"I oughtn't to lift a hand to help you. Any man that will pour licker down his stomach until he throws it up is a hog and nothing else."
Catching a whiff of that which had come up, she turned up her nose and contemptuously continued:
"I don't see how any one can put that stuff down them."
She held her nose and turned her head in disgust. The sick man raised his head and feebly answered:
"Well, it don't taste that way going down. Go away and let me die in peace. I deserve to die alone; I don't want any of ye to pity me. Just bury me is all I ask."
She Asked Him If He Were Not Afraid to Die
The woman's sympathy entirely overcome her anger as the man well knew it would. She begged to be permitted to do something for him. He was obdurate. He was "not worthy of being saved"; all he desired was to "die alone and be forgotten."
She asked him if he were not afraid to die.
"No, no" he answered, "I'm not afraid to die but I'm ashamed to."