"
"Here, give me yo' hand an' I'll help you up. Wait, I'll make the seat
soft with this coat. Now we're all right. An' I've got a baked turkey
leg an' some mighty fine blackberry cordial--your'n."
She thanked him, and when she had eaten and drunk, he began to apologize
for his slowness in permitting her to ride with him.
"Ma'm, I didn't know but you mout be one these here women preachers. One
of 'em come up into my neighborhood an' it seemed that befo' she come
nature was a smilin' like she was waitin' fur her sweetheart. Well, me
an' my wife went to hear her preach, an' she talked right well--never
hearn a woman talk better--an' she cotch the folks. Worse than that, she
cotch my wife an' turned my home into a hell, an' nature shut her eyes
an' all war dark fur me. Nothin' would do my wife, but she must go out
an' preach too. I begged her--told her that I loved her better than I
did forty gospels, an' I did; but she would go. I told her not to come
back--but one night about three months atterward, when it was a pourin'
down rain, an' my little child was a cryin', there come a knock on the
door, an'--an' I know'd.
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