But it had said then it didn't
want no railroad. So until lately every branch
built through that part of the country grinned
very sarcastic and give it the go-by.
They was considerable woods standing along the
crick, and around a turn in the road we come onto
Sam, all of a sudden, talking with another nigger.
Sam was jest a-laying it off to that nigger, but he
kind of hushed as we come nearer. Down the
road quite a little piece was a good-sized wooden
building that never had been painted and looked
like it was a big barn. Without knowing it the
doctor and me had been pinting ourselves right
toward Big Bethel.
The nigger with Sam he yells out, when he sees
us:
"Glory be! HYAH dey comes! Hyah dey comes
NOW!"
And he throwed up his arms, and started on a
lope up the road toward the church, singing out
every ten or fifteen yards. A little knot of niggers
come out in front of the church when they hearn
him coming.
Sam, he stood his ground, and waited fur us to
come up to him, kind of apologetic and sneaking-
looking about something or other.
"What kind of lies have you been telling these
niggers, Sam?" says the doctor, very sharp and short
and mad-like.
Sam, he digs a stone out'n the road with the toe
of his shoe, and kind of grins to himself, still looking
sheepish.
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