When I tol' 'im what
wus up, he giggled an' said, 'God bless 'im, Mitch is a wheel-hoss!'
an' with that he busted out singin' 'How firm a foundation, ye saints
o' the Lord,' an' he waved his hands up an' down like a buzzard's
wings, an' went up our aisle, a-clappin' an' singin' to beat the Dutch.
I never seed the like before. I wusn't cryin' fer the same reason 'at
the rest of 'em wus, but the tears wus jest a-streamin' down my face
like a leaky well-bucket, fer I believed the thing wus goin' to work,
an' I wus thinkin' how glad you'd be. She looked up an' seed my face
an' busted out cryin'. Then Brother Mitchell ketched 'er up in his
arms an' yelled: 'You little, ol', triflin' thing, I'm a-gwine to put
you in the arms o' yore Redeemer,' an' then I jest couldn't help
cryin'. Luke seed me give way an' sneeked off to water the hosses.
John, she was the happiest creetur God ever made. She laid 'er old
bare head in my lap an' cried like a baby. I never railly loved 'er
before, but I did then. Somehow she seemed to be my own mother come
back to life ag'in. But she didn't shout an' take on like the rest.
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