
and
the
niggers
and
all
the
property
for
auction
straight
off
--
sale
two
days
after
the
funeral
;
but
anybody
could
buy
private
beforehand
if
they
wanted
to
.
