He was riled 'bout something, and in a
rush. I asked him to chop a little wood, and he said he didn't
have time. Said he was going a-hunting.
"I told him, 'Ward, this is Sunday. You oughtn't to hunt on
Sunday.' He said, 'To Hell with the day o' the week. I'm goin'
a-huntin'. And, I just might kill myself a coon!' Then he grabbed
down his shotgun and went storming out the back door."
"Did you hear any shootin'?"
"Yes, sir. Later on, while Miss Nannie and Mister Jodie was
here, I heard lots of shooting."
"Which way did Ward go?"
"Mister Wes, I don't have no clear notion. I heard Aunt Dink
groaning, and I went running in the side room to see 'bout her.
Oh, God 'a mercy! Poor Aunt Dink! She ain't had a mouthful to eat
this morning! I'd better go see 'bout her."
"Now, now," Mama told her. "We'll look after Miss Dink.
Doctor Elton's right here, so don't you worry."
What Mama told Miss Ophelia didn't do a bit of good. She just
started wailing and crying all over again. I couldn't stand to
hear her, so when Papa and Doctor Elton and Mister Wes put on
their hats and left the room, I followed them.
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