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I'll be fifty years old on the Fourth of July, but I hold there ain't no use in dyin' 'fore yer time. Lots of folks is walkin' 'round jes' as dead as they'll ever be. I believe in gittin' as much good outen life as you kin not that I ever set out to look fer happiness; seems like the folks that does that never finds it.
I made for where the grass was thickust, an' there I slep' off my liquor wid an easy conscience. I did not desire to come on books too frequent; my characther havin' been shpotless for the good half av a year. 'Whin I roused, the dhrink was dyin' out in me, an' I felt as though a she-cat had littered in my mouth. I had not learned to hould my liquor wid comfort in thim days.
Mebbe 't was jest dyin' peaceful and quiet, and restin' after all that steppin' and climbin'. He'd a-liked that, partic'lar when he knowed the folks was sorry to have him go, and would allus rec'lect him. Mebbe 't was jest livin' on and on, int'rested and enjoyin', and liked by folks, and then bein' took away from the hard work and put out to pastur' for the rest o' his days. Mebbe 'twas Oh!
Says he, 'All is forgiven. Then she flies to receive his dyin' words. You ain't got no brains, Curly. You ain't got no imagination. Why, if I left all this to you, she'd get here too late for the funeral. You're a specialist, Curly. You can rope and throw a two-thousand-pound steer, but you can't handle a woman that don't weigh over a hundred and twenty-five. Now, you watch your Pa."
"Do you mean somethin' 's goin' to happen, to you or me, Mitch?" "Well, nothin' like drownin' or dyin'," said Mitch. "I don't get it that way. But I just feel we'll never dig any more at Old Salem." "But we ain't finished there," says I. "That may be," he says, "but to-morrow is Sunday, and I've always noticed that the next week after Sunday ain't the same."
"Bland stamped up an' down the room. He sure was dyin' hard. "'Jennie, he said, once more turnin' to her. 'You swear in fear of your life thet you're tellin' truth. Kate's not in love with Duane? She's let him come to see you? There's been nuthin' between them? "'No. I swear, answered Jennie; an' Bland sat down like a man licked.
'N' then he branched out 'n' give me to understand 't he had a wife till them eight children all got themselves launched 'n' 't it was n't his fault her dyin' o' Rachel Rebecca.
Is you dyin', massah?" "I hardly think I am as bad as that. Can't you tell unless I am near to death?" Hugh said; and Sam replied: "No, massah; dem's my orders. 'Ef he's dyin', Sam, tell him I' dat's what she say. Maybe you is dyin', massah. Feel and see!" "It's possible," and something like his old mischievous smile played around Hugh's white lips as he asked how a chap felt when he was dying.
It was lucky for us he did. We kept walkin' and goin' nights, and mebby ridin' on freights in the daytime if we could. One day, a long time after that, we was crossin' the desert again. We got put off a freight that time, too. We was walkin' along when we found a guy layin' beside the track. Red said he wasn't dead, but was dyin'. We give him some water.
But it's sure a queer world. Tell yu'," said Lin, with the air of having made a discovery, "when a man gets down to bed-rock affairs in this life he's got to do his travellin' alone, same as he does his dyin'. I expect even married men has thoughts and hopes they don't tell their wives." "Never was married," said I. "Well no more was I. Let's go to bed."
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