"Send fur Brother Cartwright! Send fur Brother
Cartwright!"

And they sent me scooting acrost town to get him
quick. Which he was the preacher of the Baptist
church and lived next to it. And I hadn't got no
lamming yet!





CHAPTER II


I never stopped to tell but two, three folks
on the way to Brother Cartwright's, but
they must of spread it quick. 'Cause when
I got back home with him it seemed like the hull
town was there. It was along about dusk by this
time, and it was a prayer-meeting night at the
church. Mr. Cartwright told his wife to tell the
folks what come to the prayer-meeting he'd be
back before long, and to wait fur him. Which she
really told them where he had went, and what fur.
Mr. Cartwright marches right into the kitchen.
All the chairs in our house was into the kitchen,
and the women was a-talking and a-laughing, and
they had sent over to Alexanderses for their chairs
and to Rogerses for theirn. Every oncet in a while