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"An' thet's been nigh on ter twenty ya'rs ... but Jim's old an' I'm old ... an' afore long we'll both be gone ... an' nuther one ner t'other of us hain't sich fools es not ter know what we've been holdin' down.... Nuther one ner t'other of us don't beguile hisself with ther notion thet all them old hates air dead ... or thet ef wild-talkin', loose-mouthed men gains a hearin' ... they won't flare up afresh."
INTERVIEW CECELIA CHAPPEL 705 Allison Street Nashville, Tenn. "I'se bawn in Marshall County, Tennessee. I'm de olest ob ten chilluns en I'se 102 ya'rs ole. I feels lak I'se bin 'yer longer dan dat. Mah mammy wuz brought ter Nashville en sold ter sum peeple dat tuck her ter Mississippi ter live." "Mah Marster en Missus wuz named Bob en Nancy Lord.
"Prove yoreself, then, Aaron," he challenged, "ye talks erbout yore hunger ter avenge yore dead boys albeit they fell in a pitch-battle an' ye don't know who deadened 'em an' ther fire of thet wrath's been coolin' fer a full score of ya'rs. Why did ye let hit simmer so long?" "Because I was pledged ter peace an' I wasn't no truce-buster. I sought ter remain steadfast and bide my time."
He ran his fingers through his gray hair, and incredulously demanded, "Who did ye say yore grandsire was?" "His name was Caleb Thornton he went ter Virginny sixty ya'rs back." "Caleb Thornton!" Through the mists of many years the old man was tracking back along barefoot trails of boyhood. "Caleb Thornton!
Never know Jim hed a fam'ly afore. Ef he hez he's kep it mighty quiet all these ya'rs." These remarks emanated from the throat of Cash Dallam, owner of the National House, Blue Creek's leading, and likewise only, hotel. The National was a board structure, formerly painted with some originality of taste a bright orange hue, relieved with red trimmings round doors, windows and eaves.
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