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I ain't sayin' I's plum won over yit, but 'way down deep insides of me I's stirred yessum, tha's the word stirred. I ain't sayin' the spirit of grace is actually th'owed me, but I feel prone to say I thinks it's fixin' to rassle wid me. I ain't sayin' I stands convicted, but I aims to be a searcher fur the truth; I aims to stop, look, an' lissen.
Hit's sweet ter be dere en lissen ter de hymns, En hear dem mo'ners a shoutin' Dey done reach de place whar der ain't no room Fer enny mo' weepin' en doubtin'. Hit's good ter be dere w'en de sinners all jine Wid de brudderin in dere singin', En it look like Gaberl gwine ter rack up en blow En set dem heav'm bells ter ringin'!
He peep here, en he peep dar, yit he ain't see nothin'. He lissen in de chimbley cornder, en he lissen und' de winder, yit he ain't hear nothin'. "Den he sorter wipe his mustach en study. He 'low ter hisse'f, 'De pot rack know what gwine up de chimbley, de rafters know who's in de loft, de bed-cord know who und' de bed.
"I lay dar, en I study en I lissen, en I lissen en I study; en den I doze off like, en fus' news I know yer come de call "'Mingo! oh, Mingo! "Hit soun' nigher, yit hit seem like it come fum a mighty fur ways, en den wiles I wundin' en studyin', yer she come mo' plainer dan befo' "I snatch de blanket offn my head, en sot up en lissen, I did, en den I make answer
"Hol' on, chillun; hol' on," he cried, and joined them. "Now yo' lissen. Yo' is not to make a squawk until the end of de Ashlan' Oaks. Yo's to sabe yo' bref to honuh ouah Queen Bess. If she wins, yo' staht in playin' 'Dixie' as yo' nevuh played afo'. If she loses yo's to play, real slow an' mo'nful, 'Massa's in de Col', Col', Groun'."
He went ter de winder en said, "Good Gawd, hit's dem damn Yankees." Mah white folks had a pretty yard en gyarden. Soldiers kum en camped dere. I'd slip ter de winder en lissen ter dem." "W'en dey wuz fightin' at Fort Negley de cannons would jar our house. De soldier's ban' play on Capitol Hill, en play "Rally 'roun' de Flag Boys, Rally 'roun de Flag."
"Lissen, gal, an’ you, too, Teodoro—jus’ keep clear of Johnny Shannon when he’s on th’ prod that way. I’ve knowed that kid since he didn’t have muscle enough to pull a gun ’less he took both hands to th’ job. But he’s not needin’ any two hands to unholster now. An’ he’s drinkin’ a lot—mean, ugly drunk, he is. Somethin’ must have riled him good tonight—"
Frink stopped, focused his vision, and spoke with gravity: "There's another fool. George Babbitt. Lives for renting howshes houses. Know who I am? I'm traitor to poetry. I'm drunk. I'm talking too much. I don't care. Know what I could 've been? I could 've been a Gene Field or a James Whitcomb Riley. Maybe a Stevenson. I could 've. Whimsies. 'Magination. Lissen. Lissen to this.
He say he know sure it is true, and tell me beg Don Carlos send to San Diego for the soldiers come take care us. I feel so fright I hardly can walk back to the house, and I no sleep that night. In the morning firs thing I telling Don Carlos, but he say is nonsense and no will lissen. He is very brave and no care for nothing; fight the Indians and killing them plenty times.
"Well, you lissen," she said, and rocked in time to the tune. Bye, oh, bye, little Jack-Sam, bye. Bye, oh, bye, my baby, When you wake, you shall have a cake And all the pretty little horses Her voice was low and pleasant, with queer, quavering minor cadences. But Fiddle-dee-dee was not sleepy. "'Tory," she begged, when the song was ended. So Daisy told the story of the three bears.
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