"'Heah it iz. You black scoundrel. I dun buried you ten year ago. What
you mean by tryin' to vote?'
"Just then a passel of white men tuk and threw me out, and den I dun
come home 'fore they could bury me again."
They were having a genuine old-time revival in the darky church near by,
and of course I went to see the enthusiasm.
You remember it was at such a place a devout and practical old mammy was
heard to shout:
"Good Lawd, come down fru de roof, an' I'll pay for de shingles."