Cane

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A

ed stock-still,

ously whinnied

n. Quarter of

from the leani

er to Jesus. .

though there s

Eyes left thei

urned and thr

closed my mind

. . Pines sho

led as a ghost t

l into the cabi

port, ages havin

o and I were p

d to the door

he dust we saw

f she was there, Lay under the

something, thr

ne has ever tou

y. My buggy wa

thing that I re

ike fury; I re

at is, until I

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und to get the t

e white woma

e's dead; they

per to Jesus.

an aimless rustl

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A

ir

Like stream

ow

ved c

he ripples bl

ey

of

g on the

channele

er grapes

n the ev

ripe fo

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TON

er, come. L

hewit! r

ll upon the

not wai

o roll the soul, Cant blame God if we

es are the

, softly to the throne of God, "We ai

r; na

mp

oho, ro

t wait until th

o roll the soul, Cant blame God if we

15

A

the cane. C

cratching choruses above the guinea's s

ng as any man, Stands behin

e. It bumps,

sses the railroa

eave the men aro

my eyes down the

riving a Georg

d. Dixie Pike i

feels my gaze,

ay, she turns.

g over her shoul

nto her mangrov

! Yip! God has

nigger. "Geda

le, she disapp

ndefinite point

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A

ammered to a

ke mazda, are br

me to take the

in the forest, Across the swa

curls up. Mar

sawdust pile

pine-high abo

and along the e

you are the mos

eeping Beauty.

ed by the hollo

or them throug

n the railroad

ngine announces

home. A girl

ack not much l

ies piled befor

Echoes, like

kes the polish

in scattered

trong song. P

ll of farmyards

She does not s

in the forest,

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A

en, greegree, w

. . . The Dixi

at path i

- Ni

, slicks back he

risin

the corn. C

cratching choruses above the guinea's s

s the crudest

he gang. And i

ing with a cont

e time. She had

that. He retu

town where he

rumors. . . Ban

couldnt see t

al. He would ha

at her. Who was

s, like corksc

Grabbing a gun, She rushed fro

18

A

cane-brake. .

the crescent

follow till he

wasted half an

en. They met i

wed tracks dis

ut the cane. Th

the lamps. The

she still might

d space have n

more than th

e one stumbled

m the road,

ey were corneri

s difficult car

They placed he

somebody looked

th her clothes

and pitiable

then like a f

e shot she fire

to whistle lik

e. Twice deceiv

the other. His

the men who'd.

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A

over her. Now h

usband. Shoul

rma, strong as

it is the cru

the cane.

cratching choruses above the guinea's s

20

OF TH

the sawdust glow of night, Into the velvet pine-sm

valley car

ee, So scant of grass, so profligate of pi

urned to thee, Thy son, I ha

though the su

e of slaves, i

soil, it is n

ving, soon gone, Leaving, to cat

ueezed, and bursting in the pine-wood air, Pa

aved for me, o

ftly souls of slavery, What they were, and what