Her secon' man he got er mighty kinky, woolly head
an' he mighty meek, so she got a little white lamb a-settin' on he
grabe; an' de nex husban' he didn't have nothin' much fo' to
disgueese him f'om de res' 'cep'in' he so slow an' she might nigh
rack her brain off, twell she happen to think 'bout him bein' a
Hardshell Baptis' an' so powerful slow, so she jest got a little
tarrapim an' sot it on him. Hit sho' am a pretty sight jes' to go
in dat buryin' groun' an' look at 'em all, side by side; an' now
she got Brudder Littlejohn to add to de res'. He de onliest one
what's got er patch o' whiskers so she gwine to put a little white
cat on he' grabe. Yes, Lord, ef anythink could pearten' a widda
'oman hit would be jes' to know dat yuh could go to de grabeyard
any time yuh want to an' look at dat han'some c'llection an' tell
'zactly which am which."
Sarah Jane stopped for breath and Billy hastened to inquire,
"Who else is dead, Sarah Jane?"
"'Tain't nobody else dead, yit, as I knows on, but my two
cousins is turrible low; one's got a hemrage on de lung an'
de yuther's got a congestin' on de brain, an' I 'lows dey'll
bofe drap off 'twix' now an' sun-up to-morra.
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