Yes, I
ort to be a-prayin', and I'll do it--funny I never thought o' that
sooner. Ef God fetched a rain, like they claim he did t'other day,
shorely he'll do a little some'n' in a case like this un."
She blew out the tallow-dip and knelt down in the darkness, and
interlaced her bony fingers.
"Lord God Almighty, King of Hosts--my Blessed Redeemer," she began,
"you know how I have suffered an' why I never could put no grave-rock
over my husband's remains; you know how I have writhed an' twisted
under that scourge, but I kin bear that now, an' more an' more of it,
but I jest cayn't have my pore little baby go through the same, an'
wuss. It don't look like it's fair--no way a body kin look at it, for
shorely one affliction of that sort in a family is enough, in all
reason. I stood mine, bein' a ol' woman, but Sally, she'll jest pine
away an' die, fer she had all her heart set on that one man. Oh, God
Almighty, my Redeemer, you that forgive the dyin' thief an' begged fer
help in yore own agony, let this cup pass. Huh! I'd ruther have 'em
stick a speer through my side time an' time agin 'an have it go on with
Sally like it is.
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