She was a gittin'
outen the way."
"Outen the way of what?"
"The crazy man that was atter her with a knife. Reckon you ricolleck Bud
Thomas," he went on without a change of countenance. "He made a fiddle
outen a gourd an' could play on it a right sharp. Went along by the sto'
one day an' he war a settin' on a box with this here gourd riddle, an--"
"Well, but what about him?" Jasper broke in.
"He war the crazy man. Reckon you ricollect that black ash tree down by
the creek at Baker's ford. Come along thar one time when the white
suckers war a runnin' an' I had a pair of grab hooks, an'--"
"Well, what about Baker's ford?" Jasper asked, coming closer to him, and
Margaret leaned forward expectantly.
"That's whar he hung hisse'f."
"What are we all a comin' to?" Margaret sighed, sitting back in her
chair.
Laz continued: "Didn't have no rope, so he hung hisse'f with a grape
vine."
Starbuck shook his head. "Oh, you kin put a grape vine to mo' uses than
one."
Margaret turned upon him. "Jasper, I wouldn't make light of it.
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