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Smith, Jewell Ellen, 1915-1998

"Great Jehoshaphat and Gully Dirt"

I hadn't figured on that.
Hicks, cuss him, didn't show me how to make the damn lights
work!"
Mister Ward stopped the automobile and got out. He staggered
toward the front wheels. I slid off the seat, put both feet on
the running board, and jumped! I fell when I hit the ground, but
I scrambled up and ran-back toward home!
"You little devil! Come back!"
I didn't even look back.
"You hear me? Come back!"
I could tell Mister Ward was right behind me and getting
closer! I darted off the road, down into a ditch full of tall
grass, not half seeing where I was going. As soon as I could, I
climbed out of the ditch and ran between a lot of bushes and big
trees. But Mister Ward kept coming. I could hear him wheezing and
panting.
"Young'un, if you go down in this damn river bottom, you'll
get lost!"
I scooted under a low-hanging limb and headed for a canebrake
right ahead. While Mister Ward was going around the limb, I
squeezed myself into the tall cane. It was so thick, the only way
to get through was to go down on hands and knees and crawl
between the stalks.


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