They was some blue and white
pigeons wasn't scared to come and set on his shoul-
ders; but you could see the old man really liked
that crow Satan better'n any of them.
Well, we hung around all afternoon listening to
the old man talk, and liking him better and better.
First thing we knowed it was getting along toward
supper time. And nothing would do but we must
stay to supper, too. We was pinted toward a
place on the railroad called Smithtown, but when
we found we couldn't get a train from there till ten
o'clock that night anyhow, and it was only three
miles away, we said we'd stay.
After supper we calculated we'd better move.
But the old man wouldn't hear of us walking that
three miles. So about eight o'clock he hitched up
a mule to a one-hoss wagon, and we jogged along.
They was a yaller moon sneaking up over the
edge of the world when we started. It was so low
down in the sky yet that it threw long shadders
on the road, and they was thick and black ones, too.
Because they was a lot of trees alongside the road,
and the road was narrow, we went ahead mostly
through the darkness, with here and there patches
of moonlight splashed onto the ground. Doctor
Kirby and Old Man Withers was setting on the
seat, still gassing away about books and things,
and I was setting on the suit case in the wagon box
right behind 'em.
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