They seen the nigger, and they all
let out a yell, and was after him. They ketched
him at the crick, and took him off along that road
that turned off to the left. I hearn later he was a
member of Bishop Warren's congregation, so they
hung him right in front of Big Bethel church.
We stood there on top of the hill and saw the
chase and capture. Doctor Kirby's face was
sweating worse than when we first clumb the hill.
He was thinking about that nigger that had pleaded
with him. He was thinking also of the woman.
He was glad it hadn't been up to him personal
right then and there to butt in and stop a lynching.
He was glad, fur with them two pictures in front
of him he didn't know what he would of done.
"Thank heaven!" I hearn him say to himself.
"Thank heaven that it wasn't REALLY in my power
to choose!"
CHAPTER XVIII
Well, we had pork and greens fur dinner
that day, with the best corn-bread I ever
eat anywheres, and buttermilk, and sweet
potato pie. We got 'em at the house of a feller
named Withers--Old Daddy Withers. Which if
they was ever a nicer old man than him, or a nicer
old woman than his wife, I never run acrost 'em yet.
They lived all alone, them Witherses, with only
a couple of niggers to help them run their farm.
After we eats our dinner and Sam gets his'n out to the
kitchen, we sets out in front of the house and gets
to talking with them, and gets real well acquainted.
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