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We
rummaged
the
clothes
we
'd
got
,
and
found
eight
dollars
in
silver
sewed
up
in
the
lining
of
an
old
blanket
overcoat
.
Jim
said
he
reckoned
the
people
in
that
house
stole
the
coat
,
because
if
they
'd
a
knowed
the
money
was
there
they
would
n't
a
left
it
.
I
said
I
reckoned
they
killed
him
,
too
;
but
Jim
did
n't
want
to
talk
about
that
.
I
says
:
"
Now
you
think
it
's
bad
luck
;
but
what
did
you
say
when
I
fetched
in
the
snake-skin
that
I
found
on
the
top
of
the
ridge
day
before
yesterday
?
You
said
it
was
the
worst
bad
luck
in
the
world
to
touch
a
snake-skin
with
my
hands
.
Well
,
here
's
your
bad
luck
!
We
've
raked
in
all
this
truck
and
eight
dollars
besides
.
I
wish
we
could
have
some
bad
luck
like
this
every
day
,
Jim
.
"
"
Never
you
mind
,
honey
,
never
you
mind
.
Do
n't
you
git
too
peart
.
It
's
a-comin
'
.
Mind
I
tell
you
,
it
's
a-comin
'
.
"
It
did
come
,
too
.
It
was
a
Tuesday
that
we
had
that
talk
.
Well
,
after
dinner
Friday
we
was
laying
around
in
the
grass
at
the
upper
end
of
the
ridge
,
and
got
out
of
tobacco
.
I
went
to
the
cavern
to
get
some
,
and
found
a
rattlesnake
in
there
.
I
killed
him
,
and
curled
him
up
on
the
foot
of
Jim
's
blanket
,
ever
so
natural
,
thinking
there
'd
be
some
fun
when
Jim
found
him
there
.
Well
,
by
night
I
forgot
all
about
the
snake
,
and
when
Jim
flung
himself
down
on
the
blanket
while
I
struck
a
light
the
snake
's
mate
was
there
,
and
bit
him
.
He
jumped
up
yelling
,
and
the
first
thing
the
light
showed
was
the
varmint
curled
up
and
ready
for
another
spring
.
I
laid
him
out
in
a
second
with
a
stick
,
and
Jim
grabbed
pap
's
whisky-jug
and
begun
to
pour
it
down
.
He
was
barefooted
,
and
the
snake
bit
him
right
on
the
heel
.
That
all
comes
of
my
being
such
a
fool
as
to
not
remember
that
wherever
you
leave
a
dead
snake
its
mate
always
comes
there
and
curls
around
it
.
Jim
told
me
to
chop
off
the
snake
's
head
and
throw
it
away
,
and
then
skin
the
body
and
roast
a
piece
of
it
.
I
done
it
,
and
he
eat
it
and
said
it
would
help
cure
him
.
He
made
me
take
off
the
rattles
and
tie
them
around
his
wrist
,
too
.
He
said
that
that
would
help
.
Then
I
slid
out
quiet
and
throwed
the
snakes
clear
away
amongst
the
bushes
;
for
I
war
n't
going
to
let
Jim
find
out
it
was
all
my
fault
,
not
if
I
could
help
it
.
Jim
sucked
and
sucked
at
the
jug
,
and
now
and
then
he
got
out
of
his
head
and
pitched
around
and
yelled
;
but
every
time
he
come
to
himself
he
went
to
sucking
at
the
jug
again
.
His
foot
swelled
up
pretty
big
,
and
so
did
his
leg
;
but
by
and
by
the
drunk
begun
to
come
,
and
so
I
judged
he
was
all
right
;
but
I
'd
druther
been
bit
with
a
snake
than
pap
's
whisky
.
Jim
was
laid
up
for
four
days
and
nights
.
Then
the
swelling
was
all
gone
and
he
was
around
again
.
I
made
up
my
mind
I
would
n't
ever
take
a-holt
of
a
snake-skin
again
with
my
hands
,
now
that
I
see
what
had
come
of
it
.
Jim
said
he
reckoned
I
would
believe
him
next
time
.
And
he
said
that
handling
a
snake-skin
was
such
awful
bad
luck
that
maybe
we
had
n't
got
to
the
end
of
it
yet
.
He
said
he
druther
see
the
new
moon
over
his
left
shoulder
as
much
as
a
thousand
times
than
take
up
a
snake-skin
in
his
hand
.
Well
,
I
was
getting
to
feel
that
way
myself
,
though
I
've
always
reckoned
that
looking
at
the
new
moon
over
your
left
shoulder
is
one
of
the
carelessest
and
foolishest
things
a
body
can
do
.
Old
Hank
Bunker
done
it
once
,
and
bragged
about
it
;
and
in
less
than
two
years
he
got
drunk
and
fell
off
of
the
shot-tower
,
and
spread
himself
out
so
that
he
was
just
a
kind
of
a
layer
,
as
you
may
say
;
and
they
slid
him
edgeways
between
two
barn
doors
for
a
coffin
,
and
buried
him
so
,
so
they
say
,
but
I
did
n't
see
it
.
Pap
told
me
.
But
anyway
it
all
come
of
looking
at
the
moon
that
way
,
like
a
fool
.
