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Updated: May 25, 2025
We kin slip the coffin-box under the church-house 'fore he gits in sight, he'll be feared ter follow too close, an' leave it thar till the other boys kin wagon it ter the cross-roads' store ter-morrer night." The horses, hitherto held to the sober gait of funeral travel, were now put to a speedy trot, unmindful of whatever impression of flight the pace might give to the revenue-raider in pursuit.
The expressman was there, hard at work, a plain man of fifty, with a simple, honest, good-natured face, and a breezy, practical heartiness in his general style. As the train moved off a stranger skipped into the car and set a package of peculiarly mature and capable Limburger cheese on one end of my coffin-box I mean my box of guns.
All the rustic grotesquery of garb and posture was cancelled by the deep shadow of a bough, and his delicate face showed isolated in the moonlight. Browdie silently pondered his vague suspicions for a moment "Whar did he die at?" he then demanded at a venture. "At his daddy's house, fur sure. Whar else?" responded the driver. "I hev got what's lef' of him hyar in the coffin-box.
When the grave was reached, those who dug it who were also of those who carried the bier were surprised to find the bottom of the coffin-box strewn and hidden with wild flowers and scraps of evergreen.
As fast as the holes were cut in the posts green leaves were gathered and placed over the holes until the posts were put in the ground. The coffin-box and the three others containing her things were placed in the canoe and a roof of boards made over the central part, which was entirely covered with white cloth.
"Jee-les-pee," roared the voices. "Where is Gillespie?" thundered a leader. "That's you, Rufus, lad! Down with you!" muttered the priest. Before I knew his purpose, he had tripped my feet from under me and knocked me flat on the floor. Overturning the empty coffin-box, he clapped it above my whole length, imprisoning me with the snap and celerity of a mouse-trap.
"Where's Jerry?" asked Frank, as they joined forces. "Don't know," came the answer, as Bluff pushed on eagerly ahead; "last I saw of him he was taking a header over that long coffin-box back of the tents." "I hope he didn't hurt himself badly, that's all. What's your hurry, Bluff?" continued Frank, noticing that the other seemed particularly anxious to get along.
"What ailed you-uns ter name me as the corpus, 'Gene Barker?" demanded Walter Wyatt, when he had regained the capacity of coherent speech. "Oh, I hed ter do suddint murder on somebody," declared the driver, all bluff and reassured and red-faced again, "an' I couldn't think quick of nobody else. Besides, I helt a grudge agin' you fer not stuffin' mo' straw 'twixt them jimmyjohns in the coffin-box."
"That's a fac'. Ye air too triflin' ter be let ter live, Watt," cried one of their comrades. "I hearn them jugs clash tergether in the coffin-box when 'Gene checked the team up suddint, I tell you. An' them men sure 'peared ter me powerful suspectin'." "I hearn the clash of them jimmyjohns," chimed in the driver. "I really thunk my hour war come.
Supposin' they air revenuers fur true, an' hed somebody along, hid out in the bresh, ez war acquainted with me by sight " "Then they'd hev been skeered out'n thar boots, that's all," interrupted the self-sufficient 'Gene. "They would hev 'lowed they hed viewed yer brazen ghost, bold ez brass, standin' at the head of yer own coffin-box."
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