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Then
list
with
tearful
eye
,
Whilst
I
his
fate
do
tell
.
His
soul
did
from
this
cold
world
fly
By
falling
down
a
well
.
They
got
him
out
and
emptied
him
;
Alas
it
was
too
late
;
His
spirit
was
gone
for
to
sport
aloft
In
the
realms
of
the
good
and
great
.
If
Emmeline
Grangerford
could
make
poetry
like
that
before
she
was
fourteen
,
there
ai
n't
no
telling
what
she
could
a
done
by
and
by
.
Buck
said
she
could
rattle
off
poetry
like
nothing
.
She
did
n't
ever
have
to
stop
to
think
.
He
said
she
would
slap
down
a
line
,
and
if
she
could
n't
find
anything
to
rhyme
with
it
would
just
scratch
it
out
and
slap
down
another
one
,
and
go
ahead
.
She
war
n't
particular
;
she
could
write
about
anything
you
choose
to
give
her
to
write
about
just
so
it
was
sadful
.
Every
time
a
man
died
,
or
a
woman
died
,
or
a
child
died
,
she
would
be
on
hand
with
her
"
tribute
"
before
he
was
cold
.
She
called
them
tributes
.
The
neighbors
said
it
was
the
doctor
first
,
then
Emmeline
,
then
the
undertaker
--
the
undertaker
never
got
in
ahead
of
Emmeline
but
once
,
and
then
she
hung
fire
on
a
rhyme
for
the
dead
person
's
name
,
which
was
Whistler
.
She
war
n't
ever
the
same
after
that
;
she
never
complained
,
but
she
kinder
pined
away
and
did
not
live
long
.
Poor
thing
,
many
's
the
time
I
made
myself
go
up
to
the
little
room
that
used
to
be
hers
and
get
out
her
poor
old
scrap-book
and
read
in
it
when
her
pictures
had
been
aggravating
me
and
I
had
soured
on
her
a
little
.
I
liked
all
that
family
,
dead
ones
and
all
,
and
war
n't
going
to
let
anything
come
between
us
.
Poor
Emmeline
made
poetry
about
all
the
dead
people
when
she
was
alive
,
and
it
did
n't
seem
right
that
there
war
n't
nobody
to
make
some
about
her
now
she
was
gone
;
so
I
tried
to
sweat
out
a
verse
or
two
myself
,
but
I
could
n't
seem
to
make
it
go
somehow
.
They
kept
Emmeline
's
room
trim
and
nice
,
and
all
the
things
fixed
in
it
just
the
way
she
liked
to
have
them
when
she
was
alive
,
and
nobody
ever
slept
there
.
The
old
lady
took
care
of
the
room
herself
,
though
there
was
plenty
of
niggers
,
and
she
sewed
there
a
good
deal
and
read
her
Bible
there
mostly
.
Well
,
as
I
was
saying
about
the
parlor
,
there
was
beautiful
curtains
on
the
windows
:
white
,
with
pictures
painted
on
them
of
castles
with
vines
all
down
the
walls
,
and
cattle
coming
down
to
drink
There
was
a
little
old
piano
,
too
,
that
had
tin
pans
in
it
,
I
reckon
,
and
nothing
was
ever
so
lovely
as
to
hear
the
young
ladies
sing
"
The
Last
Link
is
Broken
"
and
play
"
The
Battle
of
Prague
"
on
it
.
The
walls
of
all
the
rooms
was
plastered
,
and
most
had
carpets
on
the
floors
,
and
the
whole
house
was
whitewashed
on
the
outside
.
It
was
a
double
house
,
and
the
big
open
place
betwixt
them
was
roofed
and
floored
,
and
sometimes
the
table
was
set
there
in
the
middle
of
the
day
,
and
it
was
a
cool
,
comfortable
place
.
Nothing
could
n't
be
better
.
And
war
n't
the
cooking
good
,
and
just
bushels
of
it
too
!
COL.
GRANGERFORD
was
a
gentleman
,
you
see
.
He
was
a
gentleman
all
over
;
and
so
was
his
family
.
He
was
well
born
,
as
the
saying
is
,
and
that
's
worth
as
much
in
a
man
as
it
is
in
a
horse
,
so
the
Widow
Douglas
said
,
and
nobody
ever
denied
that
she
was
of
the
first
aristocracy
in
our
town
;
and
pap
he
always
said
it
,
too
,
though
he
war
n't
no
more
quality
than
a
mudcat
himself
.
Col.
Grangerford
was
very
tall
and
very
slim
,
and
had
a
darkish-paly
complexion
,
not
a
sign
of
red
in
it
anywheres
;
he
was
clean
shaved
every
morning
all
over
his
thin
face
,
and
he
had
the
thinnest
kind
of
lips
,
and
the
thinnest
kind
of
nostrils
,
and
a
high
nose
,
and
heavy
eyebrows
,
and
the
blackest
kind
of
eyes
,
sunk
so
deep
back
that
they
seemed
like
they
was
looking
out
of
caverns
at
you
,
as
you
may
say
.
His
forehead
was
high
,
and
his
hair
was
black
and
straight
and
hung
to
his
shoulders
.
His
hands
was
long
and
thin
,
and
every
day
of
his
life
he
put
on
a
clean
shirt
and
a
full
suit
from
head
to
foot
made
out
of
linen
so
white
it
hurt
your
eyes
to
look
at
it
;
and
on
Sundays
he
wore
a
blue
tail-coat
with
brass
buttons
on
it
.
He
carried
a
mahogany
cane
with
a
silver
head
to
it
.
There
war
n't
no
frivolishness
about
him
,
not
a
bit
,
and
he
war
n't
ever
loud
.
He
was
as
kind
as
he
could
be
--
you
could
feel
that
,
you
know
,
and
so
you
had
confidence
.
Sometimes
he
smiled
,
and
it
was
good
to
see
;
but
when
he
straightened
himself
up
like
a
liberty-pole
,
and
the
lightning
begun
to
flicker
out
from
under
his
eyebrows
,
you
wanted
to
climb
a
tree
first
,
and
find
out
what
the
matter
was
afterwards
.
He
did
n't
ever
have
to
tell
anybody
to
mind
their
manners
--
everybody
was
always
good-mannered
where
he
was
.
Everybody
loved
to
have
him
around
,
too
;
he
was
sunshine
most
always
--
I
mean
he
made
it
seem
like
good
weather
.
When
he
turned
into
a
cloudbank
it
was
awful
dark
for
half
a
minute
,
and
that
was
enough
;
there
would
n't
nothing
go
wrong
again
for
a
week
.
When
him
and
the
old
lady
come
down
in
the
morning
all
the
family
got
up
out
of
their
chairs
and
give
them
good-day
,
and
did
n't
set
down
again
till
they
had
set
down
.
Then
Tom
and
Bob
went
to
the
sideboard
where
the
decanter
was
,
and
mixed
a
glass
of
bitters
and
handed
it
to
him
,
and
he
held
it
in
his
hand
and
waited
till
Tom
's
and
Bob
's
was
mixed
,
and
then
they
bowed
and
said
,
"
Our
duty
to
you
,
sir
,
and
madam
;
"
and
THEY
bowed
the
least
bit
in
the
world
and
said
thank
you
,
and
so
they
drank
,
all
three
,
and
Bob
and
Tom
poured
a
spoonful
of
water
on
the
sugar
and
the
mite
of
whisky
or
apple
brandy
in
the
bottom
of
their
tumblers
,
and
give
it
to
me
and
Buck
,
and
we
drank
to
the
old
people
too
.
